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Han Jisung is trapped in the Science Center.
This is not a drill. She really wishes it were. But she was in her little nook with the whiteboards where nobody goes, music in her ears and trying to figure out what the hell a surface integral is, when the lights in the building all turned off. Is a girl not allowed to have a mental breakdown in peace anymore? This has to be misogynistic. There's no other explanation.
She decides to take a leap of faith that she won’t get killed by an axe-murderer and runs to grab her phone from where she threw it across the hall (because if it’s anywhere near her she’s going to open Twitter and she can’t have that when her final is in two days). Jisung promptly realizes that it is three in the morning.
The Science Center closes at midnight.
To be fair, Jisung’s been having a terrible time in her Multivariable Calculus class, hence the late night. She needs to take it to take the more advanced coding classes, but every time she sees a double integral she wants to tear her hair out. Nevermind the line and surface integrals, for which the problems take up a full fucking page each. Who decided this was a good idea? Jisung wants to have a long talk with them. Preferably with her fists meeting their mouth. Her knuckles are good conversationalists. She wouldn’t know, but you know. It’s the principle of the matter.
Jisung’s so fucked.
Her roommate texted her a few hours ago asking if she was coming back to the dorm, but seeing how there are no messages past 11 PM, Minho probably went to sleep. She trusts Jisung to get back safely, but well. Clearly that didn’t happen.
To make everything better, the door is locked.
She really tries to get it open, banging on the glass at some point, but no cigar. The worst part about having glass doors is that Jisung’s forced to watch the scenery outside in her misery, daydreaming about how good it must feel to walk outside in the fall night temperatures, get to her dorm, and snuggle with her Snoopy plush. God, she misses her Snoopy plush. Her Snoopy plush wouldn’t betray her like this.
The problem with not going to college in the city is that this late at night, the campus is dead. Bone-dry. Jisung doesn’t regret going to her small liberal arts college, but situations like this make her want to just transfer into a city school or something. At least that way a passing stoner might be able to help her out.
What finally jolts Jisung out of her depressed staring-out-the-door reverie is a hand on her shoulder.
Now, to understand Jisung’s reaction here, one must realize that any reasonable person would assume that if they are in a large, completely-dark building, and something touches your shoulder, it’s either a ghost or an axe murder.
In other words: Jisung screams bloody murder.
The hand pulls away with a yelp, which is not very ghost-like, but could still be axe murderer-like if the axe murderer is like twelve years old. Regardless, Jisung turns around with her eyes closed and presses herself against the door, arms up for some illusion of protection. “Don’t eat me!”
There’s a pregnant pause and Jisung’s afraid to hear what it will birth.
“...mate, are you okay?”
Well. That is. A deep voice. A very hot, deep voice.
Jisung opens her eyes and sees an angel.
Well, she can’t see her that well through the dim lights of the streetlamps outside, but her curly blonde hair, freckles, high cheekbones, and full lips register immediately. Her black boxy tee cropped by her high-waisted jeans accentuates her waist so well that Jisung’s getting cuteness aggression.
Jisung’s first thought is holy shit she’s pretty.
Her second thought is that this girl does not, in fact, look like an axe murderer.
“...I’m glad you think so?”
The Hot Girl chuckles while Jisung internally revisits every decision that led her to this point. Maybe she should have applied early to the bigger college instead of this one. Or she should have listened to her parents and done a different major. Maybe if she had dinner at a different dining hall that day she wouldn’t be in the Science Center at all.
“I’m Felix. You also lost track of time?”
Ah. Right. Conversation.
“Yeah…reading period, you know?” Felix’s answering laugh confirms that she does, in fact, know. “Jisung, at your service. Uh…would you know how we’re supposed to get out of here?”
“...find a fire escape?” Felix’s giggle at the end of her sentence does things to Jisung’s heart. Maybe she needs a hospital. “I’d go by myself but I’d feel safer with someone else. Just in case someone were to…you know, eat me.”
Jisung very much does not know.
“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up,” she grumbles, brushing past Felix, who’s still giggling. “C’mon, let’s check around.”
“Yes, boss.” The girl of Jisung’s dreams follows her into the Horrors (read: the dark Science Center). And to make things worse, the girl of Jisung’s dreams takes Jisung’s fucking hand.
Jisung’s deceased. Minho will just have to cope when she sees Jisung missing in the morning. She’ll use her ouija board to tell Minho that her will is in her desk drawer.
Don’t ask why Jisung has a will. Or why she has a ouija board. Some things are best left unsaid.
“What class had you studying this late at night?”
Bless Felix for distracting Jisung. “Don’t even get me started…Multivariable fucking Calculus.” They’re passing by the classroom right now, actually. Jisung shudders. The horrors she has seen in that room… “Every problem takes me a half hour minimum, but I always fuck something uo early on that messes everything up. You ever forget a negative sign? Don’t forget your negative signs. It’ll only bring you pain.”
Felix snorts. “Nah, I believe in you, you’ll be fine. You seem pretty dedicated if you’re here this late.”
“Don’t bet on me because I always lose,” Jisung warns. “But thank you, that’s…really nice actually. What about you? Why’re you here?”
“Oh, nothing interesting.” Felix shrugs. “I was taking a nap in a corner and I woke up when the lights went out.”
Jisung blinks. “...wouldn’t it be…better for you if the lights go out while you’re asleep?”
“I know,” Felix groans. “I don’t get it either. I’m still so sleepy too! I could have just woken up at like, seven, and gone to my dorm, but no.” She drags the no for a few seconds longer than necessary. Jisung’s eyes stay on her lips for a few seconds longer than necessary.
She mentally shakes herself like a wet shirt and slings an arm around Felix’s shoulder. “Has anyone told you that you’re like a cat? Because that just reminded me of those really cute kitten videos where they get woken up and are like, visibly grumpy about it. Kitten Felix!”
“You think I’m cute?”
Jisung should not be finding Felix’s slight blush as cute as she does.
“More hot than cute, but yeah.” And before Jisung can unpack whatever that was she just said, she separates from her prison-mate (that she just called a kitten oh god oh fuck) and skips ahead, channelling her nervous energy into her footsteps. “I don’t see any fire escapes, Lix! Or any doors!”
"Second-floor?"
Jisung groans. "So much work…what if we just went to sleep like. Here. And we cuddled for warmth like penguins. Your arms look soft. Has anyone told you that you’d make a nice pillow?"
Felix's laugh is much louder this time, echoing in the large room. "Are you this funny when you're not sleep deprived?"
"God I sure hope not, that would be embarrassing." Clearly Jisung has no filter anymore so she decides to take it in stride. If her sleep-deprived self is going to flirt with the hot girl, she's going to fucking flirt with the hot girl! How bad can it be? The price of her pride for a girl like Felix?
She’s already either made her impression as a massive flirt or a complete idiot, but Felix hasn’t walked away yet, so Jisung will hold onto hope.
They arrive at the second floor, walking around and bantering, but there is still no fire escape to be found. Jisung finds out that Felix is a geoscience major, which is cool as fuck. They take a detour to the erosion model they casually have, which Jisung had no idea even existed. Why do they have the most random shit? Well, the model isn't shit, because it makes Felix's eyes sparkle when she talks about it, and Jisung thinks she could listen to Felix ramble about rocks for the rest of her life, if she was allowed. Is this what they call being a U-Haul lesbian? Because Jisung has become the fucking U-Haul truck.
The elevator's right there, so they go to the third floor, looking at the classrooms and forgetting the fact that there are no fucking exits on the third floor. Nor on the fourth. They decide yodeling on the suspended walkway is a great idea, and Jisung learns that Felix has range. She can't beat Felix in a yodeling competition, so she doesn't even try. Jisung shares that shes a computer science major and music minor as they pass the offices of her professors, which has Felix gushing, especially when Jisung mentions her aspirations as a producer.
"You have to let me listen to your songs," Felix says excitedly as they find a stairwell. "This is literally the coolest thing ever. I was thinking you had a nice voice, but to think you know how to use it?"
You could ruin my voice if you wanted, baby, Jisung thinks. This thought, she luckily doesn't voice. Luckily. "I do my best," Jisung shrugs. "But if you want my Soundcloud, I go by J.One."
"One…any reason?"
"Just thought it sounded cool."
"As you should," Felix replies sagely, as if she's the ultimate authority on this thing. To Jisung, she might as well be. This is the perfect segue into getting Felix’s number, and Jisung has to hide her shaking hands as Felix types it into her dying phone.
They descend the stairs while Jisung tells Felix about the time her roommate brought a girl over and Jisung walked in on them making out. Felix laughs and tells Jisung about the many times she's been sexiled from her room. They make a pact to hang out if they ever need a safe space.
They also realize that their birthdays are only a day apart, which furthers Jisung’s theory that Felix is her soulmate sent from heaven. There’s really no other explanation. If Felix sprouted white wings and ascended to the sky Jisung wouldn’t even be surprised.
“What, million dollar question,” Jisung stops Felix in the middle of the Lab Wing hallway. “What do you think my spirit animal is?”
“Your one?” Felix furrows her brows as she thinks. Jisung wants to smooth it out with her thumb, but she can’t for obvious reasons so she shoves her hand in her pocket. “Hmm…a quokka!”
“Aren’t those like the rats from Australia?”
Felix’s horrified face would be hilarious in any other circumstance. “No! Well, they’re from Australia, but I don’t think you’re a rat! You’re…here, let me show you…” And she pulls out her phone, typing so fast she grimaces and has to backspace the entire thing. Jisung’s no stranger to the chaos of typos. She does manage to find the pictures, and shows Jisung one of a brown rodent smiling widely with round eyes and round cheeks. “Look! It’s you!”
“...oh my god it is me.” The laugh that bursts out of Jisung surprises even her, but she has multiple pictures of her eating where she looks exactly like this animal. She shows them to Felix and the girl literally collapses from laughter.
Once they’ve calmed down and are situated safely on the floor, Felix tilts her head towards Jisung. “What about me?”
“A chick.” Jisung doesn’t even need to think about it. “Because you’re cute and baby and I need to protect you. I don’t make the rules.”
“I think you very much do in this case,” Felix giggles, mushing her cheeks and widening her eyes. “Will you protect me from the horrors of finals, Jisung?”
“I’ll be your knight in shining armor, Lix,” Jisung answers seriously before the two collapse into laughter again.
They decide to move on to more exploring after that enlightening conversation, after which Felix makes it a point to hold Jisung’s hand. Not that Jisung minds. She doesn't mind at all.
It's when they're looking at the math lounge (the only place they're able to turn on the light) that Jisung pulls out her phone and realizes two things. One: her phone is at 1% battery, and if her phone dies, she dies too. She doesn't make the rules.
Two: it is four-thirty in the morning.
"I don't think we're getting out of here anytime soon, Lix," she drawls while Felix is drawing two cats on the board. She gives one of them freckles and writes Jisung and Felix below it.
Jisung really wants to kiss her.
"It's basically morning anyway," Felix answers, smiling at Jisung innocently. "We both know neither of us are going to sleep anyway, so might as well make the most of our time, no?"
"This is incredibly irresponsible and we're going to fail all our finals,” Jisung sighs, “but fucking hell, I don't care anymore."
"Atta girl!" Felix sounds much too proud for somebody encouraging her friend to illegally stay in an academic building for the night.
"I live to please," Jisung processes the sentence that just left her mouth, flails a bit internally, and decides to salvage it by fully leaning into it. She smirks, purposefully half-closing her eyes and biting her lip. "What do you suggest we do for the next…uh, four hours?"
There's no answer. Felix is…staring at her? Are her ears turning red?
"…Lix? Are you good?"
"You —" Felix shakes her head vigorously, hair flying about. "Do you really — are you aware of how hot you are?"
What.
"I mean! You've been driving me crazy! First with the shoulder thing, and the way you look at me, and the way you talk, and you rap and produce and you're good at math and you know how to flirt —“
What.
“ and I know it's just finals madness but! I can't!" Before Jisung knows it, Felix has approached Jisung, cornering her against the sofa. "If you tell me you aren't interested, I'll leave it. But if you are, I'd really like to kiss you. If that's okay."
What the fuck.
Maybe Felix has grown bolder by the lateness of the night and her own stress. God knows Jisung has, if her blatant flirting all night is any indication . But if Felix is really…that crazy about her, the same way Jisung is…
"Then kiss me, Lix," Jisung says softly, making herself the picture of relaxed confidence to not betray how her brain feels like a cat on cocaine.
Felix doesn't wait.
Her lips are soft.
Jisung melts into the kiss as Felix situates herself on her lap, a hand coming to tangle in Jisung's hair. She licks into Jisung's mouth almost shyly, growing bolder when she realizes that Jisung's giving her all the control. Jisung herself rests a hand on Felix's waist (it's so small, so grabbable, Jisung's going to explode), the other resting on Felix's cheek, mapping out the location of her freckles.
It's not rushed, not at all…it's soft. Comforting. It soothes Jisung's racing mind until her thoughts revolve around Felix's hands and tongue. Jisung could get used to this.
Felix wriggles a bit on Jisung's lap, making something flutter deep inside Jisung that she doesn't know what to do with, so she pulls Felix closer to her body until there's no space left between them, just a cloying, sweet warmth and their lips moving together.
When Felix pulls away, it's to stare at Jisung with wide eyes. "You're so beautiful," she breathes out, absentmindedly, tracing patterns on Jisung's collarbone.
Jisung gulps. "What are you gonna do about it, baby?"
Felix blinks, hesitating before pressing butterfly kisses across Jisung's cheekbones, trailing to her ears and mouthing at the lobe. Jisung's truly panting now, hands clutching at Felix's thighs as the other girl kisses a trail down her neck, to her collarbone, and sucks. She nips at the skin a bit before soothing it with her tongue, and Jisung can't help the smal gasps and whines leaving her lips, not when Felix is paying such good attention to what makes her tick.
She want's more. She thinks Felix could fuck her right here, in the middle of the Science Center, and she wouldn't mind. She'd let Felix absolutely ruin her and Jisung would say thank you.
Just as Felix's hands start wandering towards Jisung's hips, a loud ring cuts through the silence.
They both freeze. Felix pulls away, eyes wide. "Oh my god. That's gotta be my roommate."
Jisung blinks. "Your roommate's awake at this hour?"
Felix is scrambling off Jisung's lap to answer the phone. "Hi Chris…no, I'm not back yet, was studying and lost track of time…yes just studying, unnie, I'm not a degenerate, and why are you even up right now? Are you breaking poor Jinnie's back? …You don't get to talk about that, what the hell…yes, I'll be back soon, mom."
She hangs up.
Jisung stares at her.
They both start cackling at the exact same time. Absolutely wheezing. Felix falls dramatically to her knees, resting her forehead on Jisung’s thigh as she catches her breath. Jisung’s wearing a skirt, so she can feel each of Felix’s breaths acutely on her skin. She doesn’t think she’s ever been this aware of her beating heart before.
“That was really fucking funny,” Jisung says finally as the last of her laughter leaves her, dopey grin still on her face. “Wow. You’re so…”
“So?” Felix smirks, looking up at Jisung from between her legs.
“…I don’t know.” Jisung giggles. In truth there are many words she could use for Felix…sunshine, galaxy, star…but none do her justice. None can compare.
“Did I leave poor Jisungie speechless?” Felix has a shit-eating grin, raising herself to eye level with Jisung.
In lieu of an answer, Jisung pulls her closer and continues what she started. It’s only fair, really.
It's a half hour later that the pair realize that the back entrance of the Science Center was open this entire time.
They break down giggling again, this time falling dramatically on the sidewalk, which feels so nice and cool against Jisung's forehead that she's tempted to just fall asleep there.
Felix sits up first, smiling so angelically that Jisung can't help but laugh again. Her new girlfriend kisses it off her lips.
Omake
Minho:
Jisung:
Minho: congrats on the girlfriend
Jisung: I DIDN’T EVEN SAY ANYTHING!?!?!!??