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TAEYANG IS struggling with her feelings. She has always been, but now, just right this moment, she’s literally lost in fog. A fog who blurs streetlights and makes them look messy just like her heart. There is that girl in her maths class, short cherry hair, black piercings and a sharp tongue ; she doesn't hesitate to be rude if she gets respected, and Taeyang admires that of her.
―Do you know how to tighten up bras, by any chance ?
They were not really close but there has always been confidence between girls, and it was almost natural to ask things like that. Taeyang was surprised, Intak had whispered to her ear and Taeyang would have sworn that she had felt every parcel of Intak breath. She blushed, too easily, and tried to agree.
―Yeah, yeah, I think.
―Would you tighten it up for me in the changing room before P.E. ? Please…
―Of course..!
―Thank you so much, Taeyang Unnie !
That was too much, being called Unnie was killing her, oh ! she was in love.
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―Thank you so much again for tightening up my bra again, Taeyang Unnie ! You kinda saved me ‘cause I couldn't reach it !
―That’s okay that's okay ! I would be totally disposed to tighten it up again if you were in a mess another time, Intak…
Taeyang didn't even know if her words had a meaning like this, ones after others. She was upside down because of this interaction with her dongseang, her whole brain was overthinking, and her ears and cheeks were so hot that they blushed like they were wearing make-up.
When Taeyang arrived at her house ― she still lived with her parents ― she threw herself in her bed, her head falling on her hot pillow. She immediately thought of Intak, and her tightening up the bra. Ahhhh ! get out of my head, Intak…! She pouted, depressed. Her mind was off, her heart was on puberty and she couldn't stop her brain making scenarios. Scenarios of her and Intak sleeping together. Her and Intak kissing, laughing, holding hands… Stop ! Taeyang was a regular quiz taker and loved to take some randoms like what glasses would you be ? or I give you a cunty outfit based on the coffee brand you usually drink some kind of things. Taeyang found a quiz labelled as Are you mad in love (extremely accurate) and clicked on it.
―Oh gosh, it's now confirmed… I’m in love with Intak..?
She shook her legs brutally and whispered some complaints, just before screaming. Her lips trembled.
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THE DAY after, Taeyang was terribly stressed. She was shivering just thinking about the day before, tightening Intak’s bra, Intak’s voice, just Intak. Her gorgeous cherry hair, her pretty pulpy lips and the texture of her skin. She dreamed about having just two words exchanged with her, but now, she can literally say that she tightened up her bra !?
She arrived at school a little too early, but she was not really upset about that : Intak was also in front of the entry, also waiting for the opening. Taeyang was blown away by the one with cherry hair, her pretty outfit, and, secretly; asking herself what color was her bra today ? Maybe it was red like her hair, with a little bit of lace ! or, maybe, sober, black with just fabric to recover her skin.
While she was thinking about that, Intak was approaching her, mischievous stare and pretty smile. When Taeyang noticed her, she blushed hard ; after all, she still was on what bra Intak could wear !
―Hi ! How are you ?
Oh, that was her. The girl Taeyang dreamed about for days was talking to her, asking her simple things. Is she still sleeping ? She pinched herself to check it, Intak still staring at her.
―Are you okay, Taeyang-Unnie ? her pitch was low, a little bit teasing. Thank you again for yesterday, by the way…
―Ahhh ! You’re welcome…
Intak smirked at her, and suddenly leaned to look at Taeyang from down.
―Do you want to go to the school library to study with me at 17 a.m. ? We have a blank in our schedule.
Taeyang would have lied if she said she wasn’t a little ― just a little ! ―turned on by the view of Intak under her, with her low tone, seducing, her puppy eyes and her gorgeous lips. She couldn’t do anything but accept the invitation.
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