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“Unnie, can you come with me?”
Yoona looks up from her phone to meet Jiwoo's eyes. She's bending over, hands on her knees, matching Yoona's line of sight from her seat on a couch. Jiwoo's eyes shine, even within the stale fluorescence of the dressing room.
“Sure?”
Yoona gets up and Jiwoo immediately grabs her hand, dragging her away somewhere within the sound stage. Yoona can't help but to giggle as she's pulled past various sets.
They're doing the jacket photoshoot for their next album and Jiwoo had just finished her individual shots. Yoona finished a while ago - she was just waiting for the rest of the girls to be done so that they could head back home. Yoona thought that the wait would be boring - it usually is - but Jiwoo always likes to prove her wrong.
“Where are we going, Jiwoo?” she asks with a smile.
At this point, Yoona should be worrying about what their manager would think, if he knew they were playing hooky during a photoshoot. But Yoona can only focus on Jiwoo's hand in hers and the lightness she feels in her heart.
Jiwoo makes her way behind one of the sets, back where no one could find them. She lightly pushes Yoona's back into one of the unpainted wooden walls.
“What's going on-”
Yoona is cut off by lips on hers. Oh.
Jiwoo seems to be frantic, her hand gripping the back of Yoona's neck as if she was worried she'd run away. Yoona has no thoughts of running away, though - she can only think about the feeling of Jiwoo's lips against hers.
Their lips push and pull against each other and Jiwoo starts to moan slightly. It gets loud enough that Yoona breaks from the kiss, pushing Jiwoo back by the shoulder a bit. She can feel her ears burning.
“What's up with you?”
“I want to make out. What's wrong with that?” Jiwoo tilts her head, a frown on her lips.
Yoona gestures to their location.
“We're on set right now.”
“So?”
“So? What if someone sees us?”
“They won't. No one comes back here in the middle of a shoot.”
“But they could,” Yoona argues. She's not really up for dealing with someone finding her and Jiwoo together. It's happened once before and it caused a lot of trouble within the company. She'd rather not deal with that again.
“Let them watch. I don't care.” Jiwoo leans in and starts kissing Yoona again.
“Jiwoo-” Yoona tries to say between kisses.
Jiwoo breaks the kiss but doesn't lean away. Yoona feels her hot breath on her cheek as she pants.
“Unnie, please,” she whines.
Fuck.
Yoona can't say no to that. Jiwoo now clouds all her senses, including her common sense.
She pulls Jiwoo back in by the neck.
Feeling Jiwoo this close to her is something that she's not sure she'll ever get tired of. She loves the feeling of Jiwoo's body against hers - it makes her whole body feel flushed.
Jiwoo grips one of Yoona's shoulders, digging her fingers in. Yoona can feel a wave of pleasure echo through her at the rough touch.
Jiwoo's other hand grabs Yoona's wrist, guiding her under her shirt. Yoona starts to feel lightheaded and she can feel her hands start to shake. Her heart feels like it's about to beat out of her chest.
Yoona moves her hand up, feeling Jiwoo's soft skin on her fingers. She presses the tips of her fingers into the cushiony expanse of her stomach. Her skin is so soft..
Her fingers inch up, meeting the underside of Jiwoo's bra. She moves her other hand under Jiwoo's shirt as well, holding her waist. She pulls her closer, thumbing at her skin.
Jiwoo breaks from the kiss and hides her head in the crook of Yoona's neck. Yoona can feel her leaving light kisses there. She shivers at the contact of Jiwoo's wet, warm lips against her neck.
Yoona reaches around Jiwoo's back and finds her bra hook, unhooking it with ease. Yoona moves her hand back to the front of Jiwoo's body. She can feel Jiwoo start to shake with anticipation, tiny whimpers making their way up to Yoona's ears.
She reaches under the now loose bra, her hands finally reaching where Jiwoo so desperately wanted them to be. She palms one of her breasts, feeling Jiwoo's nipple harden under her hand.
She flicks it with her thumb, feeling Jiwoo jolt in response. She continues teasing the nub and Jiwoo's whimpering gets louder. Yoona can practically feel all the blood rush to her cheeks. She wonders how much she can get away with, how far she can take it with Jiwoo when there's an entire camera team on the other side of the faux wall.
“That's a wrap! Thank you everyone!”
Yoona's hand stills as she's brought back to her senses. Her heart drops to her stomach. Not very far apparently. Jiwoo groans in frustration at the announcement.
Yoona's somewhat glad that she got stopped. She's not sure she would've made the rational choice if she had even a few more seconds with Jiwoo.
She reaches behind Jiwoo's back and snaps her bra back into place. Jiwoo lifts her head from her spot and tries to smooth out her shirt. Yoona looks down at her, entranced by the shadow of her eyelashes on her cheek.
“Let me fix your makeup,” Yoona all but whispers. Her hand goes to Jiwoo's chin and tilts it up, letting Yoona get a clear view of her face.
Jiwoo's eyes are blown, dilated to an extreme. The blush on her face now makes itself apparent to Yoona, no longer hiding in as many shadows. Her lips are swollen, slightly red around the edges.
Yoona tries to ignore all that and gets to work.
Yoona's not sure how her and Jiwoo managed to get away with what they did without anyone pointing anything out. She's betting that the exhausted nature of everyone on set had something to do with it - that and the masks that Jiwoo ended up finding in the dressing room. Even Haewon, who usually has an eye on Jiwoo and Yoona since the last debacle, seems to completely glaze over any inconsistencies.
She's not complaining, she's extremely relieved - she really didn't want to deal with the public embarrassment of it all.
Currently, the group is getting a ride back to their dorm. They're all stuffed into one van - a rare occurrence.
Most of the group has passed out already. Yoona wishes she was asleep too, but Jiwoo can't stop touching her.
They're crammed in the back row by themselves - thank god - and Yoona had expected Jiwoo to fall asleep as well, finally crashing from her adrenaline rush. Turns out that Yoona was wrong once again.
Jiwoo's hand is placed on her inner thigh and it seems to creep up slowly by the second. It's high enough now that Yoona feels like squirming in her seat, but she's worried the movement will bring attention to them. Instead, she puts her hand on top of Jiwoo's, stopping her.
“What's up with you today?” Yoona whispers, leaning towards Jiwoo. Jiwoo mirrors her, leaning over to whisper in her ear.
“You looked so pretty today, unnie,” she says quietly, her hot breath on Yoona's neck. The hand on Yoona's thigh tightens, making her sharply inhale.
“Ah, Jiwoo,” Yoona pants, squirming finally despite her best wishes. “We can't. We'll be home soon, can't you wait a few minutes?”
Yoona's grip on Jiwoo's hand must've loosened, because she suddenly feels Jiwoo's hand start to make its way back up her thigh.
“You can be quiet, right, unnie?”
Jiwoo starts kneading the inside of her thigh - as much as she can through the pants that Yoona has on. Despite the somewhat thick fabric, Yoona feels Jiwoo's hand on her as if it were on fire.
Yoona looks to the row in front of her, considering her options. Kyujin and Lily are passed out, listening to music. Yoona can also see that Haewon is asleep all the way in the front. She has half the thought to give in to Jiwoo, but Jinsol remains awake, typing away at her phone - probably talking to fans.
Yoona jolts at the feeling of Jiwoo finally making her way all the way up her thigh, the edge of her hand touching her crotch. She hates how she automatically opens her legs slightly to let Jiwoo touch her more. Jiwoo hums in her ear in satisfaction. Her breath on Yoona's neck makes her feel like she's losing her mind, muddying all her senses. Maybe it'll be okay..
Jinsol laughs loudly at something on her screen and Kyujin stirs a bit from the noise. Yoona is brought back to her senses, embarrassed with herself for even considering the option.
She grabs Jiwoo's hand and threads their fingers together.
“You're going to have to wait, Jiwoo.”
As the group enters their dorm, Yoona and Jiwoo are still holding hands. Yoona starts walking towards their shared bedroom, anxious to get rid of her pent-up energy. She drags Jiwoo along by her hand but gets stopped only a few steps into the dorm.
“Where are you two going? It's movie night,” Kyujin asks, clearly unaware of the situation.
“Um, Jiwoo's tired. You know how she gets. And I'm also tired from the long day, so I think I'm going to turn in as well,” Yoona lies through her teeth. Jiwoo yawns next to her, hoping to sell the fib.
Yoona's eyes flicker over to Haewon, who raises an eyebrow at her. Maybe she wasn't as clueless as I thought she was..
“Oh, okay. Sleep tight,” Kyujin says with a shrug. Jinsol walks over to her and wraps an arm around her shoulder, walking towards the couch with her. She makes some sort of joke about Yoona, making Kyujin laugh. Yoona wishes she could've heard what was said, feeling self-conscious.
She watches as the rest of the group settles into their spots in the living room before she's suddenly pulled into her bedroom.
Jiwoo shuts the door behind her and locks it. Yoona stands in the middle of the room, dumbly, not knowing quite what to do. Thankfully for her, Jiwoo turns back around to face her and guides her towards one of the beds. The back of Yoona's knees hit the edge of the bed and she plops down on it in response.
The dim lights strewn across the room make the act feel more intimate for some reason.
Jiwoo moves to straddle Yoona, the lights bouncing softly off her skin. Yoona looks up at her and feels her heart fill with love.
Jiwoo doesn't seem to want to waste time with romantic looks of longing and moves to kiss Yoona once again. She cups Yoona's face, brushing her thumb against her cheek. Yoona immediately pushes both of her hands under Jiwoo's shirt, scraping her nails down Jiwoo's bare back. Jiwoo moans in response and squirms in Yoona's lap.
Yoona breaks the kiss, grabbing the hem of Jiwoo's shirt and pulling it up and off of her. She can already see Jiwoo's nipples poking through her bra padding slightly.
“I'm sorry that I'm not wearing nicer underwear,” Jiwoo breathes out, a little self-conscious with how much Yoona is staring. Yoona looks up at her, flushed down to her neck.
“Honestly, Jiwoo, I could care less about how nice your bra looks. I'm going to take it off anyways,” Yoona says as if it's the simplest thing in the world.
Jiwoo tries to think of a response, but she's just rendered speechless. Yoona gets so embarrassed saying anything slightly heartfelt, but she'll say things like that with confidence.
Yoona's fingers move up Jiwoo's back and unclips her bra in one swift motion. Jiwoo suddenly starts to feel shy, she's still not 100% used to Yoona being so smooth. Yoona seems to notice Jiwoo's hesitance and stills her hands.
“Do you not want to?”
Jiwoo looks down at Yoona's handsome face, which stares back at her with worried eyes. She moves her eyes down to Yoona's mouth, which is still swollen, slick with spit from them kissing only a few seconds ago. Heat starts to build up within her once again.
“I do. You're just very charming sometimes. It throws me off,” Jiwoo responds quietly.
“Sorry. I'll go back to being stupid,” Yoona says with a laugh. Jiwoo giggles, swatting her shoulder.
“You're not stupid, Yoona.”
“I can be, especially for you.”
“Yet here you are being charming again,” Jiwoo smiles. Her heart feels lighter - she's so happy that she met Yoona.
Yoona hums in response, shrugging lightly. She reaches up to cup Jiwoo's face and brings her back in for a kiss. Yoona fixates on Jiwoo's bottom lip, nibbling at it. Jiwoo moans and ruts against her in response. Her ears heat up in embarrassment at her own movement. She's so weak for Yoona.
She feels her bottom lip being pulled by Yoona's teeth and she hears herself whimper. Yoona starts taking Jiwoo's bra off the rest of the way, pulling the straps down her arms. Jiwoo isn't even thinking when she goes with the motion, it's almost an automatic reaction. The bra gets tossed away to a corner of the room.
Yoona reaches up, palming at Jiwoo's breasts once again. She feels her nipples marble in response, perking up. Jiwoo breaks the kiss with a moan, nuzzling back into the crook of Yoona's neck.
“You can't be too loud, Jjyu. Everyone's still up, sitting just outside these walls,” Yoona attempts to quiet Jiwoo down. Her attempt backfires as Jiwoo whimpers loudly.
It suddenly clicks for Yoona, why Jiwoo has been acting so needy in public spaces. She likes the idea of almost getting caught. Yoona feels a wave of heat run down her spine at the revelation.
Jiwoo bites Yoona's neck lightly, whimpering for more attention. Yoona of course obliges, pinching both of Jiwoo's nipples, pulling at them. She flicks her thumbs against them, making sure to add just the right amount of pressure. She can tell that she's doing a good job when Jiwoo practically grinds down onto her lap.
“Oh, does someone want attention elsewhere?” she teases, twisting Jiwoo's nipples between her fingers. Jiwoo moans loudly into Yoona's neck, nodding her head.
Jiwoo feels herself getting lifted up before being put to the side. She's about to pout in disappointment, but then notices what Yoona's doing.
Yoona lifts off her shirt in one smooth motion, tossing it away. Jiwoo's eyes follow her hands down, watching them unbutton her pants. They drop and Yoona steps out of them, heading back towards Jiwoo.
The sight of Yoona's almost nude body makes Jiwoo feel like she's about to pass out. She's already so worked up - she knows her underwear is completely ruined - and the addition of seeing Yoona's perfect body up close almost sends her over. She's feeling so feverish that she feels like she could have smoke coming off the top of her head. She can feel sweat starting to form on the back of her neck.
Yoona sits back down in the same spot and pats her lap, looking at Jiwoo. Jiwoo gingerly moves back to her position on Yoona's lap. She feels Yoona grasp her hips, digging her fingers into the soft flesh.
Jiwoo gasps, overwhelmed. She's so sensitive now that even the slight touch feels like electricity surging through her body. The rough grip on her hips practically makes her shake, her whole body filled with pleasure.
Yoona leans over, whispering into her ear.
“If you're quiet, you'll get a reward.”
Jiwoo buries her head in her usual spot on Yoona's neck, rocking against air. She’s a whimpering mess - she needs friction badly.
“Okay?” Yoona asks, stilling Jiwoo's hips. Jiwoo nods desperately against her skin.
Yoona lifts Jiwoo's hips up slightly, positioning her leg underneath her. When she pulls Jiwoo down, she immediately feels the slick warmth of Jiwoo's core on her thigh.
Jiwoo wants to scream at the contact, but she decides to bury her head deeper into Yoona's neck, her fingers digging into Yoona's shoulders. She's not sure how long she can last, she feels like she's already seconds away from climax.
Yoona starts guiding Jiwoo's hips into a rhythm of grinding on her leg. Jiwoo is practically dripping through her underwear, leaving behind a trail of her juices on Yoona's thigh. Yoona can feel Jiwoo's bud on her leg through her underwear - it makes the heat within her rize. She feels the vibration of Jiwoo's moans on her neck and it sends shivers down her spine.
She continues her routine of firmly pressing Jiwoo down on her thigh before lifting her so that her clit was barely brushing against her leg through her underwear. Jiwoo tries to match her pace but she slowly feels herself start to rut against Yoona's leg on her own accord. She's so close, she feels like a coil is about to snap within her.
“I bet you would like it if Jinsol were to knock on our door right now, asking if we're still up,” Yoona teases. “You've always had a soft spot for her. I wonder what she would think if she saw you like this, dripping wet, grinding on my leg, desperate for release.”
Jiwoo's grip on Yoona's shoulders tightens. She starts to feel tears forming in her eyes from how bad she needs to cum. All she wants to do is moan and whimper, frotting against Yoona. But she can't lose the challenge that Yoona has created for her.
“Is that why you wanted to do it so badly in the car? Because Jinsol was the only one awake and there was a chance that she might hear us?” Yoona pants. She's not even sure what she's saying. She feels her mouth move on autopilot. It seems to affect Jiwoo greatly, though, as she bites down where Yoona's neck meets her shoulder.
“And, god, going behind the set earlier.. If we had any longer together, I would've fingered you right there. I would've pushed up your little skirt and reached into your underwear, holding you close as I pushed my fingers inside of you. Do you think you would've been quiet enough for no one to notice? From the way you were whimpering and moaning back there, I don't think you would've.”
Jiwoo's tears start to stain Yoona's shirt. She's trying so hard to be quiet, but she just wants to scream. Yoona's sure that she's going to have a very noticeable bite mark on her shoulder that the poor makeup artist is going to have to deal with.
“Why do you want to be caught so bad? Do you really want people to see what a whining mess you become? Do you really want people to see you right as you reach the edge, looking absolutely ruined? My poor little puppy riding on my fingers like nothing else matters, whimpering herself to tears.”
The coil snaps.
Jiwoo's orgasm crashes into her, waves of pleasure coursing throughout her body. She whimpers loudly into Yoona's neck and she hopes that she muffled it enough to not be too loud. Her hips stutter against Yoona's thigh, her clit feeling overstimulated. Yoona takes back control, guiding Jiwoo's hips up and down against her thigh, helping her ride out her orgasm.
Yoona starts to feel a bit embarrassed by everything she's said. She wasn't even sure where it was all coming from. The fact that Jiwoo's warm liquid coats her thigh, some still spilling out through Jiwoo's underwear, clearly shows what an effect it had on her. Still, Yoona can't help but feel self-conscious.
Jiwoo starts to feel like it's too much, her poor clit way too sensitive from all the attention. She taps Yoona's shoulder, signaling her to stop. Yoona lets up and centers Jiwoo on her lap, her aching core no longer lined up with Yoona's thigh.
Jiwoo lifts her head up finally to meet Yoona's eyes. Yoona notices tear stains on her cheeks and realizes that they should've taken off their makeup before this. She wipes away any stray tears that she sees.
“Are you okay?” she asks with concern.
“Yeah, it was just a lot,” Jiwoo rasps out. “But it was good.”
She gives a soft peck to Yoona's lips.
“You did a good job. Do you still want your reward?”
Jiwoo feels her core ache in want, as if she didn't just orgasm. She squirms in Yoona's lap.
“Yes,” she pleads. Yoona nods and bites her lower lip in anticipation. She reaches for Jiwoo's underwear and starts to pull it off. Jiwoo sits up and helps her remove the piece from her body.
“Sorry for ruining a pair,” Yoona says, holding the soaking wet panties. Jiwoo grabs the pair from her and drops it to the floor. She then wraps her arms around Yoona's neck.
“I don't care. Where's my reward?”
Yoona laughs in response and Jiwoo slaps her shoulder.
“Hey, I'm serious. Do you know how hard that was for me?”
“I'm sorry, I'm sorry.” Yoona moves her hand towards Jiwoo's dripping hot heat. Her hand finally reaches it, dragging her fingers through her folds, feeling her juices coat them. Jiwoo exhales shakily, still sensitive from her last orgasm. Every move that Yoona makes feels like electricity running up her spine.
“Do you want me to take off my skirt?” Jiwoo asks, realizing it's the only thing she's left wearing besides some socks.
“No. I like seeing you in it,” Yoona admits. She makes sure her fingers are coated with Jiwoo's slick before moving a finger to her entrance. She lightly fingers it, feeling it pucker. Jiwoo jolts at the contact but then starts to grind down, chasing her finger as soon as it moves away. She's so needy.
Yoona starts pushing one of her fingers into Jiwoo, already feeling Jiwoo's walls tighten around it. It's burning hot inside Jiwoo as Yoona presses against her velvety walls.
Jiwoo shivers against Yoona, arching her back. Yoona starts moving her finger, pushing it further in. Jiwoo grinds down on it, swallowing it within her warmth. A few seconds later and she can tell that she's already taken the whole finger, up to the knuckles. She moans at the realization - she must've been so wet that there was little to no resistance. She wonders just how much she's dripping - if she's making a mess on Yoona's lap.
Jiwoo loves Yoona's fingers, loves how long and slender they are. She remembers the first time she and Yoona compared their hand sizes. She always thought she had pretty big hands with nice, long fingers. Then they compared and she realized that Yoona's were even longer. She didn't think much of it at the time, but it's a memory that stuck with her.
Now she has those fingers all to herself and she loves just how deep they can get inside of her.
She feels Yoona move her finger inside of her, feeling her walls. Despite feeling overwhelmed and overstimulated, it's not enough - she doesn't feel full enough.
“Please, I need more,” Jiwoo pleads.
Yoona approaches her entrance with a second finger and pushes it in slowly. Jiwoo gasps, feeling stretched out from just two fingers. It had been a while since they had last done anything like this, so maybe Jiwoo was out of practice, but the feeling of Yoona's two fingers filling her up was devastating.
Yoona curls her fingers, finding Jiwoo's spongy spot from within. As she brushes against Jiwoo's g-spot, Jiwoo feels like she's in heaven. She can't help but let out a loud moan. Yoona starts moving her fingers in and out of Jiwoo, setting a pace that Jiwoo tries to keep up with. Jiwoo can hear the movie playing in the other room and hopes that it's loud enough that they can't hear the sound of Yoona ramming into her.
Jiwoo bounces on Yoona's fingers, matching her pace as best she can. When Jiwoo grinds down, Yoona pushes up. It creates an overwhelming feeling of pleasure and Jiwoo can tell that she's already close to coming again.
She's still incredibly sensitive, so when Yoona's thumb brushes over her clit, she jolts, feeling a surge of heat run through her. It's almost too much, Yoona's fingers filling her up, brushing against her most sensitive areas. Yoona feels Jiwoo repeatedly clench around her fingers tightly and she knows she's close.
Yoona picks up the place, holding Jiwoo's hip with her other hand to stabilize her. She can feel Jiwoo's fluids dripping down her hand, onto her wrist. She slams her fingers into her, pushing her hips down with every thrust. Her thumb continues to rub her clit, still extremely sensitive from the recent orgasm. Jiwoo's moaning so loudly and Yoona doesn't have it in her to care at this point.
Jiwoo’s second orgasm hits her and she doubles over. Yoona continues to push into her, at a much lower pace. She helps her ride out her orgasm, feeling each wave pass through Jiwoo as her walls clench around her fingers. She wonders if she can get a third orgasm out of Jiwoo, pushing her over the edge once more.
She continues her pace, slowly fingering Jiwoo until she can hear her breathing calm. Then, she flicks Jiwoo's clit with her thumb again and Jiwoo jolts to life with a loud whimper. They definitely heard that.
“Ah, Yoona, wait,” Jiwoo pants out. Her hips stutter as they move on their own, chasing Yoona's fingers - despite how incredibly sensitive she is.
“You can do one more, can't you, baby?” Yoona whispers into her ear hotly. Her pace starts to pick up again. At this point, her arm is getting a little tired, but she wants to see Jiwoo cum just one more time.
Jiwoo is so sensitive that it hurts - but the pain feels so sweet. Tears form in her eyes again from the overwhelming feeling. She's whimpering loudly now, babbling to herself in a high pitched voice.
Yoona knows she's going to get shit from Haewon tomorrow.
Jiwoo's walls clench around Yoona's fingers hard, the friction of the movement making Jiwoo's head spin. Yoona continues to rub Jiwoo's abused and swollen nub and Jiwoo hisses at the touch.
The heat is building up within Jiwoo quickly - quicker than the times before. She's just so sensitive, every touch feels like electricity running through her veins.
Jiwoo moves back to her place on Yoona's neck, practically sobbing into it. The sounds of Jiwoo becoming a whimpering, crying mess only spurs Yoona on more. She plunges her fingers in, pumping in and out of Jiwoo at a delicious place. Jiwoo can feel her orgasm coming imminently, waves of heat flowing through her body.
“Aw, my poor puppy,” Yoona teases.
Her third orgasm hits her like a train. Her hips falter, jolting as every wave hits her. Yoona slows her pace down, helping her ride out her orgasm once more. Jiwoo can practically feel her juices flow out of her and onto Yoona's hand.
Jiwoo's whimpering loudly, so overstimulated that it hurts. She taps Yoona's wrist and pushes it away. Yoona pulls her fingers out, soaked with Jiwoo's juices. Jiwoo immediately misses the feeling of being full and feels her pussy clench around nothing.
Yoona licks her fingers clean and suddenly regrets not involving her mouth sooner. Jiwoo is still panting into her shoulder, her hands clutching Yoona's shoulders. Yoona knows that she's going to have at least one bruise from the ordeal.
Yoona brushes Jiwoo's hair with her dry hand. Jiwoo looks up at the contact and looks completely wrecked. Yoona feels her own clit throb at the sight.
“Let's get you cleaned up,” Yoona says, tapping Jiwoo's hip.
Jiwoo starts to stand up but her legs are practically jelly. Yoona notices her wobbling and stands up to grab her before she can fall.
Jiwoo turns to Yoona, still partially breathless.
“Is there anything I can do for you?” she asks. Yoona can feel her core ache at the question, but she wants to get both of them cleaned up and wiped down. The day is also starting to weigh down on her.
“Don't worry about it.”
“Are you sure? You did so much for me,” Jiwoo pouts.
“Well, I'm not the one who dragged my girlfriend behind a set to make out and then started feeling her up on the ride back home,” Yoona teases.
“I'm sorry that I'm attracted to my girlfriend,” Jiwoo teases back.
They stare at each other for a beat before breaking out in laughter. Jiwoo laughs big and brightly. Yoona watches her and her own laughter eventually fades into a sigh of happiness. She taps Jiwoo's side.
“C'mon. Let's try to figure out a way to get to the bathroom without anyone seeing us.”
“I'm not sure that's possible with the way that our dorm’s layout is.”
“Then I guess everyone's just going to have to see. Thankfully, you don't seem to mind that idea too much.”
Jiwoo slaps Yoona's shoulder, feigning offense.
“Shut up, unnie. I was being vulnerable with you and this is what I get in return? Wow,” Jiwoo says with a shake of her head.
Yoona giggles, tapping her forehead on Jiwoo's.
“Sorry. You know I love you, right?”
Jiwoo smiles softly, rubbing their foreheads together.
“Of course. You know I love you, right?"
“Of course,” Yoona replies with a wide smile. She reaches over to a nearby dresser and picks up her phone, checking the time. “The movie should be over in maybe half an hour. We can just wait until it's done and they all go back to their rooms. If that's okay.”
“That sounds good to me,” Jiwoo takes a step back on her shaky legs, nodding. “Now what could we possibly do in the meantime?”
They both mimic thinking deeply before Jiwoo walks over and pushes Yoona onto the bed.
“It seems like I can do something for you after all.”