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"Don't move! You must be so confused right now. You got into a bad car accident a few days ago. You hurt your head really bad — you had a minor surgery too. I'm calling the nurses, please don't try to sit up—"
Minjeong grabs the front of Jimin's shirt and pulls her closer. Her grip is weak, it would be easy for Jimin to get out of her grasp, but the sudden animosity that spreads across Minjeong's face like a drop of ink in water, freezes her limbs.
"Jimin, right?" Minjeong asks. She spits out the two syllables of Jimin's name like a curse. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
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"We could try it," Jimin says finally. Her voice is carefully casual but Minjeong catches the slight tremor in it, the way her fingers have started drumming against the counter in that nervous rhythm she does when she's trying to seem unbothered.
Minjeong's head snaps up. "What?"
"We're going out tonight anyway." Jimin's ears are turning red but she maintains eye contact. "And neither of us has been having much luck. It couldn't hurt to test it."
"You want to kiss me." The words come out flat, disbelieving. But it's practical, Minjeong tells herself. It's just an experiment. Friends help friends. And they're both omegas, so it's—it's safe. It doesn't mean anything. It can't mean anything because that's not how things work. Omegas don't—they're not supposed to—
"I want to help you test a theory." Jimin looks away, her fingers drumming faster now. "We're roommates. We're comfortable with each other. It makes sense."
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or: minjeong and jimin are two omega best-friends and roommates who start making out before clubbing because it allegedly spikes their pheromones and makes them more appealing to alphas
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Jimin is the perfect girlfriend. She picks Minjeong up from work, remembers her favorite drink, kisses her cheek at the door. She's attentive, patient, and impossibly good at making Minjeong feel safe. She's everything Minjeong could ever want. But why is it that she can't shake the feeling that something is terribly, terribly wrong?
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or: yu jimin is a methodical contract killer. kim minjeong is a barista who notices too much
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“minjeong! one soy flat white and blueberry muffin for the pretty customer!”
“mom, you can’t just call a customer—”
she stops.
because oh.
oh.
okay.
her mother wasn’t lying.
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jimin kept coming back to minjeong's family café because she has good taste—not only in baked goods, but also in girls.
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And Jimin loves being used. She notices that, too, how it tugs at her tummy when she degrades her own self to nothing but a toy in her mind, how disposed she is to being at Winter’s absolute will.
Ridiculously, she thinks, Jimin is persuaded by her best friend to open up a dating profile after making the mistake of telling her that she’s still a virgin at the ripe age of 25. While the one-night-stand she ends up having as a result is mindblowing, there’s something off about it; like the 5-star hotel where it happens, or the bodyguard that welcomes her in, or the NDA said bodyguard has her sign—or the fact that she sees her mysterious hook-up’s face on a billboard the next day.
or: Yu Jimin loses her virginity to Kim Minjeong, who—unbeknownst to her—turns out to be the top soloist in South Korea.