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They are the result of a college deal gone wrong.
This is how it goes.
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Nayeon was just looking for a way to get off without any strings attached, you know, to kick back from all the bullshit she puts herself through willingly (a nicer way to call it: college). It just so happens that she meets Myoui Mina — a pretty girl that, well, was looking for the same exact thing.
So it isn’t much of a surprise when they find themselves next to each other in the same bed some morning after, courtesy of a night of terribly mixed jungle juice, many thanks to Kim Jisoo. Mina’s thighs are sore and Nayeon feels like she’s slept on the floor with how much her back aches, much thanks to Mina. The first thing they do is laugh at each other when Nayeon rolls over to face Mina. She’s got lipstick smeared across the length of her jaw and Mina doesn’t necessarily fare any better: mismatched purpling blots on her collarbones and some scattered down the column of her throat that she forces Nayeon to help her cover up later.
Nayeon normally doesn’t stay, and she usually wakes up early enough to slip out of bed, maybe make a run to the nearest café to pick up breakfast, you know, as a thanks for the night before. And then she’s out the door without a word, number, and sometimes even a name.
But this time is a little different:
Mina’s up before her and when she stirs, the other girl has no problem rolling on top of her to straddle her in all her wholesome, naked glory.
“Sleep,” she says, voice still drowsy and a thousand times more attractive than what Nayeon remembers, hands pushing her shoulders down and Nayeon already feels like melting.
“I’m okay,” she manages, though the sleepiness in her own voice isn’t helping, “I should go.”
“Sleep,” Mina says again, presses down on her shoulders a little harder, and Nayeon relents far too easily without much more of a fight. How uncharacteristic of her.
Nayeon’s already slept through two of her classes already, figures the last one isn’t really worth attending in the end since the bed is really nice and warm and the girl in it with her isn’t that bad either. Not bad at all.
“Okay, I’ll sleep—” and she’s pulling Mina off of her, likes the way the girl’s body presses against her own and how perfectly she fits in her arms, “— we’ll sleep.”
Hours later, the weight beside her shifts and she cracks an eye open, watches sleepily as Mina scoots herself closer to her, face digging deeper into the crook of her neck.
“I’m feeling waffles,” Mina murmurs after a full beat of silence. Nayeon makes a drowsy noise of agreement. “Get up. Let’s get waffles.”
-
Turns out, it’s two in the afternoon and waffles just aren’t considered viable lunch options. Well, that sucks. This has Mina scowling for a full minute before she ingeniously comes up with the idea to make their own.
Mina doesn’t own a waffle maker, just a tiny griddle pan that’s never been used before, so they end up making pancake-esque waffles that are all sorts of different shapes instead. Amazing, considering the fact that the griddle is a circle.
(They both end up as sticky messes: Nayeon’s got whipped cream handprint spread across her forehead and Mina sports a fancy syrup mustache. Their tries at waffles are successful for the most part; they taste like something akin to waffles, not really, but it’s close enough to call it a win for the day.
It was fun, Nayeon thinks. It’s fun to attempt to make waffles with a girl who swears she’s some kitchen whiz when the only thing she knows how to make is instant ramen. It’s fun to stick her hands in that bowl of flour and flick it all at Mina, who has no hesitation to return the favor. It’s fun to catch glimpses of that pretty gummy smile, when Mina laughs so hard that her tummy hurts and grins so wide that her cheeks ache. It’s fun that they’re able to do this, whatever this is, as if they hadn’t fucked just the night before. It’s fun with Mina.
The clean up is fun, too, Nayeon decides when there’s a giggle against her neck, skin sticky, and she hooks her thumbs at the sides of Mina’s shorts and slides them all the way down.)
-
Mina's a good fuck, Nayeon has to admit. The best she’s had in a really, really long time. Mina seems to think likewise.
(Which is exactly how Mina promptly upgrades herself from a one-night stand to a frequent bed buddy in just a measly two weeks.)
They go at it a lot, probably a lot more than they should, since Mina, even as darling as she looks, has the libido akin to that of an eighteen-year-old boy and Nayeon’s never one to ever say no to such a pretty girl. Definitely not when said pretty girl learns how to press every single one of her buttons far too quickly, which always somehow results in Nayeon’s head between her thighs, just to get her to shut up.
Her friends, when they find out through less-than-desirable means during one afternoon when they barge in through her door unannounced, are equal parts traumatized and thoroughly impressed. Apparently, Mina is some kind of big name in the dance department, Momo informs her, a ballet prodigy with a helluva background and equally impressive achievements. Hot, a dancer, and great in bed? Nayeon feels like she hit the jackpot.
Though Nayeon can honestly care less about the titles Mina wears around campus. She’s just a person after all, just like everyone else out there. Not like there’s a need to treat or view her any different. Mina seems to appreciate it, even though they’ve never explicitly talked about it, and Nayeon wouldn’t even have known, probably would have never , until Momo had said something. Besides, it’s not like the fact that Mina's some kind of big shot ballerina would’ve spurred Nayeon to do anything else but ruin her.
(Okay, maybe Nayeon would’ve been a little nicer and let her still be able to walk the next day for whatever-it-is-that-ballerinas-do, but still! )
Mina’s really good at what she can do between her legs, and that’s all Nayeon finds the time to worry about. Her pretty face and pretty smile and even prettier personality are just perks. Really good perks.
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They’re comfortable.
(Which is the biggest understatement ever, perhaps.)
Nayeon doesn’t know if it’s because they’ve seen each other naked more times than both their fingers and toes can count, or maybe it’s just the odd results reaped from their even odder arrangements. (Sex and tacos right afterwards? Only them.) Whatever it is, she supposes it’s just something that comes with the territory.
It’s been at least a few months now, give or take, and they've slowly become constants in each other's lives whether they like it or not. But it’s not like they’re complaining.
Mina’s a nice person, cute personality and everything to boot, and the sex? The sex is great . More than great. Nayeon has no problem keeping her around, doesn’t think she’ll be this lucky with anyone else either. No one gets her peanut butter and jelly sandwich cravings right after being fucked in the shower quite like Mina does. No one.
Nayeon’s quite the character; she’s loud and gregarious, everything Mina isn’t. She blows up her own big head on the regular — calls herself adorable and a total catch all the time — and Mina can’t even deny it because fuck, she really is cute and a catch. A real charmer, if she’s being honest. She’s good, really good at what she does, and Mina doesn’t mind her company one bit either. They balance each other out pretty nicely, and she supposes that’s how they make it work so well.
Mina’s great, Nayeon’s great, they’re great. It’s great.
-
Mina has absolutely no problem tossing a key at her one day, telling her that she was eventually going to get one anyway, that it’s just more convenient that she has one so Mina doesn’t have to get up and open the door herself. Nayeon gives her one a week or so later, attached to a penguin keychain that she swears has nothing whatsoever to do with Mina.
In retrospect, it probably wasn’t a good idea to give each other their house keys first thing, more so Mina than Nayeon. For all she knows, Nayeon could be some closet kleptomaniac or even a serial killer! Mina values her penguin plushies more than her own life at times and she’s too pretty to die. Besides, what are the odds? Nayeon seems too good to be true sometimes, like her ideal type in a faraway pipe dream — good looking and good in bed — so she can’t really say she’d be surprised, if at all, if it turns out she had a few screws loose. Whatever.
Thankfully, she learns a lot later that Nayeon is not an impulsive stealer nor does she find enjoyment in slaying pretty girls during the dead of night. She is, however, a cereal killer instead. She comes over whenever she’s all sorts of hungry, which happens to be all the time, and proceeds to almost clear out everything in Mina’s pantry, starting with her Cheerios to even the sticks of butter in the fridge. The teeth marks left on them couldn’t be any more obvious.
(Or hungry in a different sense:
“Hey,” Nayeon’s taking a liking to practically barging into her room without notice these days. Mina’s not even surprised anymore. Her expression is bored as she plucks the lame romance book right out of Mina’s hands despite the sudden protests of finally getting to the good part. “I’m bored. Let me eat you out.")
But it’s not like Mina’s any better.
Mina comes over whenever she wants. Literally. Sometimes, Nayeon’s in the middle of napping when Mina decides it’s the best time to come over, and not only does Nayeon wakes up from the sudden weight that settles on top of her, she wakes up to a very horny weight on top of her. And sometimes, she comes over to sleep. Just sleep. Just because Nayeon’s apartment is closer to the dance building and after a super late night practice, she can’t be bothered to travel the longer distance back to her own place. Nayeon never really minds since living alone isn’t that fun and it’s always nice to cuddle someone to sleep. It just so happens that Mina is a great cuddler. It’s pretty awesome.
Yeah, real awesome.
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And it’s even gotten to the point where their friends are unfazed:
Sana, Mina’s best friend, always finds the time to swing by to make Mina try whatever she attempts to bake on that certain day. The first time is a little unconventional, Nayeon's only got her shorts halfway up when Sana walks right on in, no knock or ring at the doorbell or any prior indicator whatsoever. It’s a whole minute of silence, Sana staring right at Nayeon and Nayeon staring right back, unsure if she should continue pulling up her shorts or—
Sana’s scream decides for her. She lets go of her shorts immediately, trying to make a run for it when Sana barrels right toward her and tries to knock her out with her plate of brownies that look too good to be swung around like that. She trips over her shorts anyway, landing on the floor face first, and a total stranger gets a whole eyeful of her bunny face panties and is now yelling “pervert!” at her half-naked ass and Nayeon wants to do nothing but dig a hole and die in it. Please God, take me now!
Mina, thankfully, comes out of the bathroom in time to stop actual chaos from ensuing, even manages to pull Nayeon’s shorts back up whilst placating a hysterical Sana who is still very convinced that Nayeon is a pervert all at the same time. (“Only perverts take their pants off in a girl’s living room!”)
And Nayeon? Nayeon’s on the verge of bursting into tears, having sealed her fate of suffering the eternal shame of burning the image of her ass in Sana’s mind forever. Plus, she’s thoroughly convinced that all of Mina’s friends are literally nuts. Cuckoo on the entire scale of sanity.
In the end, Nayeon narrowly escapes death by a plate of brownies and they have a real fun time explaining why Nayeon was not taking her pants off in Mina’s living room, but rather putting them back on. Mina’s smile is smug and Nayeon’s is sheepish, both staring right at the couch Sana’s sitting on when she asks why, and not even a second later, Sana shoots right up from her seat, drops the plate of desserts on Mina’s coffee table, and leaves immediately.
(She calls later, indignantly yelling at Mina through the phone to please, please, please for the love of God — burn the couch.)
The second time, Nayeon’s appropriately dressed, surprisingly , and sitting at Mina’s kitchen island with a pack of Oreos. Her grin is toothy at an attempt to be welcoming when she greets Sana, who thankfully, regards her back with more or less the slightest smile, settling down a plate of pretty nice looking canelés right in front of her. She even tells her to give some of them a try. Huh, color Nayeon impressed. Maybe Mina’s friends aren’t as batshit crazy as she thinks they are.
Nayeon offers her some Oreos in return, and there starts an argument on whether the creme or the cookie is the best part. Forget what she said earlier, Sana is definitely crazy. Mina comes out right on time, once again, to prevent someone from getting knocked out with a plate, or even worse, the canelés themselves.
The third time, Sana brings over a plate of cookies and leaves right after she hands them to Mina, says the three on top are for Nayeon.
The icing job could use some work, she supposes, one of them with a clunky “sorry we got off on the wrong foot” squeezed onto possibly the smallest cookie on the entire platter. The other two say "u have a nice ass” and “your not that bad” with the wrong form of “you’re” used for spacing’s sake. Nonetheless, Nayeon’s content in a way she doesn’t really understand. It’s pretty nice that she’s gotten approval from Mina’s best friend, albeit unsure for what exactly, but she doesn’t really bother with it. She gets free food and a pretty girl is baking them. It’s a win-win for her!
The fourth time, the fifth time, and even then on forth — Sana takes care in bringing enough for two, even when Nayeon’s not even there.
Sana’s never asked, but Mina tells her offhandedly one day that Sana probably thinks they’re dating which is why she’s bringing extra pastries and the like. It works out for them — Sana’s a pretty good baker even though Mina told her more than once that the girl is a kitchen’s greatest walking hazard — because they’re both kind of benefitting from whatever they are. Nayeon will never go hungry and Mina has someone to actually finish all the baked goods Sana brings over. It’s all good in the end. Everyone’s happy!
-
Momo and Jeongyeon are an entirely different story.
It happens way before Nayeon’s even had a chance to tell them that she’s kind of preoccupied with someone in the lowest key of ways. Not really seeing someone, but still seeing someone. Get it?
They walk in when Nayeon’s in the middle of eating Mina out like her entire life depended on it, and they make their presence very known by slamming the door shut and Momo yells out a very teary sounding “sorry!” while Jeongyeon swears fifty times per minute and makes it a sudden life goal to see to the end of Nayeon’s.
Oops. Okay, it’s kinda Nayeon’s fault — she forgot to lock her room, a little too intent on getting Mina’s pants off before they even hit the bed.
Mina just so happened to come over before her friends did, a hurried text that consisted of nothing but “5 mins” and a string of inappropriate emojis, and naturally so, she forgets that her friends were coming over as well. How could she even dare remember when she’s got a beyond pretty girl settled in her lap? Forget them!
Most people would be frantic or completely embarrassed or even immediately turned off at the prospect of getting caught in the middle of it, she supposes, but Mina? Mina isn’t most people. If anything, that kinky little shit gets off on it.
(She does, unsurprisingly. Nayeon saw it coming. Thankfully, it’s quicker than usual, and Nayeon would rather deal with a very angry pair of friends and a thoroughly satisfied Mina rather than three people angry at her — whoever would be angrier, she’s not even sure.)
Mina has some kind of rehearsal to get to, so she wastes no time in making herself presentable once again before rushing out of the door, right past Jeongyeon and Momo (and she doesn’t forget to greet them, says she’ll introduce herself next time when she’s not in a rush and hopefully, under better circumstances). Part of Nayeon feels like Mina was just saving face and of course, leaving the hard part up to her. She didn’t even get the chance to come! And now she can’t even deal with herself because her friends are probably formulating a thousand different ways to plot her death just because she just so happened to forget to lock her door! God, she’ll get back at her later.
Though thankfully, for the most part, they take it well. It’s nothing new, Nayeon’s proclivity for promiscuity, but the prospect of her only sleeping with one girl for God knows how long now? Record-breaking! Jeongyeon apparently now owes Momo twenty bucks and a week of chicken nuggets, the two friends having bet ages ago on whether or not Nayeon would ever find a girl that she liked enough to sleep with more than twice.
Though other than the very glaring fact that her friends only use her to get money out of each other, the other two are hardly bothered by the reality of another sudden addition to their lives. Whoever Nayeon’s fucking on the regular must mean something anyway. They know her name and face and Nayeon’s even taken the time to introduce her to them, albeit crudely (because there are so many other better things to say than “this is Mina, the girl I’m banging”), and Nayeon never introduces girls to them because most of them are only one night stands, or just girls that Nayeon have no intention of keeping for long. Mina is a nice change of pace, a very well-needed breath of fresh air. Christ, it’s a good thing.
It relieves Nayeon, though she’s not sure why she even cares whether Jeongyeon and Momo approve of Mina. It’s not like it matters whether or not they like the girl she’s merely sleeping with for the shits and giggles. However, it all works out in the end. Jeongyeon and Momo like Mina. Mina likes Jeongyeon and Momo. And Mina has absolutely no problem inserting herself in a mess that once went by Jeongyeon, Momo, and Nayeon (in order of brains) and Nayeon, Jeongyeon, and Momo (in order of age) interchangeably. It’s fine, right?
Momo, though still trying to get over how starstruck every time she sees Mina — it must be a dancer and Japanese thing — warms up to the girl almost immediately. Several meetings later, both of them somehow turn Nayeon’s living room into some impromptu dance studio, with Mina teaching Momo the art of contemporary dance and Momo showing Mina the wonders of urban dancing. It’s great that they’re getting along, both being dance majors, but Nayeon’s living room isn’t fit to be a dance studio at all. More times than often, she’s woken up from her midday nap just because Momo accidentally knocks over her speaker system yet again or someone dances, quite literally, straight into a wall. Momo’s even sad these days when she comes over and Mina’s not there.
(“Ew, it’s just you today?”
“This is my apartment!”)
It doesn’t take long for Jeongyeon to follow right after. One afternoon sees Jeongyeon bringing her Switch over and then proceeding to get her ass handed to her on Super Smash by Mina who’s never even played the game before. Nayeon literally revels in Jeongyeon’s goofy face of defeat when her self-acclaimed one hundred hours on the said game gets put to shame and even tells Mina to do it again. By nighttime, Jeongyeon still cannot fathom how Mina manages to constantly beat her over and over again despite being a one-trick Olimar, but nonetheless, she gains herself a pretty formidable Super Smash opponent and a new gaming buddy. Which is great because that means Nayeon and Momo, both filthy casuals and fall off the map more times than they can land a hit on each other, aren’t forced to play anything with Jeongyeon anymore. But it’s also not so great because Jeongyeon is now immune to catching them in the middle of sex — more than once now! — and merely tells them to finish up and get decent and meet her in the living room in ten because Mario Party isn’t going to play itself.
But in the end, everyone’s happy! Mina might just be the best friend with benefits there is — not only does Nayeon benefit, but it seems that everyone else does as well! Momo gets someone who appreciates dance as much as she does and Jeongyeon can finally play games with someone that can actually play. Mina earns two new idiot friends out of this whole ordeal, and Nayeon is perfectly content with where her life is for possibly the first time in her entire life.
Though just one tiny thing gets in the way sometimes:
“I don’t know how you did it,” Momo says to her randomly when Nayeon’s sprawled across the couch and waiting for Momo and Mina to be done with whatever dancing thing they were doing so Nayeon can get Mina for the remainder of the day to do… definitely not family-friendly things, really. Like usual.
“Do what?”
“How did you ,” Momo jabs a finger at her ass, which earns her a brief kick, “out of all people possible,” another jab, another kick, “manage to get Mina to be your girlfriend? She’s so… Mina and you’re so... well , Nayeon.”
Both Mina and Nayeon immediately jerk their heads to stare at Momo. It’s silent for the longest second, with Nayeon’s gaze shooting back and forth between Mina and Momo, the both of them looking equally as confused as her, if not even more. Girlfriend? No way, Mina’s not her girlfriend. And what is Momo even talking about? What does she even mean she’s so Nayeon? Nayeon doesn’t know if she should be offended or not.
(For the record, she could totally get Myoui Mina to be her girlfriend… if she was interested in having her as a girlfriend in the first place!)
“She’s not my girlfriend,” Nayeon finally manages to say with a laugh, glancing over at Mina who only vigorously nods in agreement. Momo looks even more confused than she was before. “We’re not dating.”
“Yeah,” Mina adds nonchalantly not even a beat later, smile growing smug, “I don’t date losers anyway.”
“Hey! "
Then:
“Mina,” Sana’s voice blares through the speaker, and Nayeon’s definitely not happy about being interrupted nor is she feeling particularly nice, continuing to press open-mouthed kisses down the stretch of Mina’s neck despite the other girl’s silent glare of don’t you dare .
“Kinda busy, Sana,” Mina mumbles into the speaker, trying to push Nayeon off of her. “Any chance you can call back later?”
“It’s nothing, really…” Sana continues on anyway, ignoring Mina’s words. “Just that your ex is being nosy again because she saw you and Nayeon together the other day.”
“Hi, Sana,” Nayeon pipes up all of a sudden, lips ghosting Mina’s jaw and in tandem with a hand that slides underneath the hem of Mina’s shirt.
Mina knees her in the side almost immediately for that. What do you think you’re doing? she mouths, and Nayeon’s smile is nothing but trouble.
“Nayeon! Hi! I didn’t know you were with Mina.”
“Wouldn’t be anywhere else,” Nayeon says with a smug grin that has Mina rolling her eyes, but the girl’s quick to change demeanor once she feels Nayeon’s hands hot against her breasts and her knee easing right up between her legs. “Just wanted to say hi, but go ahead and continue your conversation. I’m gonna go raid Mina’s fridge.”
Raiding Mina’s fridge as in:
Mina bristles, mouth opening to yell at Nayeon for doing less-than-appropriate things while she’s on the phone with her best friend, but she’s quick to shut herself up when Nayeon presses with her knee, just barely.
“Mina?”
Mina really can’t help that roll of her hips that has the biggest, shit-eating grin she’s ever seen grow on Nayeon’s face. “Y-Yeah?"
“Anyway, Tzuyu told me. She kept asking all these questions and being totally hung up about it, so are you sure she’s completely over you because it really doesn’t seem like it?”
“It’s not really my problem if Chae isn’t over— oh my god —”
Nayeon’s hands find their way to her hips quickly, guiding her right up against her knee, and Mina’s hand flies up over her mouth to press that moan right back down.
“Mina? Are you okay?”
“Ye— yes, sorry… I just… uh, banged my knee against my… desk. Yeah. I’m good. Totally fine.” She manages to grit out, a hand moving to grasp Nayeon’s wrist. Honestly, she’s not even sure if she’s trying to stop her or tell her to continue at this point.
Once Sana hangs up, she’s going to kill Nayeon, though the needy rock of her hips and Nayeon’s satisfied ass smile indicates anything but .
“Okay,” Sana sounds a little skeptical, but she doesn’t question it. "Also, Tzuyu wants to hang out sometime this week if you’re free? She’s pretty bummed you didn’t tell her you had a new girlfriend.”
“Me? New girlfriend? Who?”
“Uh... Nayeon? You’re dating, right?”
“Nayeon?” Even Nayeon stops, hands stilling her hips and brows furrowed as she starts paying attention to the conversation. "She’s not my girlfriend. We’re not dating.”
“Huh? Then what a—“
Before she knows it, Nayeon grabs the phone out of her hand. One of her hands is quick to slip into Mina's panties, earning a terribly timed moan from Mina that has the girl slapping a hand over her mouth a second too late. Sana clearly can hear everything. “We’re fucking, Sana. Like right now. Mina will call you back later. Bye!”
Nayeon hangs up immediately afterwards, throws Mina’s phone elsewhere. She knows Mina’s already formulating fifty thousand ways to end her life by basically embarrassing her in front of her best friend, but hey — sex always trumps stupid talk about Mina’s annoying ex — and she knows Mina well enough that she generally tries to avoid talking about her ex-girlfriend and Nayeon was just making it easier for her.
“I’ll kill you later,” Mina speaks her thoughts for her, though her cheeks are ruddy and her hips, once again, are jumpy against her.
“Good,” Nayeon grins, toothy, holding Mina’s hips and place and moving downwards to press a hard kiss against her navel. Her fingers work faster than her mouth, already tugging Mina's panties down. She licks her lips. “I’ve got a fridge to raid."
And:
One day, Jeongyeon bursts through her door without a word, hands over her eyes, as if she was completely prepared to see Nayeon and Mina up to nothing but R rated things. Her expression shifts when she peeks through her fingers and realizes it’s only Nayeon watching Netflix on her phone. “Your girlfriend isn’t here? Wow, shocking .”
“She is not my girlfriend!”
Nayeon has shouted to the Gods below and above, her neighbors perhaps, and a million times through video call. She’s even sure that her entire apartment complex knows at this point — for this time and all the next times that will come, Mina is not her girlfriend!
-
Her and Mina? Together? Dating? Girlfriends?
Pfffffft!
-
They don’t talk about it.
Which makes sense because they aren’t dating even though everyone thinks they are. There’s no need to talk about something that isn’t a thing.
Mina’s fine. Nayeon’s fine. They’re fine.
Everything’s fine.
-
It comes like clockwork these days, being apart of each other’s lives so easily and what not. Nayeon’s having a good time. Mina’s having a good time. Their friends are all having a good time. That’s all that this is about, right? Having a good time. It’s all good.
They get awesome sex and lazy make out sessions and fun food dates without worrying about dumb things like feelings and the responsibility of a relationship. This is good, this is fine, this is frankly everything Nayeon could ever ask for without actually asking for it. Likewise for Mina.
So it’s not a surprise, not at all, when they catch each other in an empty hallway of the performing arts building after Mina had texted, more or less passive-aggressively, and prompted her race halfway across campus to get here. Nayeon had made quick work to check Mina’s schedule (that she also so dutifully plugged into her own calendar), for more than important reasons, of course , and before she even knows it, she’s pulled into the nearest unoccupied dance room.
This is definitely not dance rehearsal. This is definitely not allowed either, and she wasn’t even planning on doing anything here but maybe make out for a little bit and then drag Mina back to her apartment. She just can’t help it, however, when Mina looks like this , all sweaty and in the shortest and tightest ass pair of shorts she has ever seen in her entire life. Mina seems to have plans of her own though, and she’s even the first one to do something, duffle bag dumped to the floor and fingers grasping at her collar as she pulls her in for a searing kiss.
“I just got done with practice,” Mina breathes hot all over her mouth when they pull away for oxygen, “and my partner for the upcoming showcase is an insufferable piece of shit. Please tell me you’re here to be useful.”
“Sure, if that’s what you want,” Nayeon replies easily, just like what Mina wants to hear, before Mina chases after her lips once again.
It’s not like Nayeon had come by to sit down for a chat. Mina’s text told her to do otherwise. It’s never really like that with them. Their arrangement is anything but uncommon, but Nayeon can’t help that feeling that blossoms deep in the pit of her stomach. It feels a little like butterflies — no, scratch that — it feels like jelly, the kind that wiggles and wobbles and tastes good, equivalent to the feel-good feeling that burrows itself deep underneath her skin. She doesn’t know what it is — at least not yet! — but the thought of it goes away before she can even concern herself with it. She’s only here to get Mina off and vice versa. Maybe get food afterwards if she's hungry. Nothing more to it.
Instead, she forces all her worries onto the fact that they’re about to fuck in a dance room that basically anyone has access to and can walk in on them at any given time. Nayeon doesn’t do public (and Mina merely tells her not to knock until she tries, smile devious.) Mina even puts on music, volume all the way up, to make it seem like someone’s practicing so there’s even less of a chance of someone walking in though it does anything but reassure Nayeon. Yeah, sure, put on your sex playlist and say you're practicing to that, Nayeon muses to herself belatedly, when she’s already got Mina’s sports bra off, palming her pretty little tits, and she decides on the spot that fuck it , it’s a little too late to turn back now.
In hindsight, all of the qualms she had about this whole ordeal turn out to be the very least of her concerns. Those big ass mirrors that intimidated her at first turn out to be a blessing, as she finds out a little too quickly that she likes it, likes it a lot when she can watch herself fuck Mina. And it’s even better when she makes Mina watch herself, revels in the face Mina makes when her face glows red and she’s laid out so obscenely in front of the mirror, heat slick and practically dripping down her thighs as Nayeon works in a third finger and grinds against her ass. Mina almost comes at the sight of herself.
“Fuck,” Nayeon bites at the curve of her neck, not a bit mindful of the intensity, “look at yourself, stretched around my fingers like that. Do you see how wet you are? Dripping all over my hand like that? Fuck, fuck, fuck, you're so hot.”
It doesn’t take long for Mina to come undone, working herself so earnestly against her fingers, a messy, mismatched rhythm that only Nayeon knows how to follow. She falls apart so beautifully around her, and Nayeon can’t help but to fumble with her clit, just to work in that last bit of overstimulation and draw all those pretty noises out of Mina. It's cute, as cute as it can be at least, when Mina's hips jolt on their own and she’s mewling softly through her release. Nayeon wastes no time in easing her messy fingers into Mina’s mouth, and then she’s quick to clean the rest of her up, dropping low, and tongue lapping at all the pooling wetness. Doesn’t let any of it go to waste.
Mina even manages to return the favor, hands shaky as she plants herself on the floor. She eventually gets Nayeon’s pants off, drags Nayeon’s hips over her face, relishes in the sight of Nayeon practically leaking everywhere, and gets her off with such fervor that it has Nayeon threatening to yank two handfuls of her hair out. She rocks down a little too harshly, Mina having to slap at her thigh repeatedly just so she can get her centimeter of breathing room back.
It’s just so lewd that it forces her to teeter over the edge without much compared to usual, how she watches herself, pressed so intimately against Mina’s mouth. How every time she jerks her hips, she can feel every single drag of Mina’s tongue against her. How she can basically see herself desperately fuck Mina’s face, frantically chasing after her own release.
And when Nayeon finally comes, it’s all wet and teary and whiny. Her knees tremble on either side of Mina’s head and her legs feel weak, but Mina’s hands are wrapped firmly around her thighs, insistent on keeping her close to get every last bit of her on her tongue.
It’s when they’re all done, clothes back on and both equally fucked out, does the feeling in Nayeon’s stomach come back. They fuck and then they go about their separate ways, like usual, but somehow this time, it feels a little empty. They’re friends, she guesses, hence their “friends with benefits” title, and the last thing Nayeon wants to do is even attempt to test the borders of that. There are no feelings behind any of this , not even a lick of it. They never said that they were strictly benefits and not friends, so she figures there’s nothing wrong with this:
“Wanna get boba or something?”
It feels kind of weird. She doesn’t know why — they practically live at each other’s apartments and do a lot of the shit that normal friends don’t — but it just does. She realizes she’s never actually asked Mina to hang out, properly at least, because sex is anything but proper and can that really be called “hanging out?” Yeah, probably, but— whatever, you get her!
Mina, who already said her thanks and has her bag hoisted back up on her shoulder, seems surprised for the longest second before she works up a smile that makes something in Nayeon’s chest shift for whatever reason. She doesn’t even question her. “Your treat?”
“Yeah, why not,” and Nayeon can’t help but think that yeah, this is comfortable, this is fine.
-
“So… tell me about yourself,” Nayeon says, suddenly, breaking the second-long silence as she wedges the straw between her lips to take a sip of her drink.
That’s the kind of stuff they say on first dates, right? Not like this is totally a date, but Nayeon figures it works all the same.
“Me?” Mina questions as if there was someone else sitting with them, or even in close proximity of them.
“No, not you,” Nayeon rolls her eyes. Might as well have fun with this. “I’m obviously talking to the dude behind you.”
Mina, completely clueless, turns her head just the slightest to catch a glimpse of the person behind her. There is, in fact, no one behind her, and the laugh Nayeon gives her when she turns back around is stupid and loud, makes her want to maybe throw her drink at her. “You’re an ass,” she pouts.
“And you’re the one who actually turned around to look,” Nayeon can’t help reaching over to tug at Mina’s cheek, “but yes, you. Who else would I be talking to?”
Mina whispers a very dejected “the guy behind me” that has Nayeon laughing again. She wrangles Nayeon’s hand away, trying to twist her fingers in an attempt to shut her up. “Why are you asking?”
“I mean, I know we kind of… you know … but I don’t know, I thought it’d be okay to know a few more things about each other.”
“Really? Nayeon, you have a key to my place. I think we know each other enough already.”
“No! I mean... like, other things. I don't know, like your favorite color or something.”
Mina stops toying with Nayeon’s fingers for a brief second. “You want to know my favorite color?”
Nayeon grins, finds this as the perfect opportunity to slot her fingers into the spaces between Mina’s own. Mina makes a face and tries to pull her hand away at how cringey all of this is but Nayeon keeps her locked in place. “I want to know everything about you.”
Mina regards her without a response to her words. There’s something indecipherable about her expression for the quickest second. Nayeon barely catches it, but even then, she decides not to question it.
Her smile wavers, just a little bit. “Did I say something wrong?”
“No,” Mina finally replies, thankfully not prolonged enough to actually make it awkward. “I just... think I fell for you right then."
“Haha, real funny, Mina.” Nayeon says, a small laugh following her words although it seems a little forced and awkward.
Mina remains silent, face entirely unchanging.
Wait, what? Is Mina being serious?
Nayeon’s face cycles through a moment of confusion, doubt, and then finally disbelief. What? Mina? Falling? For her? No, no, no, no, no — this can’t be happening right now. Mina even looks serious. Oh God, she can feel her heart dropping to her stomach. “W-What?”
Almost immediately, Mina doesn’t even bother keeping her laugh in anymore. Nayeon, even as her mind continues to try its hardest to wrap itself around the words Mina had just said, can’t help but think that it’s pretty, really pretty and reminiscent of tinkering bell chimes. What are you even thinking right now?!
“I’m kidding,” Mina manages through a bunch of giggles. She gives Nayeon’s hand a squeeze, and oh— oh, they’re still holding hands. “Did you really believe me?”
“N… N-No!” Nayeon splutters out. Yes. Oh my god. “Of course not!”
“Then what was that?”
Nayeon clears her throat, trying to save as much face possible as she regains her posture. “I was just playing along. Duh.”
“Sure you were,” Mina says, doesn’t seem like she believes her anyway, but she doesn’t bother with it anymore. Her grip relaxes in Nayeon’s hold. “It’s red, by the way. My favorite color.”
Nayeon nods. She forgoes calling Mina a basic bitch because red is everyone’s favorite color, but she proceeds to commit her words to memory regardless. Who is she kidding, her own favorite color is blue!
“Oh!” Nayeon exclaims suddenly, the gears clicking in her head as she finally puts two and two together. She jostles their still interlocked hands out of pure excitement. “So that’s why your panties are always red!”
Mina’s brow twitches. Nayeon grins wider.
“Ow, Mina! My hand!"
-
It’s all good.
Other than Mina attempting to once again break her fingers and almost being successful this time, it goes well. Mina’s even cuter than what Nayeon could imagine possible, not that she knew how exactly cute she was to begin with, but it fits anyway. Her favorite color is red, and it apparently has nothing to do with her choices in panties, but Nayeon begs to differ. She’s probably out to get Nayeon’s wallet as well because she orders herself a large, doesn’t even finish it, and promptly forces Nayeon to drink it for her, despite all her protests of hating fruit tea.
Nayeon likes it, whatever it is really, because Mina’s a pretty cute person and it’s fun to be with her. She likes how they can fool around and continue to be comfy with each other right afterwards no matter what really happens, likes how her hand feels in her own, likes how it’s just easy with her. Really easy. She doesn’t even have to worry about anything whenever she’s with Mina, never at all, because Mina always laughs at her lame dad jokes even though they're not funny, always makes that feel-good kind of warmth spread deep within her chest whenever she smiles, laughs, or does anything , really. (Did she also mention how she likes holding Mina’s hand? No? Well, she does!)
Good? Still good!
-
And as if the universe had heard her in that single moment:
Nayeon finds out some things slowly, and some all at once. Sometimes, she didn't even know that she knew , but she always has. It feels like some kind of universal shift, like everything falling into place in all the weirdest ways that feel nothing but right. That’s kind of the scary thing about this whole thing: how right it feels.
So, it dwindles down to one conclusion, that this is the doing of God himself, reason behind it unbeknownst to Nayeon herself.
(Though, through fleeting carelessness, a shred of tenderness sprouts within her wild heart. Characteristically, however, she ignores it.)
It’s the big things that come first. You know, the things everybody knows.
Easily, she can rattle off all of Mina’s favorite things — her favorite animal is a penguin, food is ketchup (which Nayeon will argue until the eradication of humankind that ketchup is not a food), ice cream is strawberry, game is something along the lines of Call of Doody— or, well, Duty (Mina gets mad!). The list goes on, can go on until forever, but she’ll save everyone else the trouble.
She’s a very pretty girl, with a very pretty everything and an even prettier smile. Mina smiles with her whole face, kind of, eyes never failing to curve up into crescents and smile all teeth and a whole bunch of gum. She sports a single silver tooth, way back alongside her molars, only visible if she laughs hard enough. Easy to miss, though a definite sight for sore eyes.
She’s from Japan, the youngest of a happy family of four. Nayeon’s only seen pictures in passing, plastered in all sorts of corners at Mina’s place, but she seems very family-oriented and it’s all very endearing. Her brother's way older than her, and in the midst of pursuing some sort of athletic career in America. Her dad’s some kind of doctor that specializes in something Nayeon definitely can’t pronounce, and her mom is very pretty. Mina looks a lot like her. She’s even met Mina’s parents twice already, both times being due to terrible timing and only consisting of very brief greetings through video call, but they’re very nice people despite Nayeon’s less-than-stellar Japanese, her knowledge extending to only a couple of words here and there picked up from twenty-four whole episodes of Lucky Star. Most of the time, Nayeon is content with just listening to Mina converse with her parents although she doesn’t understand a single word they’re saying. She always looks so happy and excited whenever she does, so it’s hard not to like it. Happy and excited Mina is very likable and very cute.
She has a dog, a tiny little dachshund named Ray, whom Nayeon’s only been acquainted with through a whole four hundred picture photo album and yet again, a very, very poorly timed video call right after their usual business. A total dog person, if it wasn’t already obvious, and she’s even already dedicated her life to Nayeon’s own dog, just because she was lucky enough to come over when Nayeon was stuck with dog duty for the weekend. Needless to say, Nayeon’s dog probably likes Mina more than her now. Boooo.
A music junkie that swears by the likes of Taylor Swift (before she died, of course ) and One Direction; though her tastes are parallel to that of a sixteen-year-old girl in the deep throes of her teenage era, she still claims to be a lover of all kinds of music. But who is Nayeon to deny the existence of The Story Of Us and 18? Don’t tell Mina! A dog-eared, A1 sized poster of the archetypal boy band still hangs proudly on one of her walls, though a bit lopsided — a tasteless choice in decor, perhaps. It serves its purpose in being one of Nayeon’s most favorite things to complain about ever; it’s very unnerving and all sorts of awkward, especially when she’s, ahem, busy going down to town on Mina, and always somehow manages to get a whole eyeful of five grinning, unknowing faces from simpler times in the midst of it all. Oh, the absolute horror.
Then, the tiny things:
Mina takes her coffee with two sugars and four creams, nothing more and nothing less. Nayeon learns through trial and error and a flurry of entirely wrong orders, learns that Mina’s not the biggest fan of iced coffee though sometimes she has cravings for an iced caramel macchiato. Likes her coffee with a croissant on the side, maybe a breakfast bagel if she’s feeling indulgent.
She always ties her shoes right, then left. Dots her i’s with hearts. Likes to bump shoulders when walking like some deviation of footsies. Prefers vanilla over chocolate. Pineapple on her pizza.
An egregious drunk that always thinks Nayeon is her ex (and she’s seen her ex; Nayeon is offended that Mina, sober or not, thinks she’s even that short) and won’t take no for an answer. Forces her to come pick her up from whatever shady ass nightclub her dance hall friends make her go to and then seemingly loses her ability to walk all in one go, which always results in Nayeon piggybacking her all the way back home. Proceeds to projectile puke all over her favorite potted plant and refuses to let Nayeon go back home until she gets to kiss her knight in dirty Vans goodbye, vomit-breath and everything.
Mina plays the ukulele, nothing short of impressive. Though whenever prompted to play, after a teeny tiny bit of badgering, the only bars she strums are from Mraz's I'm Yours. Sometimes Can’t Help Falling In Love if she feels like it. Both of them love songs, she notes, and doesn’t miss the way Mina hums the lyrics like they’re for someone.
A splattering of moles take their place all across Mina’s face — like a constellation of sorts — and Nayeon’s found recent enjoyment in tracing them, albeit clumsily, when she just so happens to wake before Mina does. Which, when paired with Nayeon’s propensity to attempt to count them every single time but only ends up jostling Mina awake, makes for a pretty funky sleep schedule. To this day, she doesn’t know how many there are, but she supposes it doesn’t matter, not when Mina merely swats her hands away, kisses her soundly, and tells her not to worry about it, very much so sleepy-voiced and all.
She finds out this one a lot later, when Mina saunters in through the door, wearing the same exact hoodie Nayeon was looking for all week. In the end, she doesn’t say anything, doesn’t really want to either since she’s granted the sight of Mina in her oversized hoodie that’s at least a size too big for her, and just lets Mina cuddle up against her almost the entire night and then leave with it once again. Oh well, it looks cuter on Mina anyway. Soon after, more and more of her clothes start going missing, only to show up several days later on Mina. She doesn’t really mind it, not really, not when Mina somehow manages to look absolutely cuter in everything that Nayeon thought looked the cutest on herself. A habit for stealing only her clothes, Nayeon deems it, but Mina refutes it every single time she brings it up offhandedly, saying something along the lines of all her shirts being comfortable enough to need to join her collection of weekend wear ASAP.
It’s the big things and the tiny things, the things that everyone knows and the things that nobody else but her knows. The things that come in seconds and the things that come with time. It’s the things that are all Mina, the things that don’t fail to go unnoticed by Nayeon, who nowadays obligates almost everything about Mina to memory. No reason why, just does.
The feeling in her stomach returns. Nayeon ignores it.
-
“Are you… you know … with other people?”
Nayeon doesn’t even know why she asks. They don’t talk about this kind of stuff, and Nayeon doesn’t have any right to be asking, really. It’s not like it’s any of her business either, but she just— she doesn’t know— she just lets her mouth run before she thinks and now she’s here, currently half-naked atop her bed, with Mina in the middle of stripping off her own shorts— oh, and her bra too.
It’s been at the back of her mind for a while now, she supposes, which is probably why she went ahead and dropped the dumbest question out of all the dumb questions she has in the back of her head. Mina? Super-hot-and-super-cute-and-super-great-in-bed-Mina? Sleeping with other people? Very likely. She doesn’t even know why she wants to know — just knows well enough that the answer, a very probable, smack-in-the-face yes — nor why it should matter to her if Mina is. Mina’s her own person and she can do her own thing. It’s not like they’re bound to each other just because yeah, they bang a lot and make out with each other regularly and sleep at each other’s places almost all the time and everyone always thinks they’re dating or something ridiculous like that. It’s not like she cares if she is or not.
(… Right? )
Mina looks amused, like she has some snark on the tip of her tongue ready for her, but she seems to decide against it. Nayeon shifts uncomfortably under her gaze, not even sure why she does. “No, Nayeon. I’m not. You’re the only one.”
Oh my god. Nayeon literally feels the wave of relief wash through her for no reason whatsoever, and she even lets go of the breath she didn’t know she was holding. Her gaze, however, focuses in on Mina’s tits, just because they’re nice as hell, but also to keep herself grounded and away from accidentally slipping up. Mina tuts, only tells her that her eyes are up above.
“Oh,” Nayeon says lamely, a little hurriedly, and she can’t help but feel like this just took a turn for the worse and got entirely a lot more awkward than she thought it would’ve. Though it is anything but . Okay, so she’s not sleeping with anyone else — which is great, super great — but now what? “ Oh, well, that’s— that’s… good. I— I don’t wanna, like, catch something, you know? Like that kind of stuff happens when you’re… uh, y’know , with other people… too.”
Mina, however, cracks a smile and there’s something that glimmers in her eyes, like she knows something Nayeon doesn’t. “Are you? ”
“N-No,” Nayeon barely manages, suddenly shy for whatever reason. Mina takes it in with stride, laugh pretty as she crawls closer, arms finding their way around her neck as she moves to settle in her lap comfortably. “Just you.”
Something deep inside her chest shifts. Does this… mean something? Or anything? It shouldn’t, right? Mina happens to not be sleeping with anyone else at the moment, and Nayeon just so happens to be doing the same. It’s not her fault she’s a picky person, nor does she find pride in upping her body count weekly. It’s just a total coincidence. Nothing unusual about that.
“Just me?” Mina doesn’t give her the chance to reply, already leaning in to close the distance between them. It’s brief, a couple kisses exchanged here and there, and thankfully, it does its job in quelling the tremble underneath Nayeon’s ribs. If anything, Mina looks somewhat relieved as well, though she’s so, so much better at managing it than Nayeon will ever be. “ Good ."
-
“So… let me get this straight. Okay, maybe not straight since you’re obviously no— okay, never mind. You’re telling me you’re... not dating Mina?”
“I told you already! We aren’t!” Nayeon leans back against her pillows, almost completely sinking into them.
Jeongyeon sends her a look, completely unconvinced. “Are you sure? I mean, it’s okay if you guys are, like it’s great that you’re finally settling down since Jen—“
“—but we aren’t,” Nayeon affirms, cutting Jeongyeon off before she can start opening up the things that Nayeon desperately wants to keep closed. “Why do you keep thinking that? I told you before we were just having fun. Nothing else.”
“It just,” Jeongyeon says, toying with the bouncy ball she plucks off of Nayeon’s desk. “I don’t know, it just always seems like you guys are? For starters, either she’s always here or you’re always at her place. She has a key, Nayeon. I’ve known you since you were eight years old and still wetting your bed and I don't even have keys! She even has her own mug here!”
“And? "
“And what I’m saying is,” Jeongyeon sighs, “you guys do all the things people do when they’re dating. It’s kind of hard not to assume?”
“I told you, Jeongyeon,” and Nayeon seems like she doesn’t want to talk about this anymore, attempting to chuck one of her many pillows at Jeongyeon, “we’re just fucking! Not dating! None of that stupid shit! How hard is that to understand?”
Jeongyeon dodges the pillow easily and ignores her completely. “Do you like Mina?”
She sends a pillow flying smack dab in the middle of Jeongyeon’s face.
-
Jeongyeon, a certified asshole of a best friend, doesn’t leave until she forces Nayeon to order fried chicken and beer. She doesn’t question her about Mina anymore for the remainder of the night, but Nayeon knows she still wants to drill some useless shit into her head about her dubious “relations” with Mina. Jeongyeon’s always been a lot more level-headed than her, the “I told you so” to her “nothing will go wrong,” and definitely way more responsible than she’ll ever be in her entire life, so perhaps her concerns aren’t as farfetched as Nayeon thinks they are but still — Nayeon is a grown ass adult. She knows what she’s doing (most of the time) even though it always seems like she doesn’t so she definitely doesn’t need Jeongyeon questioning her about the logistics of her relationship with Mina. She’s got this all under control, no worries.
“Think about it,” is all Jeongyeon says before she leaves, hugging a box of leftover chicken and already red-faced from a couple cans of beer.
What the hell. What is that even supposed to mean?! Think about what? Jeongyeon’s super vague words make no sense at all, and she decides not to worry about it because Jeongyeon was halfway to being drunk anyway so she probably didn’t know what she was saying either.
Her thoughts, although very much scattered and hazy, go as fast as they come, and Nayeon forgoes chasing them back when her phone lights up — a snap from Mina — and she suddenly feels warm all over.
It’s definitely from the alcohol and not the photo Mina sends, a blurry selfie with a terribly drawn stick figure beside her in bed that’s supposed to be her, apparently, if the added bunny teeth and the “u” scrawled above was anything to go by. The caption is a simple “cold >:(“ and it’s very ironic because Nayeon feels anything but.
So instead of thinking about whatever the hell Jeongyeon said, Nayeon decides to think about Mina. Thinking about Mina is nice. It’s always nice, and it’s great because Mina makes Nayeon feels good and warm all the damn time and it’s a feeling she just can’t miss nowadays.
Yup, totally under control.
-
It’s only when she’s tucked herself into bed, six snaps later and heart beating like a staccato under her ribs alongside the remnants of alcohol in her veins, does she finally realize what Jeongyeon had meant:
Do you like Mina?
Oh.
Oh.
Totally not under control.
-
Although it probably wasn’t her intention, Jeongyeon is successful in being a total douchebag and keeping her awake almost all night.
Though she isn’t sure which is more concerning:
Her best friend probably has some sort of agenda against her, her body might malfunction any minute now from the very unhealthy lack of sleep, or that she, no matter how much she puts her mind to it, has absolutely no answer for the very question that has plagued her mind ever since it was first uttered.
Do you like Mina?
-
Do you like Mina? Do you like Mina? Do you like Mina? Do you like Mina?
No! Wait, yes? No… yes… uh, yes! No! …Maybe? Yes, no, maybe?
-
Oh god. This is definitely not something Nayeon wants to deal with. Not now, not ever. She’ll deny from hell and back that she does not like Mina, though there is possibly no otherworldly explanation for the tremor in her heart and the onslaught of jelly in her stomach whenever she merely thinks of the girl! Plus, the prospect of developing actual feelings for someone who only agreed to be in her life for the sole reason of fun and sex? Nayeon prefers her life to not be a cliché, two-star romcom, thank you very much.
So what that they kiss and fuck and do all the things that only girlfriends do? So what? It doesn’t mean they’re dating. It just means that Nayeon likes to kiss and fuck and do girlfriend-y things with another girl that also happens to enjoy doing the same thing. That’s nothing. It’s anything bu t a relationship.
And that’s the whole thing about this:
It’s not a relationship, it’s convenience.
Mina just happens to conveniently be there, whether it’s just to fuck or eat pizza with or bother for attention while she’s in the middle of doing her homework. Nayeon also happens to conveniently be there for Mina for the exact same reasons as well. That’s just kind of how it’s been ever since they’ve set foot into each other’s lives, and who is Nayeon to question the laws that the universe already set out for them?
They’re comfortable where they are right now. There is definitely no need to go around fucking things up just because oh, well, maybe Nayeon might actually like like Mina and could possibly singlehandedly ruin the only good thing going on in her life right now with one wrong move. Like hell she will!
So:
Nah, Nayeon doesn’t like Mina. Nope, not at all.
-
Anyways,
It’s not like the mere sight of Mina makes all her blood rush to her head and the butterflies settle somewhere deep in the back of her chest. It’s not like Mina's smile makes Nayeon’s heart all jumpy and her stomach wants to implode with how much she feels in that singular second.
It’s not like she sometimes thinks that Mina would make a pretty good girlfriend to whatever lucky bastard gets her in the future. It’s not like she thinks that it’d suck when that does inevitably happen, that sometimes she can’t even imagine Mina being with someone else (that isn’t her). It’s not like she’s jealous when she happens to see Mina with other people — the kinds that stick too close to be considered just friends — on campus and all of a sudden her stomach flips in on itself and she feels sick. It’s not like Mina’s the first thing on her mind when it comes to anything , whether she’s the first person Nayeon tells that she totally bombed that statistics exam or that she’s the first and last person to text every day. The one that gets all the good mornings and good nights. It’s not like she thinks no one can compare to Mina, not even her ex-girlfriend of a whopping two years, whom Nayeon even barely thinks about these days.
It’s not like there’s always an unsettling feeling that digs itself deep into her stomach, that makes her want to keep Mina here, right by her side, and nowhere else. It’s not like she wakes up and feels that same kind of warmth she’s been feeling all the time these days when she sees Mina right next to her, still deep in slumber despite the sunlight that bleeds through the cracks in the blinds and spills across her skin, and thinks that yeah, this is it, this is right where she belongs, this is exactly where she needs to be.
It’s not like she likes Mina.
-
Fuck.
-
Nayeon can deny all she wants, as many goddamn times as she wants, but everything ends up going to shit anyway because it all turns out to be the biggest lie she’s ever told in her entire life because now she can’t imagine an answer that isn’t anything but this:
Do you like Mina?
Yes.
-
Okay, okay, okay. Okay. Back this up.
Oooookay, so maybe she does like Mina.
You know what, screw the maybe.
She likes Mina. A lot. A fuck ton. A lot times a thousand!
Great! Nayeon’s finally acting like her actual age and coming to terms with possibly the nastiest thing on earth — feelings — and holy shit, she likes Myoui Mina. Likes likes her!
Nice. This will totally not work out.