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And that’s how Mingi finds herself three fingers deep in her best friend exactly one month later.
“Fuck, Min–”
They aren’t recording anything right now, which Mingi figures is why Yunho feels comfortable enough to say her name. Usually they’re both fairly quiet for the camera. Mingi has always assumed that it’s because Yunho didn’t want to expose who either of them really are, but a smaller, more sinister part of her sometimes wonders if it’s because of something worse. Something along the lines of being embarrassed of their… friendship? Situationship?
And it hasn’t helped that whatever fuzzy feelings Mingi had been harbouring have only grown tenfold in the past month. With every video or audio file, she finds herself sinking further and further into a pit of Yunho Yunho Yunho. She doesn’t look for others at parties, doesn’t take anyone home after a night of drinking, doesn’t even open any of the dating apps that once blew up her phone. Only Yunho.
Only Yunho hasn’t indicated that this is anything more than friends helping each other out, and she’ll often try to treat Mingi in return after their sexual escapades; whether that be via dinner the next night, or going out somewhere, or giving her a gift. It feels grossly transactional.
But that isn’t important right now. What’s important is the way Yunho arches her back when Mingi finally takes the light purple dildo and eases the head into her.
The plan was simple. Yunho had bought a new toy - one much larger than the ones Mingi usually helped her with - and wanted to try it out for future content. Mingi hadn’t offered to work her up to using it so much as (embarrassingly) verbally flung herself at Yunho for the chance. Thankfully, Yunho had enthusiastically agreed, not even noticing the eagerness the other girl had.
Mingi’s hand hesitates, not quite pushing it further into her; half-tempted to make this moment last. Yunho lets out a needy whine which then quickly turns into a gasp when Mingi thrusts it in further, angling it just right. This was her favourite part. Sure, it was great being on the receiving end, although rare, but seeing Yunho flushed and overwhelmed was indescribable. To see her moaning Mingi’s name? Priceless.
Two shuddering orgasms later, and Mingi is flopping herself onto the bed beside Yunho. Somehow she’s also out of breath but in the best way.
It’s strangely quiet, the sounds of their panting filling up the space in the room. That is, until Yunho’s voice rings out, “do you want to go swimming?”
A surprised laugh escapes Mingi’s lips before she can swallow it back down. “What?”
She shrugs, still staring at the ceiling. “We should. I can drive us down to the school gym.”
“It’s after midnight. The pool isn’t even open.”
She smiles, reaching a hand out to play with Mingi’s hair. “San gave me the key code yesterday.”
Still running on the high of seeing Yunho come not once, but twice, she rolls over until she can straddle the other’s waist. Yunho gives zero resistance when she grabs her hands and pins them down to the mattress. “Was this your plan all along, Jeong? Have me get you off and then take me swimming? And what about–” she tilts her head to the desk were the other dildo sits, “that?”
“We can try again tomorrow,” Yunho grins up at her. “I’d rather see you in a bikini anyway.”
It takes all of her self control not to kiss her right then and there. But that isn’t a line they’ve crossed yet. Which leaves Mingi staring at Yunho with flushed cheeks and the urge to scream. Is this flirting? Is this what it’s like to love your best friend? Who can be sure.
***
“Are you sure we’re allowed to be here?”
Yunho hums as she inputs the code into the lock. “San told me that, as long as we clean up after ourselves, it’ll be fine.”
Still, Mingi can’t help but bite her lip. “I can’t believe you bribed her into letting us in.”
“What else is being the swim team captain good for?”
Mingi was… still hesitant, to say the least. It isn’t like she’s going to jump the other girl’s bones the second she sees some skin, but everything still feels heightened from an hour ago. A little sharper, a little harder to tell what she’s reading into too much. Like the way Yunho held her hand on the drive here, or how she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear in the hallway.
“You coming?”
Mingi blinks, quickly realizing that Yunho is staring at her from the other side of the doorway.
“Yeah, sorry,” she mutters, throwing her towel over her shoulder.
The pool water is pleasantly warm. It’s too bad that Mingi has to find that out by Yunho splashing her when she jumps in.
Settling against the edge of the pool, she hesitates, not quite ready to jump in fully. Something feels wrong. There’s a pressure in her chest that’s only grown since the car ride here. Something that makes her eyes prickle if she thinks too hard. Because if she really, truly thinks about it… Yunho has no idea that Mingi wants her. She doesn’t know just how much she’s been enjoying the past two months. And if she did know, she’d probably put a stop to things altogether. Because that would be weird.
Warm hands reach out under the water searching for Mingi’s rounded hips, tugging her closer when they find them. “What’s wrong, Min?”
“I don’t think I can help you film anymore.” She rushes out the words in one breath as if that will lighten the blow.
“Oh,” Yunho frowns, “did I do something wrong?”
“No! No, I just–” she sighs, burying her face in her hands. She can feel thumbs rubbing small circles into her skin and it’s too much. All of this is too much. She never should have said yes to begin with. “It’s getting confusing.”
“What is?”
“Us.”
“Us.” Yunho’s hands drop and Mingi immediately wants to press forward for more comfort. How did they go from such a great night to this?
“Sometimes I feel like this whole situation isn’t fair. Like we’re on uneven ground.”
Something close to recognition lights up in Yunho’s eyes. Something deep in Mingi cracks, her chest left feeling like it’s going to collapse.
“... You think I’m taking advantage of you.” It’s just a whisper yet it somehow echoes throughout the entire natatorium. When Mingi looks up, Yunho’s eyes are glittering, reflecting the water they’re both submerged in.
“What? No!”
“Then what?”
“I… I like you, Yunho!” She finally hisses, too panicked by the thought of making the other girl cry for subtleties. “If anything, I’m taking advantage of you-”
The next thing she knows, Yunho’s lips are crashing into hers.
It’s hard, soft lips mixing with harsh teeth and then Mingi’s head is floating somewhere above them. It tastes sweet, like strawberry gum and a hint of chlorine. Mingi wraps her hands around Yunho’s neck to steady the kiss, to deepen it, only suddenly Yunho crowds her into the wall of the pool. The tiled concrete digs into her back, but she ignores it in favour of reaching a palm up so it can tangle in the other girl’s wet hair.
They’re both panting when Yunho finally pulls back, and Mingi can’t stop herself from leaning forward.
“You’re not taking advantage of me,” Yunho breathes, her eyes still locked onto Mingi’s lips. “You couldn’t. Not when I’ve wanted this more than you, for longer than you.”
That short declaration finally gets the gears in Mingi’s brain turning. “Longer?”
“Since the beginning.” The words come out confidently, but Yunho’s ears have slowly turned to a shade of dark pink. “When I saw you drinking that shitty beer at Hongjoong’s house.”
Without thinking, Mingi shoves Yunho hard enough to send her a step back. “Why didn’t you say anything?”
“Mingi. I basically asked you to make porn with me. That’s pretty forward.”
Mingi stutters over a series of words that won’t make it past her throat. She’s drowning. Maybe not literally, but at least emotionally. Too submerged in her own feelings to notice Yunho stepping closer. Does this mean that this whole time… everything was real? Not just for the cameras? The breathy whispers, the moans, the way Yunho would always rush to get their clothes off as quickly as possible?
Mingi pushes a wave of water at her, leaving Yunho spluttering and wiping her eyes.
“What was that for?!”
“I think I’m in love with you.”
Slowly, Yunho inches towards her, and suddenly she’s backed up against the wall once again. “Me too.”
When they kiss this time, it’s slow. As if Yunho is trying to soak up every moment she can before they have to part. Her tongue runs across Mingi’s bottom lip, and she opens her mouth willingly. Meanwhile, Mingi is so caught up in the way their tongues slide together that she almost doesn’t notice the hand that’s sneaking between her thighs.
“W-what if someone comes in?” she mutters when Yunho’s lips make their way to the smooth line of her neck.
“Don’t care.” Yunho nips at the skin there, just enough to send electricity through Mingi’s veins. “We can let them watch, if you want.”
Mingi tilts her head with a sigh, opening her legs to offer more room. A pair of long fingers lightly trace over her bikini bottoms teasingly before slipping under the fabric. They make small motions there, circling Mingi’s clit. She curses under her breath.
“Shit,” Yunho whispers into her skin, “you sound so pretty, Min.”
The praise shoots straight through her, turning into heat at her core. “Not fair.”
Yunho hums, fingers now curling their way into Mingi and stroking slowly. “What’s wrong?”
Mingi grips at Yunho’s one-piece, pulling at the stretchy fabric near her ass and letting go harshly. “I want to see you.”
“Yeah?”
She nods back silently. Thinking back, Mingi has never seen Yunho without some article of clothing. Sure, she’s seen the array of pretty lingerie sets, but they usually stayed on. After all it wasn’t like they were having real sex. Just… getting each other off for the camera. This does feel real, though. Real enough that Mingi itches to get her hands on Yunho. To show her just how good she can be, how good she can make the other feel without any barriers.
A whimper escapes when Yunho abruptly removes her fingers. Just as she’s about to protest, Mingi has to force herself to shut her mouth because Yunho is now sliding her swimsuit straps over her tanned shoulders. The one-piece bunches at her hips revealing so much skin that Mingi doesn’t know what to do with herself.
Instead of saying something incredibly stupid, she pulls the other girl in to kiss her again. It lasts longer this time, mostly thanks to Mingi shifting until her thigh is firmly between Yunho’s. She flexes her leg and pushes down on the other’s hips until Yunho is practically grinding against her. Meanwhile, Yunho’s hands have occupied themselves by undoing the strings on Mingi’s top. When she finally has the knots undone, she carelessly places it on the edge of the pool wall.
Yunho’s mouth slowly trails back to Mingi’s neck. She bites and nips and sucks there, her hands tracing and pinching Mingi’s now hard nipples before gripping her breasts. It’s all Mingi can do to keep herself from groaning. Her hands scramble to get some sort of leverage, to touch Yunho back, but the other girl shushes her before she can get anywhere.
“Just let me, Min,” Yunho breathes, causing goosebumps to appear across Mingi’s chest. “Let me take care of you for once.”
Her mouth lowers again, this time taking her nipple into her mouth and sucking hard. A whine escapes, but all that can get through Mingi’s head is that Yunho wants this, too. Yunho wants her. The thought alone is enough to have her thrust into the hand that circles her clit, searching desperately for more friction. Already worked up from earlier, it doesn’t take long for Mingi to get close. Her arms wrap around Yunho’s waist, gripping tight as the heat in her gut builds and builds. And when she finally does come, it’s while she whines Yunho’s name into her shoulder.
She pulls back to find Yunho already watching her, her ears that familiar bright red. Except this time Mingi knows that they’re not red out of regret or embarrassment. She reaches out to tug at an earlobe lightly, fully enamored and completely ready to show it from now on.