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With how difficult the second semester of junior year is bound to get, Minjeong might as well enjoy syllabus week while she can.
A heavy course load and the responsibilities of being Chi O's president await her yet again, and there are only so many days in the academic year that she can afford to be less tightly wound.
Which probably explains her waking up next to a drooling Yu Jimin this morning when she normally would have kicked her out the night before.
Wrinkling her nose at the slobber coating her bare shoulder, Minjeong shrugs Jimin's drowsy frame off of her as she snatches her phone to silence her 7 AM alarm.
It's Wednesday. She's got constitutional law in an hour. First impressions are important, and that means Jimin needs to drag her lazy ass out of bed and leave so Minjeong can start getting ready.
Annoyingly, though, Jimin just drapes an arm across her body and pulls her closer.
"C'mon, it's sylly week," she argues, her voice groggy as she presses her lips to Minjeong's neck, prompting Minjeong to squirm a little. "Let's go back to sleep."
"How about you go back to your house?" Minjeong counters, shoving Jimin away once more. "You drooled all over me like a fucking dog."
Jimin pushes herself up slowly and wipes her mouth, grinning behind her hand.
"Must be a Pavlovin' response."
"It's Pavlovian, idiot," Minjeong corrects her, scoffing and grabbing her shirt from the floor to pull it on. "Seriously, leave. I need to shower and get dressed for class."
"...Can I eat you out before you do?"
Jesus Christ. Do the women in Alpha Phi have any class? That sorority is like a breeding ground for nymphos.
"No, you freak," Minjeong snaps, ignoring the warmth that floods into her cheeks and pointing toward the window. "Get out. Now."
Jimin groans. Slides off the bed and reaches for her jeans, staring at Minjeong as she wrangles them on.
"I don't understand why I can't just use the front door."
"Because I don't want anyone to see you."
"Your sisters definitely know we fuck," Jimin mutters, fastening the button. "You've been screaming my name since last semester."
And times like these have Minjeong wondering why she ever let that happen. She should've stayed true to her words the first time they slept together. That it was just going to be a one time thing.
But God, the things Yu Jimin does with her tongue... Talk about a real eater. Can Minjeong honestly be blamed for wanting more?
"There could be other Jimins on campus," Minjeong grumbles a bit pathetically, folding her arms over her chest.
Jimin snorts and walks to the window, cracking it open and glancing back at Minjeong as the cool air rushes in.
"If you wanna meet up later, feel free to drop by mine, princess."
Minjeong's face scrunches up in disgust at both the idea and the pet name.
"Hell no. Your room smells like dirty socks."
"The fuck?" Jimin responds, taking immediate offense as her brows knit together. "No it doesn't."
"It does," Minjeong insists. "Put an air freshener in there. Or better yet, do your laundry."
The suggestion is met with an eye roll, and Jimin flips Minjeong off before climbing out into the cold.
About half an hour into her professor boringly outlining the course, Minjeong notices an iMessage notification in the corner of her laptop screen.
She clicks on it.
It's from Jimin. There's a selfie of her in bed and she's holding up one of those plug in air fresheners.
jimin:
this one smells like eucalyptus
jimin:
i can still taste your 🐱 on my lips btw
Minjeong releases an annoyed puff of air through her nose. Must she do this right now?
minjeong:
stop texting me i'm in class ffs
Then Jimin sends another picture. The camera's flipped this time and shows her hand shoved deeply in her sweatpants.
Minjeong's eyes widen.
She exits out of the iMessage window as quickly as she can, hoping that whoever's sitting behind her didn't just catch a glimpse of Yu Jimin's utter shamelessness. The things she has to deal with with this girl.
Once class ends, she slings her backpack over her shoulder and pulls out her phone to type up a message.
minjeong:
can you ever fucking behave yourself?? i think my entire class saw that pic
jimin:
lol hope they enjoyed it
jimin:
...so have you changed your mind about coming over 🤤
Minjeong glares at the screen.
minjeong:
no. but you better be on time tomorrow so we can work on those fundraiser ideas 🙄
The Panhellenic Council is basically forcing their sororities to team up for one this semester. It isn't something Minjeong's looking forward to at all, considering the sheer laziness and lack of intelligence of Alpha Phi's leadership council, but it's completely out of her control. She can only pray that it doesn't turn out to be a total shit show.
jimin:
ya i'll be there 😒
Leaving a thumbs up reaction on the message, she slides her phone back into her pocket and starts toward her house, running into her best friend and vice president as soon as she enters, who convinces her to join her in the dining hall for some breakfast.
They snag a table and set their plates down on it, Minjeong piercing a piece of melon with her fork and taking a bite.
"So what's the deal with this fundraiser thing?" Yizhuo asks after swallowing her own mouthful. "Do we know what we're doing yet?"
"No," Minjeong answers as she cuts into a piece of omelette. "Have to meet up with that dumbass tomorrow so we can agree on something," she adds unenthusiastically.
"The dumbass you willingly sleep with?" Yizhuo teases.
Minjeong rolls her eyes and looks across the dining hall to see Jimin chatting animatedly with Aeri, Alpha Phi's vice president.
"Like you don't have a major boner for her sidekick."
"I simply admire from afar," Yizhuo reasons, shrugging. "I haven't acted on it."
Jimin catches Minjeong staring, and they hold eye contact for the briefest moment before Minjeong averts her gaze, redirecting her attention to her breakfast.
"Uh oh..." Yizhuo's voice lowers and she raises her brows. "Someone's walking over here."
As Minjeong lifts her head, she's greeted by a smirking, backwards cap wearing Jimin, standing at the edge of their table with her palms flat on the surface.
"Hey girls," she says, plucking a slice of pineapple off Minjeong's plate, immediately earning her a death glare. "How's it going?"
"It was going fine until you got here," Minjeong complains, shielding the plate away from Jimin's grubby hands.
Jimin shoves the pineapple into her mouth, speaking as she chews.
"5 o'clock at the library tomorrow, yeah?"
"Yes," Minjeong confirms, sighing noisily. "I reserved a study room."
"Sweet," Jimin grins. "Nice and private."
Minjeong finds herself blushing despite her annoyance. Jimin really has the prettiest smile. Perfect white teeth. Why couldn't she be missing some and save Minjeong the hassle of being so helplessly attracted to her?
"You can leave now, Jimin," she tells her, waving Jimin off as Yizhuo stifles a giggle.
"Right. See ya."
Jimin is twenty minutes late the following evening.
And Minjeong is seething.
They only have the room reserved for an hour and nearly half of it's already been wasted. To make it worse, Jimin's also sporting a massive hickey on her neck that she doesn't even bother to hide.
"Can you stop scowling at me like that?" Jimin asks from her spot on the floor, because of course she can't just sit on a chair like a normal person. "I said I was sorry."
"You wasted twenty fucking minutes of our time."
"It's not like this is gonna take long anyway," Jimin replies, attempting to diffuse Minjeong's irritation as she scans the sheet of fundraiser ideas they were given. "All we gotta do is pick something."
"Except you won't budge on anything that isn't a car wash."
"I wanna see all of us soaking wet and in bikinis. So what?"
Minjeong scrubs a hand over her face and groans loudly.
"We're not objectifying ourselves for cancer research. That's just disrespectful."
Jimin shrugs, chewing lightly on the eraser end of her pencil.
"Charity run?"
A scoff is quick to escape Minjeong. No way is she putting herself through unnecessary cardio. Pilates and yoga are more her forte.
"I don't run."
"You've definitely got the stamina, though," Jimin points out. "You fuck like a rabbit."
Minjeong launches her pen at Jimin and it bounces audibly off her head, Jimin cursing under her breath and proceeding to rub the area of impact.
"Ow."
"You're disgusting."
Picking up the pen, Jimin crawls to Minjeong, stopping at her feet and holding it out to her.
"And you need to lighten up for once in your life, jeez."
Minjeong snatches it from her hand, but Jimin doesn't move from her spot. She remains kneeling in front of her, much to Minjeong's confusion.
"Um, back up?"
"In a sec. Let me admire how hot you look from down here, Miss Kim," Jimin offers cheekily.
Raising her foot, Minjeong presses the toe of her shoe to Jimin's forehead, which does get the other woman to back away with a disappointed pout.
"Focus on the list."
Jimin sighs and reaches for the paper again.
"...What about this spring carnival thing?" she suggests, tapping her finger to it on the list. "We could have live music and food and a dunk tank and all that."
Minjeong supposes it isn't the worst idea. They could charge for food and admission, but calls obviously have to be made about all the equipment and materials needed while also taking their budget into account.
"I guess that's a start," Minjeong says as she pushes her list aside. "I'll look into the food and catering stuff. Can I trust you to make calls about equipment rentals? Get me some quotes by next week to see if we can actually make it happen?"
"Only if you give me a kiss."
Right. Just when Minjeong thought they were getting somewhere.
"Be serious."
"I am," Jimin responds, puckering her lips obnoxiously. "No kiss, no calls."
For fuck's sake. Yu Jimin is seriously one annoying woman.
Sliding out of her chair and onto the floor, Minjeong inches closer, the expression on her face anything but amused as she stares at her.
"I'm waiting," Jimin singsongs.
Minjeong leans in. Kisses Jimin and nips her bottom lip hard enough to draw some blood.
"Jesus, Minjeong!" Jimin hisses as she pulls back. "I didn't mean like that!"
"You wanted a kiss. You got one."
"Okay, okay," Jimin mutters, dabbing at her mouth, wincing. "Whatever... I'll make the calls."
"Good," Minjeong replies, standing up and grabbing her backpack. "Then it looks like we're done for today."
"Hey, we're throwing a party tomorrow night," Jimin informs her before she can walk out. "You gonna be there?"
Minjeong snickers.
"Probably not."
Because the last place she wants to be is at the Alpha Phi house on a Friday night. It's an absolute madhouse. Sensory overload.
"C'mon, we'd love to have a few representatives from Chi O," she urges Minjeong with a toothy grin.
"Don't count on it."
"Well, I'll keep hoping you change your mind," Jimin says, winking as she rises to her feet, then pausing for a second. "...Can I sneak in tonight?"
"Nope," Minjeong shuts her down without missing a beat. "Bye."
Minjeong lays in bed at 10 PM that Friday night viewing Instagram stories of people attending Alpha Phi's party.
Yizhuo slips into her room right as she opens another, dressed in skimpy clothing and gazing at her expectantly.
"Come to A Phi with me?" she begs, batting her lashes. "Pretty please?"
"Oh my God," Minjeong groans as she sets her phone down. "Do you not love yourself?"
"It's sylly week! I want to party!" Yizhuo whines, approaching Minjeong's bed and tugging on her arm. "Don't be such a grandma."
"Go with someone else."
Yizhuo pouts and gives her the puppy dog eyes that always seem to get her what she wants.
"Jesus, fine," Minjeong relents, rolling off her bed. "But I'm not staying long."
Giggling, Yizhuo drags Minjeong toward her dresser and helps her pick out an equally sexy outfit, one that several people can't help but do a double take at the moment they walk into Alpha Phi together.
The music drowns out whatever Yizhuo leans in to tell her, Minjeong merely nodding as if she heard before her friend disappears amongst the swarm of people. She makes her way over to the drinks table, peering into the bowl of green jungle juice skeptically.
"It's delicious, I promise!" Ryujin, the social chair of Alpha Phi, yells to her over the bass. "Made it myself!"
Minjeong resists the urge to roll her eyes and gives her a thumbs up. She pours herself a cup, abandoning the table and taking a sip, surprised that it is, in fact, delicious. She's been in college long enough to know that drinks like these are usually dangerous, but she keeps sipping on it as she moves along the house, pushing through sweaty bodies until her gaze lands on Jimin in the living room with a girl in her lap.
And all she can do is stare at the sight of them being cozy. Of the girl kissing Jimin's neck eagerly as Jimin grins with her eyes shut, looking like the most satisfied fucker in the entire universe.
No, Minjeong's not jealous. She can't possibly be. Why should she give a single fuck about Jimin screwing around with other girls? Their relationship is purely sexual, and there's no world where Minjeong would even entertain anything serious with her. The thought of that honestly makes her shudder.
Still, her nostrils flare without warning, and Minjeong takes a big gulp of jungle juice, returning to the table once the cup is empty to fill it up again.
She lets her feet guide her aimlessly as the buzz sets in, eventually ending up in an empty corridor of the house where the music is less loud, leaning against the wall for a breather.
"Hey," Jimin announces herself, pulling Minjeong out of her thoughts. "I knew I saw you."
She takes one look at Jimin and the lipstick marks on her neck and snickers.
"Had to abandon your little make out to make sure?" Minjeong wonders sarcastically.
Jimin smirks as the words register.
"Kim Minjeong," she begins, stepping up to her and placing a hand on the wall just above her head. "Are you jealous?"
Minjeong focuses on staring straight ahead, not maintaining eye contact as she feels the warmth radiating from Jimin's frame.
"No. I literally don't care about your flavors of the week."
The smirk on Jimin's lips morphs into a full on grin.
"You're so jealous."
"Shut the fuck up."
A chuckle leaves Jimin as she uses her free hand to rub her neck, trying to remove some of the lipstick.
"If it's any consolation, she isn't as pretty as you."
Obviously. Minjeong considers herself a feminist and someone who likes uplifting women, but that girl? Pretty chopped. That shade of lipstick was truly atrocious, too.
She levels the solo cup to her mouth and finishes the rest of the drink, crushing it and tossing it to the floor.
"Aren't you charming."
Jimin's tongue peeks out to lick her bottom lip, both of her hands dropping to settle on Minjeong's hips, and Minjeong doesn't swat them off of her.
"Seriously," Jimin murmurs. "You look fucking unreal tonight. I love this little crop top," she mentions, letting her fingers drag lightly across the exposed skin, goosebumps rising on Minjeong's arms at the touch.
"Thanks..." Minjeong mutters, her resolve crumbling bit by bit as Jimin leans in and starts kissing her neck.
"You wanna go upstairs?" Jimin mumbles against her skin. "I can make it up to you."
Minjeong shakes her head, biting her lip as she allows herself to melt into the attention.
"...I think I'm fine right here."
"Oh yeah?" Jimin whispers, her hand hovering over the button on Minjeong's jeans. "Here's private enough for you?"
Apparently so. It's time to take a shameless play out of Jimin's book, though Minjeong knows she's going to regret this in the morning. Chi Omega's very own president getting fucked against the wall at the Alpha Phi house. What a great example to set for the chapter.
"Mhm..."
Jimin's lips find hers instantly at the confirmation, claiming them hungrily as Minjeong kisses her back with just as much fervor, her heart thudding in her chest as Jimin undoes the button and the zipper on her jeans, fingers swiping teasingly over her panties.
Minjeong's hips buck pathetically in search of more friction, whimpering into the kiss as Jimin begins to rub her clit through the fabric.
"Jimin," she breaks the kiss to whine softly. "Fuck, can you just..."
"Yeah," Jimin gets out, immediately understanding as her fingers dip past the waistband of Minjeong's panties. "Yeah, baby, I've got you."
Baby?
Minjeong pretends she doesn't hear it and that it doesn't make her wetter, concentrating on the way Jimin's fingers finally trail along her slick folds, a moan freeing itself from her throat as two digits plunge directly into her heat.
"Oh, fuck," Jimin grunts as the wetness coats them, thrusting slowly. "Your pussy feels so good."
Minjeong tips her head back as Jimin builds a proper rhythm, the other's thumb circling her clit at the same time and making her breath stutter.
"Faster, Jimin," Minjeong begs, her voice cracking and her hips jerking. "Faster."
Jimin increases the pace and fucks her harder, kissing Minjeong roughly, tongue slipping sloppily into her mouth.
"Good girl, yeah, take it," she encourages Minjeong, resting her forehead against hers and panting as she continues. "Cum all over my fingers. Let me feel it."
How can Minjeong not be close to falling apart when Jimin talks her through it like this? Calling her a good girl as arousal drips down her thighs, the reality of how wet she is completely audible in this tiny corridor as Jimin thrusts and curls her fingers nice and deep.
"So close," Minjeong moans, the familiar sensation looming in her lower body, seconds from sweeping across her entirely. "Jimin, so close."
"That's it," Jimin kisses her again, stroking her clit almost furiously. "Let it happen. Soak my fucking fingers, baby."
Those final words are all it takes. Clenching around Jimin's fingers, Minjeong surrenders to her orgasm with a loud cry, the euphoria flooding all over as Jimin slows her thrusts. She nearly falls over until she's steadied by Jimin, collapsing into her chest.
"Easy, easy," Jimin murmurs soothingly, helping Minjeong regain her balance. "There you go."
As soon as she calms her breathing, Minjeong opens her eyes to Jimin looking at her fondly.
"That was so fucking hot," Jimin admits with sheer delight. "Holy fuck."
Minjeong's only response is to chuckle quietly. She buttons her jeans and then zips them back up, bringing a hand up to wipe a bead of sweat off her brow.
"You sure you don't wanna spend the night?" Jimin asks her. "I could make you cum like that until tomorrow morning."
While Minjeong doesn't doubt that for a second, she could really use the comfort of her own bedroom right now. A clean place to lay down and relax in as opposed to Jimin's messy one with clothes strewn everywhere. No offense.
"Maybe another time," she says, watching Jimin's jovial expression falter slightly. "I need to head back."
"Alright... That's chill, no biggie."
"Thanks for inviting me, though."
Feeling a little guilty, Minjeong cups Jimin's cheeks and inches forward to plant a kiss to her lips, which Jimin not very subtly smiles into.
"Good night," she whispers as she pats Jimin's shoulder.
"Good night."
That jungle juice must have been laced with antifreeze or something, because Minjeong can barely lift her head up the next morning.
It pounds incessantly as she tosses and turns, trying to find a position that eases the pressure to no avail, a pained groan subsequently filling the air.
This is exactly why she avoids Alpha Phi's parties like the plague. Curse Yizhuo for convincing her to tag along. And that domestic terrorist Ryujin for concocting such a hazardous substance.
Minjeong sticks her hand out for her phone on the nightstand, grasping it and glancing at the time, 11:30 AM.
Even though it's a Saturday, she feels useless for sleeping in so late and not having an earlier start to the day. She was supposed to be at pilates at 8 and now she has to spend her morning talking herself out of throwing up.
Just as she drops her phone onto the bed, it buzzes with new text messages.
jimin:
hey
jimin:
you awake??
Oh, yeah. Jimin and that late night quickie. It's unfortunately coming back to her.
Groaning again, she types.
minjeong:
regrettably
minjeong:
i feel like fucking horse shit wtf did you guys put in that jungle juice
jimin:
idk?? i'm feeling fine lol maybe ur just a lightweight
Minjeong scoffs. Jimin would feel fine. God only knows how much alcohol that woman guzzles every weekend. Surely a prayer needs to be said for her liver.
minjeong:
this is why i don't go to your stupid parties
jimin:
well wasn't last night kinda worth it though?? 😏
Minjeong's eyes flutter as she thinks about it. Jimin pinning her against that wall. Jimin kissing her neck. Jimin finger fucking her into oblivion. It was totally careless and embarrassing to engage in behavior like that out in the open, but the orgasm? That was glorious.
minjeong:
🙄
jimin:
😄
minjeong:
not worth all this suffering i'm afraid
jimin:
can i bring you anything?
She bites her lip. Her heart does a weird thing in her chest she tries to ignore.
minjeong:
...maybe like a gatorade
jimin:
what flavor
minjeong:
the lemon lime one
jimin:
ok. leave your window unlocked
With what little strength she can muster, Minjeong forces herself out of bed and trudges to the window, unlocking and cracking it open a bit. She walks back to her bed and falls onto it, grabbing her pillow and holding it beneath her chin.
Half an hour later, Jimin shows up. The bottle of Gatorade is tucked under her arm and her fingers are gripping a greasy brown bag. She pushes the window open fully and climbs in.
Minjeong sits upright, her nose scrunching at the smell emanating from the bag as Jimin approaches her bed.
"I got you the greasiest bacon egg and cheese from the bagel place," Jimin declares cheerily, setting the plastic bottle on the nightstand beside Minjeong, as well as the bag.
Minjeong's stomach lurches sickeningly. All she wanted was the Gatorade, not a fucking bacon egg and cheese.
Jimin's brows knit in concern as Minjeong covers her mouth and gags, and Minjeong sprints to the bathroom adjoined to her room, retching loudly into the toilet.
Scurrying after her, Jimin kneels behind Minjeong and holds her hair to prevent the vomit from splashing into it.
"I said only Gatorade, you dumbfuck!" Minjeong rasps out, heaving into the toilet once more.
Jimin starts rubbing her back with her other hand.
"My bad!" she apologizes, peeking over Minjeong's shoulder, her eyes widening. "Whoa, Minjeong, your puke looks like slime."
Minjeong elbows Jimin hard in the chest and sends the woman toppling over in pain, emptying the remains of her stomach and slouching weakly against the toilet once there isn't anything left to throw up.
Straightening up from the floor, Jimin clutches her aching breast and moves closer to Minjeong, flushing the toilet for her.
"Come on... Let me get you to bed."
There's no argument on Minjeong's end as Jimin helps her up, guiding her back into the room and onto her bed. She props a pillow to support Minjeong's back before hopping on the other side, reaching for the Gatorade and twisting the cap.
"Here, take a sip," Jimin insists, waving the bottle in front of her mouth. "Small one."
Minjeong mumbles an expletive but does as she's told. Swallows it ever so cautiously so she doesn't throw it back up.
"Good," Jimin utters with a gentle smile, sweeping some hair away from Minjeong's forehead, which Minjeong has to admit feels rather soothing and nice. "Sorry, I didn't mean to make you blow chunks..."
Let's be real, Minjeong was probably going to puke at some point. The scent of the food just sped up the inevitable.
"Whatever, Jimin," she replies, brushing off the apology and closing her eyes as Jimin rubs her scalp. "...Keep doing that."
"You like it?"
"Mhm."
"...Can I eat the bagel?" Jimin wonders after a few minutes.
Minjeong snorts softly.
"Yeah, go ahead."