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Hyunjin doesn’t know shit about makeup. Never cared to try as a kid, never bothered as a teen, but now? Eyeliner may just be what they need to really tie in their aesthetic.
Ring!
They enter the makeup store, blinded by the fluorescent lights above. They wander aimlessly, giving the girl at the counter a quick glance, then two, then— oh fuck, she’s beautiful. Dressed up in all pink, Neapolitan hair tied into a half up style, makeup flawless, Hyunjin may just believe in love at first sight. “Is there anything I can help you with?” She asks, voice smooth like honey. She’s definitely a femme lesbian, Hyunjin thinks. Right?
She looks the part. That or Hyunjin is just hopeful. Surely she is. Hyunjin doesn’t know anyone that isn’t a femme that would dress the way this girl does. A larger than life display of femininity.
Hyunjin fumbles their words, “o-oh— uh, e-eyeliner?” Nailed it.
“Yeah! What kind are you trying to find? Like a brush or crayon…”
“Whatever’s easier. Sorry I’ve never— I don’t know what I’m doing.”
The girl smiles, “shopping for a girlfriend or something? Happens all the time. Even myself in the past.”
So she’s had a girlfriend. Maybe she’s bisexual? Hyunjin feels lost trying to figure her out whilst maintaining conversation with her.
“O-Oh no, I’m single, um, I’m shopping for myself, actually. I just want something that can look kind of messy. Like a kind of 2000s smudged eyeliner look.”
“Ah, I see,” the girl looks rather pleased to hear that Hyunjin is single. They smile sheepishly as they follow her, “I think the crayon would work best for that, do you know how to apply it? We have little stations in the back where I could show you how to apply it if you’d like.”
Hyunjin’s head dips down in a nod, “that would be very helpful I think.” They follow the girl into the back and sit down at the vanity mirror.
“So, what’s your name? You look like a walking Pierce the Veil song— those tattoos are crazy.”
“T-Thank you. A-And it’s Hyunjin.” They’re sure she’s talking about the snake around their hand. Or the shattered glass heart on the side of their throat. Those two are typically the most praised of the bunch. The rest is simple patchwork in a messy doodle style.
“Of course,” she says like it’s obvious that she would have complimented Hyunjin, “that’s cute. My name is Minhee. So what I’m going to do is start with some baby wings if you wanna shut your eyes for me— little bit lighter— perfect.”
Hyunjin lets their eyes rest shut, trying their hardest not to flinch or twitch whenever Minhee touches them. It’s hard not to, but Minhee reassures that they’re doing good— pretty much talking them through it and Hyunjin has to pretend to be normal about it. She coos at the tiny growls they let out while she applies the eyeliner to their waterline.
It doesn’t take Minhee long to finish Hyunjin’s eyeliner and when she’s finished, she turns Hyunjin to the mirror with a proud smile, “how is that?”
Exactly what Hyunjin envisioned. “That’s perfect. Literally exactly what I was looking for, thank you,” Hyunjin leans closer to the mirror to better observe her work.
“You’re very welcome,” Minhee’s smile widens, “if you want,” she says while grabbing a sheet of test paper and begins scribbling her number down, “in case you need help again.” She holds it out to Hyunjin. “And because you’re cute.”
Hyunjin smiles dumbly and takes the slip of paper, “th-thank you. I will definitely reach out if I need any pointers. How much is the eyeliner?”
“On me. As long as you promise to text me.” Minhee’s smile never feigns.
“I will text you when I get home,” Hyunjin promises with a tiny nod and gets up out of the chair. “Well, it was nice meeting you, Minhee.”
Minhee’s smile widens once more as she shakes Hyunjin’s hand, “you too Hyunjin. I hope you have a good rest of your day.”
Hyunjin smiles dumbly as they leave the makeup store and they immediately whip their phone out, shoot Minhee a quick text, then calls their best friend, Pixie. “Dude.”
“What’s up butchtwink?”
“Dude, the gayest thing just happened to me.” Hyunjin says while wandering around the University Square.
“Huge. What happened?”
“So I went to get my eyeliner right. I went in there looking so dumb, okay, and this beautiful femme was working and she helped me out, and get this.”
“Okay breathe, you’re rambling, but go on.”
“She did my eyeliner.”
“Holy shit.”
“Right! And she was so gentle about it and talked me through it and then after she gave me her number and the eyeliner for free.”
“Did you text her? Dude, that’s actually crazy. You haven’t gotten any bitches in like, so long. And you didn’t even have to make the first move.”
“Neither have you, so don’t start. But like— oh my god, she’s so—“ Hyunjin groans loudly and pinches the bridge of their nose, “literally my type. She has neapolitan hair and is like, super pinky and cute. She’s so hot.”
“Don’t start imagining a future together already.”
“I’m not! I’d just definitely kiss her a whole lot.”
“Right. Well I gotta go, I have a late class today. Make sure to text her and let her know you’re interested in her. Good luck, love you.”
“Love you, Pix.” Hyunjin hangs the phone up and laughs to themselves. They go to the Chipotle nearby to get dinner, not quite feeling like cooking and it’s literally right there. Why not. They text Minhee while they wait for their turn, exchanging information about themselves and chatting about their day.
Hyunjin can’t help but smile like an idiot the entire time. Butterflies flutter around in their stomach. Shutting their phone off to order feels like they’re murdering those butterflies. They reassure themselves that Minhee can wait while they order their dinner and walk home. Their walk home isn’t too far, about ten minutes, and once they arrive, they prop their phone up to text Minhee while they eat.
Waiting for Minhee to reply is the most excitement Hyunjin has had in quite some time, save for their nights out with Pixie on the weekends when she has a rave to DJ for. Every time her name pops up their heart jumps and begins to race with anticipation.
Learning about Minhee is fun— she’s a year and a grade above Hyunjin studying cosmetology, loves to go out to bars and clubs, even raves! She has three cats and lives on her own. And Hyunjin was right, she’s a femme.
Every bit of free time Hyunjin has is spent texting Minhee. While they ate, during homework, before and after taking a shower and winding down for the night, all the way up until bedtime. Hyunjin stays up late to talk to her until she yells at them to go to sleep.
Hyunjin sleeps soundly that night. The first thing they do is shoot Minhee a good morning text before going on with their morning routine. Until Minhee FaceTimes them. “Oh— hi— I don’t have a shirt on right now.” They keep their camera mostly on their face.
“Oh I don’t care. If you wanna put one on go for it, but if not it doesn’t bother me.”
Hyunjin hesitantly props their phone up, a little shy at their entire body being exposed but it doesn’t bug them. Maybe Minhee will like their tattoos. “Anyway, good morning.”
“Good morning, pretty. Whatcha doing?”
Hyunjin’s heart jumps. She thinks they’re pretty. “Making coffee and breakfast. Gonna make some eggs and toast,” they say while grabbing everything they need out of the fridge and cupboards.
“Sounds yummy. I’m jealous.” Minhee looks cute when she’s still tired like this. Rubbing her eyes and yawning so widely with her sleepy voice. It’s soft, but a bit raspy on the edges.
“Are you gonna make anything?”
“I’m gonna do pancakes. I ran out of eggs.”
“Boo,” Hyunjin says while cracking an egg onto the pan, and then a second one. They pour their cold brew mix into the glass cup already filled with ice then add a tiny bit of oatmilk and creamer before taking a sip, “thank god a gay person made this.”
Minhee laughs, “that was good.”
“I try,” Hyunjin proudly smiles and returns to their pan of eggs, “man, I don’t want to go to class today.”
“Skip. What do you even do for a photography class anyway?”
“A lot of projects, mostly. Portfolio building.” Hyunjin folds their eggs over and places the bacon on the now empty spot. “I’m just counting down to get my degree so I can focus on working full time with that company I mentioned.”
“Yeah, I remember that. You can do it though.” Hyunjin can hear Minhee shuffling around on the other end.
They take another sip of their coffee, “I gotta ask, how long does it take you to usually get ready?”
“Rude. Like, forty five minutes at most. I’ve gotten good at doing my makeup so it doesn’t take long. It’s mostly the hair and outfit picking.”
“What’s today’s outfit?”
“I haven’t decided yet.” She blinks at Hyunjin.
“Right. You just said that. I’m the same way, honestly. I just pick shit out of my closet and hope it looks good.”
“You always look good I’m sure.” Minhee is cooking now right as Hyunjin is wrapping up.
Hyunjin laughs dryly, “I’ll let you be the judge of that.”
“You look good right now. All your tattoos on display like that. Mmh!” Minhee growls like a cat, “femme bait right there.”
“And it seems you got baited.” They laugh again.
“I think so. I really like your tattoos— the patchwork is so cool.”
They stick their tongue out, “I have scissors by my hip bone, too.”
“Hot.” Minhee licks their lips as Hyunjin flashes it to her.
They spend the rest of their time getting ready for the day on the phone, talking mindlessly about whatever comes into their minds first. Hyunjin likes it. Quite a bit. Likes listening to Minhee’s honey dripping voice instructing them on how to do their eyeliner. Likes watching her get ready and do her hair and makeup. Maybe they like her already. Just a little bit.
Hyunjin doesn’t know what to make of it though. Is she supposed to be a friend? Someone they’re feeling out to possibly date? They don’t know. Oddly, they like the mystery of her. She gave her number for a reason and now they get to decipher what it means.
They walk to Pixie’s house once they’re done on the phone with Minhee to walk to class like they always do. “Pixiestick!” They hug the smaller girl with a grin.
She has her black and blonde hair done up in low pigtails today. Light grungey makeup like normal. They could have asked Pixie how to do their makeup, but they wanted to give it a shot on their own. Good thing they did.
“Hi Hyune, good morning,” she hugs back just as tight. “So? How are you and miss girl?”
“She called me this morning. Watched me do all my morning shit. Helped me do my eyeliner.”
“Oh cute! It looks… decent. Not bad but I can tell it’s your first time doing it yourself.”
Hyunjin sighs, “that’s fair. I can see it.”
“Good for your first time though.” She waits for Hyunjin to open the door for her before passing through, sighing at the warmth of the sun beating down on her. “You like her already?”
“Ugh, I think so. I can’t tell if she wants to be friends or if we’re feeling each other out though.”
Pixie snorts, “feeling each other out. She wants to fuck you, come on. Who asks for someone’s number while they’re working?”
“Well—“
“Well nothing. She wants you. You guys are feeling each other out. You know she’s gay, she made the first move, called you, and literally did your makeup. That’s very intimate.”
“So she’s not just being nice?”
“God you’re such a butch,” she mumbles, “no, she’s not just being nice.”
It’s quite reassuring. Hyunjin isn’t crazy for already having a tiny crush on her.
Throughout the day they text her whenever they have the time. It isn’t much due to having a bigger workload today, but they manage. Minhee asks to get lunch together about an hour before their class is over and Hyunjin happily agrees.
They meet her down in the lobby and Minhee hugs them with a smile, “hi Hyune.”
“Hi lovely,” Hyunjin hugs back, smiling wider. “How’s class?”
“Boring. You?”
“Me too. Had a lot of shit I had to do.”
“Work up an appetite then?”
“Definitely.”
They go off campus to a little cafe to eat. Minhee’s pick. It’s cute and cozy inside, soft music filling the welcoming atmosphere. Hyunjin gets a matcha and a sandwich and Minhee gets a coffee and a grilled sandwich. She beats them to the card reader. “Hey!”
Minhee tilts her head, “what? I asked you out, right?”
“Yeah, but I wanted to pay.” Hyunjin frowns.
She smiles, “be quicker, then.”
“Next time,” they sip their matcha.
“Random question,” Minhee sips her coffee, “and if I’m overstepping please tell me.”
Hyunjin tilts their head, “what’s up?”
“Are you trans?”
They nearly choke on their drink. Damn, it’s that obvious? “How’d you know?”
“You have t-voice. How long have you been on it?”
“Like, just about a year now.”
Minhee stirs her coffee, “do you like it?”
“Love it. Next thing I need to do is cut my hair again.” Hyunjin motions to their shoulder length waves of hair, “I wanna rock a little spiky mullet but I’m nervous.”
“I could cut it for you.”
“Would you?”
“I need more experience cutting hair. I’m pretty good with it, though. I’ve cut a couple of butch’s hair before. Some mullets.” Minhee smiles, “if you felt comfortable with it I would totally do it.”
“I think I’d really like that.”
Minhee’s smile widens, “I’d absolutely do that. How long have you been planning it?”
“Couple months now,” Hyunjin says after swallowing down their bite of food, “I’ve been trying to be more butch-y and I think a haircut might really do it.”
“You don’t need short hair to be a butch. I clocked you as one as soon as I saw you. But if that would make you more comfortable then I say do it.”
Hyunjin loses themselves in conversation with Minhee, listening to that sweet voice talk about whatever, primarily her three cats. Hyunjin doesn’t mind listening to her, loves it even. She loves her cats so much it’s adorable.
An hour flashes by in a blink and suddenly they’re on their way back to campus. “Do you have any plans this weekend?” Minhee asks.
“No, I’m not doing anything.” Hyunjin shrugs. “What’s up?”
“Would you wanna come to the club with me? The lesbian one? It’s like maybe a ten minute walk from my place.”
Hyunjin tosses their hair from their face, “that sounds fun. What time?”
“We could meet there at ten? Does that sound okay?”
“That sounds great,” they smile.
The rest of the day is spent talking to and thinking about Minhee. They plan to do their hair tomorrow afternoon and excited is an understatement. They’ve always known something was a little off with their gender but was never able to put their finger on it until about two years ago when they learned more about lesbian identities alongside Pixie. Pixie realized she may be a femme, and Hyunjin, a butch.
It felt right until the dysphoria hit. The need to be more masculine. It became a hot topic in therapy for a while. Their voice and appearance especially. They didn’t like presenting feminine and it felt like nothing they did to present masculine filled that little hole in their heart. And then testosterone came into play.
That really did it for them. Their voice dropped, features shifted ever so slightly, bottom growth… Hyunjin finally felt comfortable in themselves, long hair aside. It’s been difficult to get rid of, only cutting it just above their shoulders out of fear of getting a bad short haircut, but they finally decided it’s time.
And they can’t wait.
They look forward to it the entirety of the following day, almost more than they’re looking forward to seeing Minhee. They look at lots of reference photos and save most of them to make sure she knows exactly what they want.
After classes are up, they go down to that same makeup store with that hairdressing salon in the back where Minhee did their makeup. Minhee is quick to greet them with a hug and Hyunjin leans down to reciprocate.
“Are you ready?” Minhee asks, smiling widely.
“I’m really excited.” Hyunjin smiles shyly and follows Minhee into the back. They sit down and Minhee puts the little cape around them.
“You have any pictures?”
Hyunjin whips their phone out, “yes, actually. I have several.”
Minhee leans over their shoulder and looks at all of the reference pictures, “oh you’re going super dyke. You’re gonna be so hot, mmh!” She growls.
“Make me hot, please.”
“Yes um— s-ma’am-sir— monarch.”
Hyunjin cackles and Minhee laughs with them, “I don’t mind ma’am. I’m still a girl after all.”
“Okay good. That was really scary.” She begins wetting their hair, humming along to the music, “so what made you realize you’re a butch lesbian?”
“It kind of just happened. Knew I was a lesbian since like middle school and then me and my friend’s freshman year here we went clubbing and met these older lesbians that kind of taught us about lesbian identities. We both learned something about ourselves that night.”
“Is she also a butch?” Minhee combs through their hair.
“She’s a femme.”
She smiles, “cute. Me too.”
“I knew it,” Hyunjin giggles, nearly flinching when Minhee starts cutting. “Oh god you didn’t warn me. Goodbye hair.”
“I’m so sorry,” Minhee giggles, “I promise I’m gonna make it look good. Give you your androgynous wings. Assuming that’s the goal, yes?”
Hyunjin hums, “yes. I like to confuse people and even myself sometimes. My friend calls me a butchtwink and I love it so much.”
“That’s so cute, what the fuck. I love that. Very fitting.”
“Thank you, thank you. Oh my god my hair is gone.”
“It is,” Minhee croons, “just trust the process, okay.”
“I trust you, you’re gay.”
Minhee continues cutting and humming, “I’d sure hope so. I haven’t had a client be unhappy with their hair before.”
Her hands grazing their neck feels like fire on their skin, making it difficult to focus. “I’m sure I’ll be happy with it.”
“I think so too, it’s gonna look really good on you.”
After lots of chatting and Minhee taking her time cutting Hyunjin’s hair, she lets out a loud groan once she’s finally finished. “God damn.”
“Is it good?” Hyunjin asks hopefully. They can’t wait to be turned back around to the mirror.
“God— yes. Look at this absolute masterpiece.”
Minhee spins them to the mirror and Hyunjin gapes. It’s exactly what they wanted— super short and spiky mullet. It’s perfect. Hyunjin feels… complete. “I could literally kiss you right now.”
Giggling, Minhee leans down to be level with Hyunjin, smiling at their reflections. “You can if you want to.”
Hyunjin turns and kisses her cheek with a wide smile, "thank you. Holy shit this is so— like— yes.” Hyunjin runs their hands through their new hair.
“I’m glad you like it so much. I told you it would look good on you.”
“It feels so good. Ugh! Please let me pay you this time. I’m so serious.”
Minhee groans and removes the cape off of Hyunjin, “okay, fine. C’mon.”
She leads them up front to the counter and begrudgingly rings them up. Hyunjin watches her hands with a tiny smile, looking at all of her accessories. They fit her so well. All silver. God her hands look so pretty. Her nails are done up all pink and cute.
Hyunjin happily pays for the service and tips her very well despite her protests not to tip her. Minhee thanks them with a groan, “thank you, I guess. Are we still clubbing tomorrow?”
“Yes,” Hyunjin smiles, “I’m super excited.”
“Me too. Okay, go home and eat now. It’s been a long day and you said you forgot to eat lunch.”
“Yes ma’am.”
Minhee licks her lips, “I like that. Go on now. I’ll see you tomorrow night.”
“Bye, Minhee.”
Hyunjin leaves the makeup store and sighs happily, running hands through their hair again with a dopey smile on their face. It feels so nice now. They feel.. whole. Every reflective surface is met with a stare at their reflection, taking in their new look with a smile every time.
Tomorrow can’t come any quicker, they think on their way home. They don’t know what to expect out of Minhee, but excitement continues to boil in their chest. All they know is it’s going to be fun.
It swarms their mind the whole following day, wondering what will become of the night ahead of them. Their mind wanders farther than they’d wanted it to— imagining what it would be like to kiss the gorgeous girl. Her lips seem so soft.
They quickly shake the thought, mentally scolding themselves for even thinking of kissing her within a week of talking to her. It lingers in the back of their mind, though. Like she planted a seed in the farthest crevice of their brain that Hyunjin can’t reach. Terrible news for the anxiously attached person that Hyunjin can and has become in the past.
It happens just so easily. Before Hyunjin can even recognize it and prevent it. They don’t think they feel that way towards Minhee, though.
Before they know it, it’s time to get ready for the club. They wrangle their new hair to lay how they want it before getting dressed up in a white button down with a very loose tie and dress pants. They put on lots of rings and their scissors necklace as well. Shoes are basic— black. In the mirror, they aren’t unhappy with how they look— they feel euphoric.
They snap a few pictures before they leave for Minhee’s house. It’s about a ten minute walk, if that. Their large stride makes it shorter. Their hands sweat the entire time, anxious to see how Minhee will present herself tonight. They shake as they knock on the front door.
Minhee opens it, looking half put together but Hyunjin is awestruck anyway. “Hey.”
“Hey,” Hyunjin says as they’re pulled down into a quick hug. She smells so good— like roses and vanilla.
“Sorry, I’m still getting ready. But I’m almost done.” She lets Hyunjin inside.
They’re greeted by all three cats, rubbing their faces on their legs and sniffing. Hyunjin crouches to pet each one before following Minhee into her room where her shirt has been peeled off.
Hyunjin can’t help but stare at her for a moment before remembering to tear their eyes away. Minhee doesn’t notice or doesn’t care as she puts on the pink collared shirt with white as the base. It’s cropped. Cool. Under it is a more vibrant pink mini skirt. She has on white knee high socks, also.
“Do you think this outfit is okay?” She asks while tying her hair back into a half bun.
“I think it looks great.” Hyunjin sputters, tearing themselves out of their trance.
Minhee hums with a smile as she finishes tying her hair. She turns to grab her bag and ties a black bandana on it before putting her bag over her left shoulder. Her carabiner goes on her left also. So does Hyunjin’s. Except their bandana is on their right.
Their brows raise, “I didn’t take you for a dom.”
“Why? Because I’m a femme?”
“No,” they quickly reply, “just vibes.”
Minhee giggles, “well, I didn’t take you for a top.”
“I switch. But to be honest I’m more of a bottom. I’m like a super submissive top. I like to please and eat mostly.”
“Cute,” she licks her lips. “Are you all ready?”
“Yes.” Hyunjin smiles.
The expectant look Minhee gives Hyunjin at the door goes straight to their dick, they open it of course and follow her out of her apartment. She takes their arm and holds it as they walk.
“So tell me more about your desire to please women.”
Hyunjin chokes out a laugh, “there’s not much to it. Other than I guess my praise kink. I like to know when I’m doing a good job.”
“That’s cute. I’m big into praising too. I like seeing them squirm whenever I do it— call them a good girl and that they’re doing a good job. It’s very cute,” Minhee croons.
It sends a shiver down Hyunjin’s spine. Hearing Minhee pretty much praise the air like that. “So are you more of like a dominant bottom?”
“I switch. But I prefer to top, actually. There’s just something about it.”
“So what about your kinks then?”
“I like to experiment. I’m nice but I’m cruel about it. I overstimulate and praise them while I make them give me more. It’s fun.”
Hyunjin swallows thickly, their brain immediately puts themselves in that mental position, shaking and crying telling her they can’t cum again but she makes them anyway. “That does sound fun.”
“It is. What about you?” Minhee spares them a quick glance.
“A lot. I like to try stuff too. Like overstimulation and stuff. I have a crazy free use kink. Lot of cnc.”
“Elaborate on that last one.”
Hyunjin wants to groan. Crawl inside their own skin and hide. “So like— if they were to spike my drink and take advantage of me. Stuff like that.”
“That’s hot. What would you prefer to be spiked with?”
Hyunjin hums. “Alcohol usually, or maybe some molly because it gets me horny. Or even give me an edible and tell me it’s just normal food.”
“Molly?” Minhee quirks her brow, “I didn’t take you as a drug user.”
“I dabble,” Hyunjin feels their palms heat up, “usually for raves but sometimes at home.”
“I do too sometimes. Love a good molly trip, but I get way too horny.”
“Me too.”
The silence is deafening to Hyunjin, but thankfully they arrive at the club shortly after. Minhee leads them to the line and they both show their IDs before being let inside.
It’s a nice atmosphere. Lots of women dancing or sitting at the bar. The lights are down save for the overhead colored lights synced with the music. It isn’t too crowded.
Minhee drags them onto the dancefloor by their carabiner with a grin and immediately starts dancing with them, swaying her hips to the music. Hyunjin mirrors her easily, hips swaying, hands moving, all fluid motions for both parties. They’re pleasantly surprised that Minhee can actually dance.
They don’t speak even for a moment. Lost in the loud music surrounding them. Hyunjin feels euphoric. Minhee’s hands find Hyunjin’s shoulders and they move in tandem with one another. Her hands guide Hyunjin’s to her waist and Hyunjin loosely holds her. Minhee has a huge smile on her face.
Time flies. Really flies. Like light years have passed before Hyunjin snaps back to reality. Their eyes rake down her figure, lip between their teeth. She’s insanely attractive. Her curves are perfect— her whole body is perfect.
Minhee’s gaze is lethal when she looks up at Hyunjin. Like a predator eyeing its prey. It gives Hyunjin chills. Hyunjin returns the gaze, tongue swiping over their lower lip, tilting their labret ring. It swipes out again to adjust it and Minhee smiles.
Her hand moves to tug their tie, pulling them down to be closer to their face and Hyunjin can’t tell if they’re actually shaking or not. Her breath is soft against their lips and Hyunjin’s face burns red hot. Their height difference drives Hyunjin even more mad.
Instead of kissing them, she gently pushes them away until their head tilts back. Her hand runs down the front of Hyunjin’s throat all the way back down to their tie before pulling them back in, “you look soo good tonight.”
Hyunjin smiles, softly giggling as Minhee’s other hand presses to the side of their throat. “So do you.”
“Yeah?” Minhee barely whispers with a sickeningly sweet smile. Hyunjin nods. Anticipation kills them.
But Minhee moves her head back, “let’s get drinks.”
Hyunjin smiles dumbly as they’re dragged to the bar, easily keeping up with her. Their face burns. Minhee orders two shots that Hyunjin doesn’t pick up on, too caught up in the fantasy of kissing her to notice.
“Open your mouth.” Cold glass against their lips breaks them out of it. Hyunjin’s lips part and Minhee pours the shot into their mouth with a coo, “good girl.”
Hyunjin almost chokes on the shot. The vodka burns on the way down. It gives them chills.
The rest of the night is a game of tag. Push and pull. Pull and push before anything serious can happen. Before they get too close. Oddly enough, Hyunjin finds it fun. Though the alcohol really wants it to just happen already.
It never does. Hyunjin doesn’t complain. They’re having fun with her. Dancing. Teasing each other. It’s a fun game. Fun because they even catch Minhee off guard a number of times. Though they aren’t sure if she’s red because of that or the alcohol. Hyunjin is absolutely both.
The buzz is nice. Makes them worry a lot less and lets them enjoy the moment with Minhee. They hope Minhee feels the same.
Hours pass without notice. Hyunjin is so lost in Minhee it’s dangerous. They notice her begin to slow down and gently lift her face, “still doing okay?”
“Yeah, I think I’m all danced out,” she replies with a small smile, thumb rubbing Hyunjin’s shoulder.
“D’you wanna head home? I’ll walk you home.”
“If that’s okay with you.” She seems almost shy.
Hyunjin smiles warmly, “yeah, let’s get you home.” They lead her out of the club by her hand. Minhee doesn’t let go once they’re outside.
“Did you have fun?”
“I did, yes,” they smile.
“I like going there a lot. Just dance and worry about nothing else. You dance really good.”
Their smile widens, “so do you. I liked dancing with you.”
“Maybe we could go back next weekend? If you wanted to.”
“I think that sounds fun.”
They drunkenly chat about whatever comes to mind on the way to Minhee’s house. Hyunjin leaves Minhee with a hug and tells her to sleep well before going back to their place.
Hyunjin calls Pixie to tell her about the night and while Pixie is excited for them, they send them off to bed so they have energy for their rave they planned the following night.
They dream about Minhee that night. Kissing her. Being her girlfriend. Ruined by the sound of their alarm going off. They shut it off with a groan and try to go back to sleep to continue it, but it’s a different dream. They’re disappointed when they wake up a second time and realize it was discontinued.
They go about their normal morning routine, making breakfast, taking a shower, brushing their teeth. During the day, they decide to go on a walk and take pictures on their camera. A good pass time when their head is full. Most of their day is spent outside like this.
At home, they hang out and paint with music playing until Pixie calls them that she’s on the way. Meaning it’s time to get ready. They get dressed in a more showy outfit than last night. A black sleeveless cropped top with torn jeans and boots. Lots of rings again.
Pixie is greeted with a hug when she arrives and they call an Uber while they sit and chat.
“Do you want a line?” Hyunjin asks while going to their room.
“I would love a line.” Pixie calls from the living room.
Hyunjin returns with a small plastic bag and a smile on their face. They sit down and dump some of the powder onto the back of their phone before pushing it into a line. “I’m gonna bring this with me,” they say while Pixie snorts the line.
She takes a few deep breaths and smiles, “hell yeah. Haven’t had coke in a minute.”
Hyunjin forms and does their own line, blinking rapidly once they’re finished. Like clockwork, their Uber arrives. They chat each other up the entire ride to the rave.
The outside doesn’t look like a rave venue, just a basic building. The inside tells a much different story purely from the flashing lights alone. It’s bustling with people— dancing people.
The two immediately get to dancing, too. They were antsy as all hell in the Uber.
Hyunjin is itchy for another line about an hour later and they drag Pixie into the bathroom for another one. They stop at the mirror and take pictures, sending them to Minhee. But right now, that’s the last thing on their mind— Minhee.
They have tons of fun with Pixie and even more so during her set. They jump around and yell over the heavy drops, yelling with Pixie after her set and hugging her and dancing more with her. Hyunjin is feeling good. The highs are a bit short lived but the euphoria isn’t. And euphoria is one hell of a drug.
Pixie seems to be having fun also, matching Hyunjin’s energy the entire night and is happy to do a third line with them. Her eyes are like black holes and Hyunjin knows theirs are too. Their jaws shake when gum isn’t being chewed and words tumble out of their mouth at a million miles an hour when they speak.
In contrast, the Uber ride is quiet once they’ve come down from their highs. Exhausted from all of the dancing and jumping around. It’s nearly 3am now. Hyunjin walks Pixie home and returns to their own. They get settled back in but the plastic bag burns in their pocket. Burns through their pocket right on their skin.
The rest of the week is a blur and suddenly it’s Friday night. They’re tired, but excited to see Minhee again after talking to her all week. They remember only flashes of their conversations.
Minhee meets at their house this time and this time Hyunjin is the one that isn’t ready. It doesn’t take them long, and they wear a similar outfit like before but in all black this time. Minhee shamelessly watches them the entire time, even when they’re completely shirtless. Hyunjin doesn’t mind.
They pregame this time, taking two shots instead of one and it hits Hyunjin almost instantly. “Whoa, fuck.”
“You okay?” Minhee giggles and steadies them.
“That hit me so fast. Holy shit.”
She coos at them, “aw, lightweight.”
“A little bit, yeah.”
The walk to the club feels more intimate this time. Minhee stays very close to Hyunjin and holds their hand the entire way. On the floor, it’s easy to lose themselves again.
And they do, far too focused on Minhee than anything else. Wondering what will become of their night this time. Focusing on how her body moves alongside theirs. Her curves once more.
“God, you are hot,” Hyunjin says without thinking.
Minhee simply smiles and puts her hands on their shoulders, swaying their hips in sync with theirs. Her hands feel like a raging fire even through their shirt. It spreads across their entire body.
Their face burns hotter as Minhee leans closer, ghosting her lips over their jaw. It makes them shiver. Their hands gently squeeze and knead at her waist.
Her hand finds their tie again and she pulls them in with a smile. Her eyes flick down to their lips and so do theirs. She looks up again and Hyunjin nods. Their lips meet and it sends electricity through Hyunjin’s veins.
They pull her closer by her waist and run a hand through her hair as they tilt their head to kiss her deeper, slower. Minhee squeaks out a surprised sound but happily reciprocates, licking into their mouth and makes a more pleased sound when Hyunjin lets her in.
Hyunjin softly moans into her mouth and squeezes her waist harder, pressing her body up against their own. God, euphoria is a hell of a drug.
They both pant once they’ve finally pulled away, hot breath against each other’s mouth before kissing once more. Hotter. Heavier. Minhee’s hand gently wraps around Hyunjin’s throat and the sound that comes out is almost embarrassing. Hyunjin has to pull away.
“Was that okay? I’m sorry—“ Hyunjin kisses her a third time. Shorter.
“It’s perfect. Just you surprised me is all.”
Minhee smiles, a soft laugh leaving her lips as they press against their throat, leaving a lipstick mark behind, “do you wanna go home?” She asks, thumbing at the smudged lipstick on their lips.
Hyunjin raises their brows and looks down at her with a dumb smile. They nod.
“Yeah? C’mon,” she takes their hand and leads them outside.
“Do you want a cigarette? I kind of need one after all of that,” Hyunjin snickers.
“Cute. I’ll take one, thank you.”
Hyunjin digs through their pocket and hands Minhee a cigarette and their lighter, putting their own into their mouth and waiting for Minhee to light hers. They light their own and groan after taking a long drag. “You drive me insane.”
“How so?” Minhee giggles and holds onto their arm.
“Doing all that push and pull shit. I really thought you were gonna kiss me last time.”
“I thought about it.”
“You should’ve.”
“But I did this time.”
“You did.”
Minhee kisses their cheek and blows smoke at them, “was it good?”
“Yeah. Very.”
“Good,” she hums, “I tried.”
Hyunjin is antsy the entire walk home. Even after their cigarette is gone. Anxious to see what will happen next. They hope it’s what they think it is.
They barely make it through the door before Minhee is kissing up on them again. Hotter and heavier than the last time. Her hands roam their body, pressing them up against the door and Hyunjin goes pliant.
Minhee softly laughs into their mouth and presses her hand between their legs making them gasp. “C’mon, your room.”
Hyunjin stumbles to follow her into their own room, staring dumbly at her sprawled out on their bed. She fits so perfectly.
“Come here silly,” she opens her arms and Hyunjin carefully crawls on top of her, kissing her again. Minhee keeps it short, though. “Show me how much you like to eat, baby,” she whispers, hot breath ghosting over the shell of their ear.
Hyunjin gets to work without a second thought. Lips attack her throat while hands work to get her clothes off. They spare her a quick look and notice the matching pink lace set she has on. They can’t help but groan. “God, you’re so perfect.”
“Mmh, thank you,” she tips her head back, moaning at Hyunjin’s lips on her most sensitive spots. Hyunjin trails lower and lower, pressing a kiss to her mound with big doe eyes looking up at her while their hands slide her panties off.
Minhee kicks them aside and opens her legs with a cheeky smile and Hyunjin moans at the sight of her. Wet and pink. “C’mon, baby.”
Hyunjin dips down and presses their tongue flat to her pussy, a loud languid moan leaves their mouth. “God— fuck,” they groan and dive back in.
Minhee moans above them at each flick of their tongue and Hyunjin eats it up— eats her up like it’s their last meal.
She tastes like heaven on their tongue. If heaven were a waterpark. Hyunjin doesn’t mind the wetness. If anything it makes it better. They slip their tongue in just for a moment and Minhee keens above them.
They shift theirs and her position and wet their fingers in their mouth before looking up with a finger pressed up to her hole. Minhee quickly nods with a breathy moan and Hyunjin slowly dips it inside.
“Fuck— your fingers are so-o long,” she moans out, “p-put the other one in.”
Hyunjin carefully slips their second finger inside, causing Minhee to arch her back off the mattress with her fingers tangled in their hair. They dip their head back down and lap at her clit.
Minhee gasps and her legs quiver as Hyunjin slowly pumps their fingers in and out of her. “Fuck— Hyunjin— fuck.”
Hyunjin simply hums and carries on, quickening the pace of their fingers and Minhee keens. They don’t stop.
“Fuck— I’m gonna cum,” Minhee holds Hyunjin’s head still and Hyunjin doesn’t stop for anything, even though breathing has become quite the challenge now.
They don’t care. That's the last thing on their mind. They don’t stop until Minhee cums, keening above them while her pussy throbs on their tongue, around their fingers.
“God— fuck, Hyunjin,” she gasps shakily, squeezing their hair as they fuck her through their orgasm until she has to push their head away. “God, you feel so good. Oh my god.” She says breathlessly.
Hyunjin looks up at her with a smile before licking their fingers clean and kissing her thigh. “I told you I like to eat.”
“Yeah, holy shit.”
Hyunjin stays right where they are while she comes down from her high, head laid against her thigh and stroking her skin with their thumb. Minhee runs her hands through their hair. They could stay like this forever.
“Okay,” Minhee breathes, “your turn.”
“My turn?” Hyunjin looks up and Minhee nods with a wicked smile.
“Yeah, lay back.”
Hyunjin trades her places and sprawls out on the bed, chewing on their lip as Minhee rakes their eyes down their slim frame.
“Unbutton your shirt for me.”
Hyunjin obliges, fingers fumbling with their buttons until their shirt is completely open. They didn’t wear a bra or anything, so they’re completely exposed now. Minhee licks her lips and crawls on top of them, “you’re so hot,” she murmurs, breath hot against their ear.
They squirm beneath her, hands clutching her shoulders as her lips meet their throat. They’re embarrassingly sensitive tonight thanks to the alcohol. “And you sound hot.”
Hyunjin moans shakily as Minhee’s lips graze their nipple, back arching off the bed and now grabbing at her hair. Minhee wraps her lips around it and sucks, tugging a pathetic moan from Hyunjin’s lips when she softly grazes her teeth.
She looks up at Hyunjin above them, smiling with their nipple between her teeth and Hyunjin wants to sob already. They throw their head back to avoid looking at her as she ventures lower.
They help her kick their pants off when she tugs for them to come off, playfully fighting with her when she tries to open their legs. If it weren’t for their drunken state, Hyunjin is sure they would have won. Minhee pushes their thighs open with ease and licks her lips, “I bet it’s so pretty.” She says while slowly pulling their panties off.
She groans once they’re off and has pushed Hyunjin’s legs back open, gently tracing a finger through their soaked heat, “god, I knew it.”
Hyunjin is relieved she doesn’t mind the stubble from when they shaved the other day. They softly moan as she thumbs at their clit, “fuck.”
Minhee smiles and leans down to press a kiss directly onto their clit, Hyunjin jolts and it makes her laugh softly, “you’re sensitive.”
“I’m drunk,” Hyunjin huffs, gasping at the fingers prodding at their hole. They quickly nod and lets out a drawling moan when she pushes them inside. “Fuuuck.”
“Ohh, you’re okay,” Minhee croons and wastes no time pumping her fingers, watching Hyunjin’s twitching expressions from each thrust of her fingers. “You’re soo pretty.”
Hyunjin whimpers and clutches the pillow beneath their head, nails digging into the fabric of the pillow case. Her fingers feel amazing inside of them. Hitting their g-spot perfectly. It sends tingles down their body every time she grazes it.
Minhee’s pace increases when she finds Hyunjin growing complacent, yanking a mangled moan out of their throat at the sudden change. She coos and praises them while fucking them so harshly, telling them how good they’re being.
They’re almost sobbing as their orgasm approaches, clutching Minhee’s arm and digging their nails in. “Fuck-fuck— I’m gonna cum, Minhee, please,” they gasps, legs shaking.
“Come on, baby, go ahead,” Minhee whispers and curls her fingers which send Hyunjin keening over that edge.
It's like they’ve been struck by lightning, tingles sear across their body as their orgasm rips through them. “Fuck-Fuck!” They holler, body twitching from the aftershocks as Minhee continues to fuck them through it. “Fuck— please, I can’t—“ they gasp and begin to push her hand away.
Minhee allows it, halting her fingers and pulling them out. She places her hand on their hipbone and strokes over the bone with her thumb, “you did such a good job, hon. Fuck, you looked so pretty.”
Hyunjin lays there fighting to catch their breath, body continuing to twitch with every touch. Minhee crawls over top of them and gives them a chaste kiss. “Just breathe, come here,” she lays beside Hyunjin and pulls their bodies flush, hugging them closely.
They shut their eyes and relax in her arms, her hand brushes through their hair. “I’m tired now.”
“Me too. Go ahead and go to sleep, I’ll be here when you wake up, okay?”
Hyunjin slowly nods, softly humming as they wiggle even closer to her. Sleep comes almost instantly.