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They never ended up going to Minnie's house that night.
"I'm so hungry," Miyeon announced the second they left the club, "I wanna eat ramen."
Minnie seemed to light up at the idea of food, completely forgetting that she'd just asked to go home. She held out an arm to steady Miyeon, who was still wobbling around drunkenly. Then she thought for a second:
"Let's go to my favourite convenience store then," she offered, "it's like five minutes away, even if you walk drunk."
Miyeon looked at her, brow furrowed slightly.
"You have a favourite convenience store?"
"Yeah! I go there all the time after leaving here. Come on, you'll love it too."
There was really nothing special about said convenience store. Miyeon even commented to Minnie that it was literally like every other convenience store ever: "This is it? This is your favourite convenience store?" and Minnie feigned the most hurt and offended expression, making the other girl laugh.
But in reality, Miyeon loved it too, and for no good reason really. She kind of loved everything that night after they left the club. Still on her drunken high, Miyeon let Minnie take her wherever. The other girl seemed to have a lot of "favourite" places that happened to be open in the a.m. hours.
There was a special kind of wildness about the city at night that Miyeon seemed to have never discovered before. She wondered how often Minnie did this, if she took other people to her favourite convenience store too.
It was some absolutely godforsaken hour by the time they approached some fast-food store, one that Minnie had promised to buy them ice cream at. As she followed the other girl into the run-down, greasy-smelling burger place, she couldn't help but think it kind of felt like they were dating. Kind of like stupid honeymoon-phase girlfriends or something. Miyeon absentmindedly thought it was a nice illusion to entertain, just for the night, of course.
"You tired?" Minnie asked her as she handed her a vanilla cone.
"Not really," Miyeon said, voice betraying her a little, weary from having been awake for so long. It didn't go unnoticed by Minnie, who gazed at her with concern emanating from her eyes. Miyeon didn't try to avoid looking back into them this time. She wondered what kind of people Minnie had dated in the past.
As they made their way through the empty parking lot, Miyeon's foot kicked onto a raised curb, and she flailed forward for one precarious moment before regaining her balance. Her ice cream, however, did not survive the struggle, and landed with a comically resounding splat on the pavement.
"Noooooo!" Miyeon cried, squatting down next to the fallen cone to properly mourn its demise.
Minnie just laughed, the sound filling the cold, quiet air of the late night.
"You idiot," she giggled, pulling Miyeon up, "here." She extended her own ice cream, offering it to the shorter girl, "you can have some of mine."
Miyeon looked at her, then at the ice cream in her hand, and moved her head forward to bite a massive chunk out of Minnie's cone.
"I said some, Miyeon!" Minnie pulled her hand back, laughing and staring at her ice cream (or what was left of it) with an exaggeratedly incredulous expression.
"Ahhh fuck! my brain!" Miyeon groaned, clutching her head with one hand while swatting at the Minnie with the other, trying to swipe the satisfied grin off her face.
After a minute, Minnie looked at her again, slightly more seriously now.
"Can we go to your place tonight?"
As innocently as Minnie had managed to ask the highly suggestive question, Miyeon's mind instantly entered a slight panic. She recognized that question a bit too well; it was her question, after all, it had been her question almost every time. She kind of hoped Minnie wasn't thinking what she feared she was thinking. Still, she couldn't really think of a reason to say no; they'd just been at Minnie's the night before, so it was only fair, right?
The sinking feeling in her stomach didn't go away, not even while she stumbled backwards and fell onto her bed, Minnie on top of her. She couldn't stop herself from muttering "door, Minnie, shut the door" into the taller girl's neck.
Minnie laughed at that, "who's gonna see?" But she obediently kicked the bedroom door shut anyway. Miyeon let out a tiny breath of relief, though she knew it was stupid. As if a door could stop Minnie.
She felt Minnie's breath, hot against her skin, and she let her eyes close, head tipping back in response to the other girl's warm lips on her neck. Her fingers clutched at Minnie's hair, pressing her head closer to her. She felt the other girl's warm tongue brush gently over a sensitive spot under her jaw, and a small gasp escaped her mouth.
Fuck, she thought, it's been so long.
She thought she felt Minnie smile against her skin. She pulled the other girl's face up and their lips found each other, open-mouthed and a little messy. Minnie whined softly into her mouth, voice vibrating under Miyeon's fingers where they were on her throat. She let her teeth grasp Minnie's bottom lip ever so gently, coaxing a small moan out of the other girl. Minnie's hands slid up under her shirt, over the soft warm skin of her stomach. A finger brushed just slightly under the bottom of her bra, as if asking for permission. Miyeon's brain was rapidly turning into mush at this point, and she wordlessly allowed the other girl to help her pull her top over her head and throw it haphazardly somewhere in a corner. Minnie's shirt followed right after, but Miyeon inadvertently noticed the other girl breaking their lips apart for a moment to toss the ball of cloth towards the door.
Of course, she thought somewhat bitterly to herself.
Minnie had started working on the front of her jeans when Miyeon suddenly rolled them over. Much more aggressively, she kissed the other girl, tongue roughly pushing her lips apart and demanding entrance. A little surprised, Minnie didn't react for a moment, but soon let Miyeon take control and willingly melted into her new urgency. Breaking away after a moment to catch her breath, Miyeon looked at the girl beneath her, both of them panting heavily.
"You're going to run away after." In Miyeon's head, it had been a question, one she had never meant to ask out loud, but it came out more like a sullen statement. Hearing herself, she realized she sounded a little pathetic.
Minnie stared at her, chest still heaving.
"Why, do you want me to stay?" Miyeon thought she saw a glint of amusement in the other girl's eyes.
"No, not really," she replied.
"Okay," Minnie was almost grinning now, "then-"
She pulled her back down. And as Miyeon felt the other girl's hands reach for her jeans again, she wondered what the hell was wrong with herself. She figured it wasn't so much about keeping the other girl for the night or having her stay till morning, not any of that, really. Maybe it was just because Minnie had somehow managed to keep her for a night. She realized she didn't necessarily have to lose to her, even if she couldn't stop Minnie from leaving. Was it a competition? Miyeon didn't know; she didn't really care anymore. She couldn't understand why she was thinking like this. Briefly, she considered the fact that she'd never been in this position before; every other time, she had been Minnie, and someone else had been her. As she kissed the other girl back, she realized she couldn't really decide if she wanted Minnie or if she wanted to destroy Minnie. Maybe she could have both. Wouldn't that be nice.
She focused her attention back on the girl under her, whose fingers were teasing at the waistband of her underwear now. Miyeon pushed her hand away, and Minnie made a small noise of protest, which was promptly cut short as Miyeon slid a hand into her pants. She felt a flicker of satisfaction as she realized how aroused the other girl already was.
"What the, ah-!"
Miyeon watched as Minnie's eyes screwed shut and leaned down to capture her lips again. She rubbed the other girl hard over her underwear, and felt as her mouth stopped functioning against her own, gasping for air instead. Minnie turned her head to the side, unable to deal with kissing Miyeon back anymore, and a strangled whimper escaped her mouth. Her hands searched for something to clutch onto as Miyeon picked up the pace, grabbing the roots of Miyeon's hair a little too harshly, and bunching up a fistful of sheets in the other hand. Her knuckles whitened as she felt her mind going blank, pressure building up in her abdomen. Miyeon placed her other hand against the side of Minnie's head, turning her around to look at her face. For a second, their eyes met, Minnie's dark and desperate with desire, not a trace of the innocence from before. The sight burned itself into Miyeon's mind, and she briefly wondered which version of Minnie she actually preferred. But then the other girl shut her eyes tightly again, eyebrows knitting together with the intensity of her pleasure.
"Fuck, Miyeon, don't stop, I- I'm -" she gasped
Miyeon hummed, mouth pressed against on a spot under her ear, pulling her hand out momentarily to slide it under the final layer, finally feeling the other girl. She didn't let up her pace, fingers knowing exactly what they were doing.
"Wait, I-" Minnie managed to breathe out, voice turning into a desperate whine, "slow down Miyeon, s-seriously I'm gonna-"
And then the other girl's weight lifted off her entirely.
What??
She opened her eyes in shock, almost dizzy from the loss of contact. Miyeon was on her back next to her, looking almost like she was asleep, if it weren't that she was also breathing a little too heavily.
A good five seconds passed as Minnie gaped at her, eyes wide with confusion. What the hell was she doing? She was about to ask if she was okay when Miyeon opened her mouth.
"I'm tired," she said, voice actually reflecting it.
"..W-what?"
Miyeon leaned over Minnie, reaching for an oversized t-shirt she kept on a chair next to the bed and pulling it over her head.
Minnie watched incredulously as she kicked off her jeans and promptly fell back against the bed, sliding under the blankets. Was she being serious right now?
"It's nearly five am, Minnie, you should probably go home too, tomorrow's Monday."
And then she finally saw it, a slightly smug expression on the older girl's face. Minnie felt the heat reach her cheeks.
Miyeon wasn't done yet: "Though, you can sleep over tonight if you want," she opened her eyes, "it's warm here, you'll like it."
Minnie was bewildered. What the fuck, she thought to herself on repeat, what the fuck what the fuck.
"I'll skip school and drive us to Ikea tomorrow," Miyeon was looking straight at her now, watching her every reaction like it was some entertaining TV show.
Well, Minnie thought, she can go fuck herself too. She was still throbbing uncomfortably, almost painfully, but what hurt more was her ego. This had never happened to her before. She'd had enough, she decided, she was leaving. She picked herself up, backed away from the bed, almost forgetting to pick up her shirt from where it was lying in a crumpled pile in front of Miyeon's bedroom door.
It was nearly five am, and Minnie was wandering out on the cold streets all alone. Her thoughts were racing, jumbled and angry and incoherent. She never wanted to see Miyeon's stupid face ever again. She ended up on some bench, needing to cool down and not really feeling like going home. It wasn't like she cared that much about the sex, she could just find someone else, not like Miyeon was special or anything. So why did she feel so angry?
But eventually, with the biting cold air of the winter night and freezing bench she was sitting on, her thoughts began to calm down.
She was begging me to stay, Minnie told herself, she just chose the most annoying way to show it.
The realization amused her and tickled her vanity a little.
Meanwhile, Miyeon replayed the moment Minnie had left in her head over and over again, stomach twisting with a dark satisfaction. She almost laughed out loud to herself as she reached out to lightly trace her fingers over the dent in the pillow where Minnie had just been. She was acutely aware that it had been quite incredibly petty of her, but somehow she just wasn't able to resist the temptation in the moment. If only she'd been drunk, she thought meekly to herself, then she could've blamed it on the alcohol instead.
For some reason, though, hours later, as the cold winter sunlight had started to peek through her blinds, Miyeon still couldn't fall asleep. She lay in her bed, stomach feeling strange, and she became aware that she felt very much so deflated. She could still smell Minnie's scent in her blankets, and wondered why the other girl affected her so much. In the empty silence of the morning, Miyeon quietly pondered to herself if this was really the only way she knew how to feel for someone else.