Five Minutes Too Late
The bass throbbed through the house, vibrating the floor and rattling half-empty cups on tables. Laughter echoed from every corner — the air thick with music, sweat, and the unmistakable buzz of a good party in full swing.
Freen leaned against the wall, drink in hand, trying — and failing — to focus on the conversation Emma was having with Alice. Her gaze kept drifting across the room, landing on Becky.
And Becky knew it.
Becky’s eyes flicked back to Freen, dark with mischief. Her lips curled into that lazy, cocky smirk — the one that drove Freen absolutely insane. She dragged her fingers down her exposed collarbone, adjusting her top just enough to make Freen's breath hitch.
“Seriously?” Freen muttered under her breath, cheeks flushing.
“Damn, you two need a room,” Emma teased, watching the whole thing unfold.
“Yeah,” Heng chimed in, grinning. “It’s getting embarrassing.”
Freen sputtered. “We’re just—”
“Sure,” Nam interrupted, flashing a wicked grin. “Just keepin’ things PG.”
“Uh-huh,” Title added, raising an eyebrow. “Freen’s face is literally the color of that cup.”
Becky strutted over, clearly enjoying every second of this. She leaned in close — too close — her breath warm against Freen’s ear.
“You’re cute when you’re flustered,” Becky whispered, fingers toying with the hem of Freen’s shirt.
“Babe, don’t start,” Freen warned, but her voice came out weaker than intended.
“Oh, I’ve barely started,” Becky murmured before grabbing Freen’s hand and pulling her toward the dance floor.
The room blurred around them as they moved. The beat was heavy, the air electric. Freen’s fingers clung to Becky’s arms around her waist, and Becky pressed forward — hips rolling, body teasingly close.
“You’re playing dirty,” Freen muttered, her voice barely audible over the music.
Becky just grinned and spun her around, arms looping around Freen’s waist, bodies flush. “And you love it.”
Becky’s hands slid lower — fingers skimming just under the hem of Freen’s top. Becky leaned in, lips brushing Freen’s jaw — light, teasing, making her breath hitch.
“You’re killing me,” Freen groaned.
“That’s the idea,” Becky smirked.
The tension coiled tighter, their touches growing bolder. Becky’s fingers slipped higher along Freen’s waist, while Freen’s nails traced along Becky’s neck. Their lips were dangerously close, breaths mingling — when Becky suddenly whispered in her ear:
“Five minutes... they won’t even notice.”
Freen’s pulse spiked. “Babe...”
But Becky was already tugging her hand, leading her down the hallway with that smug little grin that made Freen weak in the knees.
The hallway was quieter, muffled by the thrum of music behind them. Freen barely had time to register where Becky was leading her before they stumbled into a dimly lit room — warm and quiet, away from the chaos of the party.
The door clicked shut, and Becky turned the lock with a smug smile.
“Safe,” she murmured.
“You’re so bad at this,” Freen whispered, laughing breathlessly.
“Yeah?” Becky smirked, stepping closer — cornering her against the door. “Then stop me.”
Freen didn’t.
Their lips met — soft at first, slow and teasing. But that didn’t last long. Becky’s fingers skimmed Freen’s waist, pulling her in closer, her body pressing Freen firmly against the door. The air between them crackled, heated and urgent.
Freen’s hands found Becky’s hair, tangling in the soft strands, tugging just enough to make Becky groan against her lips. Becky’s teeth grazed her bottom lip in response, drawing a quiet gasp from Freen — and that sound seemed to flip a switch.
The kiss deepened, all restraint slipping away. Becky’s hands slid beneath Freen’s shirt — warm fingers trailing up her sides, nails scraping lightly against her skin. Freen’s breath hitched, her head tipping back against the door.
“Babe…” Freen warned, her voice shaky.
“What?” Becky murmured, lips brushing down the curve of Freen’s neck, her hand teasing higher beneath her shirt. “I thought you liked when I played dirty…”
“You’re impossible,” Freen muttered, but her fingers were already digging into Becky’s hips, pulling her closer.
Becky grinned against her skin. “You love it.”
Her lips found Freen’s again — hotter, rougher this time. Freen’s fingers slid under Becky’s top, nails scraping against her bare back. Becky shivered, her breath coming faster as she pressed even closer, pinning Freen hard against the door.
“You’re gonna kill me,” Freen gasped between kisses.
“Good,” Becky whispered, her lips finding that spot just below Freen’s ear — the one that always drove her wild. Freen’s fingers gripped her tighter, nails digging into her waist.
Freen’s head spun, her heartbeat loud in her ears. The rest of the world blurred away — just Becky’s lips, Becky’s hands, Becky’s breath hot against her skin.
Until —
Click.
The door swung open with an unforgiving thud.
Freen barely had time to pull her shirt back down before she and Becky stumbled apart, wide-eyed and breathless.
Emma stood in the doorway, arms full of jackets, her face frozen in a mix of shock and pure mischief.
“Well damn,” she drawled, her grin spreading wickedly. “Didn’t know THIS was the coat check!”
“Oh my God…” Freen muttered under her breath, face burning as she tried — and failed — to smooth her hair back into place.
Heng appeared behind Emma, taking one look at the scene — Becky still leaning against Freen, Freen’s shirt slightly wrinkled, both of them flushed and guilty — and blinked.
“So…” Heng paused, clearing his throat. “Should we leave or...?”
Before anyone could answer, Nam barreled in, stopping dead in her tracks. Her eyes went wide.
“MY EYES!” she screeched, dramatically shielding her face with both hands. “I’M A CHILD OF GOD!”
“Nam, for the love of—” Freen groaned, face buried in her hands.
Meanwhile, Title stood at the back of the group, eyes wide with panic. Without a word, she started backing away — mumbling like a woman in denial.
“We saw nothing… We saw nothing…” she whispered to herself, practically disappearing back into the hallway.
Becky, still cocky as ever, tugged Freen back toward her with a smug smile.
“You’re all just jealous,” Becky teased, planting a quick kiss on Freen’s cheek.
“Jealous?” Nam gasped, horrified. “I’m traumatized!”
Emma snorted. “Yeah… but at least now I know why Freen kept disappearing tonight.”
“Please stop talking,” Freen muttered, practically begging the floor to swallow her whole.
“You two are disgusting,” Nam huffed, dramatically turning away — but not before sneaking one last peek.
“Oh my God,” Freen groaned again, burying her face in Becky’s shoulder as Becky chuckled smugly.
“Relax,” Becky whispered, sliding her hand down Freen’s arm. “You know they’ll never let us live this down…”
“I know,” Freen mumbled. “I just hope they don’t turn it into a group chat meme.”
“Oh, they absolutely will,” Becky grinned. “But hey — they already know who got you all flustered tonight.”
Freen groaned louder.
Becky’s face, still full of smug confidence. Meanwhile, Freen just buried her face in her hands, mumbling curses under her breath.
And then they all walked back in, in the chaos they forgot to put their jackets in the room. Emma tossed her jacket onto a nearby chair, grinning like she’d just won the lottery.
“Next time,” she teased, “hang a Do Not Disturb sign, lovebirds.”
“Or maybe a hazard warning,” Heng chimed in with a smirk.
Nam, still dramatically clutching her chest, wiped imaginary tears from her eyes.
“I’ll never recover from this…” she sniffled. “My poor, innocent soul…”
“Oh, please,” Becky shot back, finding her voice again. “You’ve seen worse.”
“Yeah,” Emma snorted, “but I didn’t expect live entertainment tonight.”
Freen let out a defeated groan. “We are never living this down…”
“Not a chance,” Emma grinned.
Becky, still trying to salvage what little dignity they had left to make matters less embarrassing for Freen, awkwardly clapped her hands together.
“So…” she said, forcing a smile. “Party’s still going, right?”
“Oh yeah,” Emma chuckled. “And guess what story I’m telling everyone when I get back out there...”
“Oh no, you’re not!” Freen shot up, eyes wide in panic.
“Oh yes, I am,” Emma shot back with a wink.
As Emma sauntered off — dragging Nam and Heng with her — Becky turned to Freen, stifling a laugh.
“Well…” Becky murmured, looping her arm around Freen’s waist. “At least they didn’t walk in five minutes later.”
Freen groaned again, face pressed against Becky’s shoulder. “I’m never leaving the house again.”
Becky kissed her temple. “Don’t worry, babe,” she said sweetly. “I’ll sneak you snacks and tell you all the gossip.”
Later that night, when the teasing had finally simmered down and their friends were too tipsy or busy dancing to remember the infamous closet incident, Freen and Becky found themselves tucked away in a quieter corner of the party.
Freen’s arm slipped around Becky’s neck, pulling her close. The warmth of Becky’s body against hers felt grounding — safe.
“Next time,” Freen murmured softly, lips brushing against Becky’s ear, “let’s pick a room with a lock that actually works.”
Becky grinned, her fingers lazily tracing circles on Freen’s back.
“Next time,” Becky whispered back, voice low and teasing, “I’ll just take you back home.”
Freen chuckled, shaking her head. “You’re impossible.”
“But you love me for it,” Becky smirked, tilting her head up to kiss her softly.
They stayed like that for a while — wrapped up in each other, their hearts still racing but finally calm. The awkwardness from earlier? Gone. All that was left was the steady thrum of music in the background and the feeling of Becky’s hand resting perfectly against Freen’s back.
“I love you,” Freen murmured.
“I love you too,” Becky answered, leaning her forehead against Freen’s— and for the rest of the night, nothing else mattered.