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thought i didn’t know how to play the game
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there are no rules
now i can do whatever i want
i can never lose
so it’s funny how you thought you won
but i was playing you
2; h.e.r.
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it was 100% jimin’s fault. minjeong’s just getting back at her. jealous!karina, tease!winter.
aka four times minjeong reached for someone that isn’t jimin and one time jimin doesn’t give minjeong a choice.
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o.
Jimin ignores Minjeong’s pout, eyebrows furrowing as she memorizes the script in front of her, paper wrinkling in her attempt at making the words make sense. It’s all a mess at this point, nothing registers and she’s running on just three hours of sleep after a full schedule yesterday.
She’s tired, stressed, high-strung, and who the hell is laughing so loudly?
Aeri tugs on Yizhuo’s hand when she noticed Jimin glaring, offering an apologetic smile with a raised eyebrow. Jimin grimaces, sighing, and she knows that Minjeong’s now pouting even harder for noticing the other two than her.
“Jimin-unnie,” Minjeong whines, reaching to grab at Jimin’s forearm just as the door opens and a staff member hysterically tells her that it’s one minute to Jimin’s cue and why did no one tell her?!
She yanks her arm from Minjeong and wobbles on her heels when she stands up, already waiting for the tease at the tip of her girlfriend’s tongue but all Jimin sees is Minjeong’s hurt expression. It’s so unfair, Jimin thinks, that Minjeong’s emotions can be read so easily. She opens her mouth to apologize, staring at Minjeong’s curled hand left in the air, but she’s cut off with an angry manager.
“Karina!” Her manager hisses, steering her out of the room.
They don’t get a chance to talk much after that, with them performing as soon as Jimin’s done with her interview and everyone falling asleep on the ride home. She tries to catch Minjeong after her shower but Jimin got shrugged off with a soft I’m going to bed.
Yizhuo offers to check up on her and Aeri makes her some tea.
That’s when it starts.
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i.
They’re in another schedule, Jimin idly scrolling through her phone, slowly turning her chair this way and that, waiting for her hair to dry as her hairstylist fumbles behind her when Minjeong comes out of the dressing room.
With her dress not zipped properly at the back.
Jimin moves forward instinctively, wanting to protect the expanse of skin—the visible dip of Minjeong’s spine, the asymmetrical dimples at the base of her spine barely hidden by the fabric, the constellation of moles—but her hairstylist tuts, pulling at her hair before turning the blow dryer on.
She can only watch as Minjeong catches her eyes for a moment through the mirror, walking away from her and turning her back to Yizhuo who’s seated just beside Jimin, asking to be zipped up. They start talking and the sounds blur for Jimin as the blow dryer roars against her ear.
Yizhuo doesn’t take her time in pulling the zipper up like Jimin does. Yizhuo doesn’t kiss the tips of her fingers to press a kiss against the little cluster of moles at the middle of Minjeong’s back that makes a weirdly proportioned heart.
Yizhuo doesn’t do any of that because only Jimin can.
Jimin watches them from the mirror’s reflection. Minjeong doesn’t even look at her again.
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ii.
The television comes to life as Jimin stretches languidly on the couch.
She won the rock-paper-scissors on who gets to shower first and gets to pick tonight’s drama rerun. Jimin’s not that cruel so she plays something for background noise as she waits for everyone to finish washing the day off of them.
It’s a force of habit when she leans heavily against the left side of the couch, blanket on top of her lap and the other half sprawling on the right side where Minjeong usually curls up. She’s busy fluffing the couch pillows when Aeri comes out with her hair still dripping against her shirt, extensions off, settling sideways on the loveseat with her hair dangling on the edge left to air dry.
Jimin tells her that she’s jealous at how she can leave her hair like that and it won’t frizz like hers.
“At least you have the healthiest hair out of all of us,” Aeri points out.
Yizhuo comes out in a tiger onesie she wears when she’s starting her period and needs the additional heat, taking her usual place by the front of the TV on a bean bag because she hates wearing contacts at the dorm despite having the worst eyesight out of everyone. She’s only settled for a few seconds when she rolls down to the floor, excusing herself to get snacks.
Minjeong comes out last with her short hair blow-dried, a few strands from the back standing up weirdly, and Jimin knows it’s because she can never see the back of her head properly when blowdrying. Minjeong usually calls her to help.
But she didn’t. Not tonight.
Jimin’s momentarily distracted by the sight of her girlfriend’s legs, hoodie ending at the middle of her thighs, that she absentmindedly adjusts the blanket, ready to give the other half to Minjeong when the younger woman skips the couch and heads straight for the loveseat.
For Aeri.
She squishes herself in the small space, pressed right against Aeri, and Jimin blinks when Minjeong’s hoodie slips slightly to reveal that she’s only wearing her boy shorts underneath. The one that Jimin really, really likes on her.
Jimin huffs, wrapping the blanket around herself, and changes the program to a drama rerun. Her phone vibrates on her lap a few minutes after the opening credits.
Big Hands [10:23 PM]
Yo
Everything alright?
Small Hands [10:24 PM]
Yeah.
Nothing I can’t handle.
Do you guys need a blanket?
You two get cold easily.
Big Hands [10:24 PM]
Yes, please~
I’ll keep her warm, dw
Jimin gets up to get Minjeong’s favorite blanket, glancing at her girlfriend when she hands it over to Aeri. She’s already asleep, head cradled on Aeri’s shoulder.
When Aeri offers to wake Minjeong up, Jimin shakes her head, sits back down on the couch, and starts distracting herself.
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iii.
Minjeong’s been struggling with her heels all morning, Jimin hovering beside her in case she trips, and god, she’s so close to tearing her hair out when Minjeong nearly breaks her ankles and still brushes her off.
“I’m fine,” is what she says despite the tight expression on her face, concentrating on every step.
Jimin feels her anger flaring, and she usually keeps emotions that could be perceived as non-professional on a tight leash, but Minjeong’s really pushing it.
She opens her mouth. “Min—“
Minjeong turned her back on her.
Jimin blinks.
“Oppa,” Jimin watches as Minjeong calls their manager, making grabby hands and he dutifully holds out his arm to help her, one hand on his phone. Jimin grits her teeth when he fails to match Minjeong’s stride, her girlfriend ending up walking faster despite the help.
She turns the other way and drinks a whole water bottle in one go.
God, how I wish this was a shot right now.
Later, in the silence of their dorm, Jimin presses a box of bandaid to Yizhuo’s palm with instructions to help Minjeong with the bleeding blisters she saw after their performance.
“Okay,” Yizhuo easily agrees, big eyes looking up at Jimin. “, but why not you, unnie?”
Jimin watches as a shadow moves under the maknae’s bedroom door. She sighs.
“She doesn’t want me to.”
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iv.
“Aeri?”
“Pass,” she grumbles, punctuated with a moan. “I have a headache.”
Jimin nods, fetching Aeri medicine and a glass of water when Minjeong comes out of the bathroom, shaking her wet hands.
“What’s up?” she asks Jimin directly at the same time Yizhuo comes out of their shared bedroom. It’s not like they haven’t talked in the past few days, Minjeong still pouts and whines, the only thing that she doesn’t let Jimin do is to apologize or touch her.
(Well, she can touch her but only when they’re performing and it’s not the same.)
“Jimin-unnie and I are going out for a walk. Want us to buy snacks on the way home?”
Minjeong shakes her head. “No, it’s fine.” Even Aeri looks up at the dismissal, Yizhuo mildly scandalized. Minjeong never turns down an offer for free snacks. Minjeong rolls her eyes at their reactions. “Chill. I’m coming with you two.”
And, okay, Aeri and Yizhuo know that something happened, knows better than to meddle when the couple fights like this, and Jimin buries her head in her hands when Yizhuo, who agreed to go out first, blinks rapidly until she’s spitting out half-baked excuses just to stay at home.
Everyone sees right through her.
“Ning-chan,” Aeri says half disappointed and half disbelieving, awed at how the youngest woman managed to embarrass everyone but herself.
“Oh-kay,” Minjeong drags out, moving to start putting on her shoes. She throws a raised eyebrow over her shoulder, right at Jimin still stuck in between the living room and the kitchen. “I thought you wanted to go out?”
Jimin keeps biting her lip the whole ride to the shopping district, their manager completely oblivious of the tension in the backseat. Minjeong still offered the other half of her AirPods—more like left it on the seat in between them rather than putting it in Jimin’s ear herself like she usually does, never letting up an opportunity to tease the older woman about her small ears—and they listen to the same music, even harmonizing in some parts.
It’s almost pathetic how Jimin keeps making an opening for Minjeong to initiate holding her hand, hating how cold it feels without having her girlfriend’s hand in hers or pressed up against one side of the car just to be close.
But Minjeong continues to sing under her breath and look out the window.
Their masks and bucket hats hide their faces pretty well along with Minjeong wearing her glasses and her hair now dyed brown without the extensions. Usually, it’s Yizhuo’s bright red hair or Minjeong’s highlights that give them away. Jimin seldom wears baggy tops, she’s pretty sure this is from Aeri’s laundry pile, and they blend in the crowd seamlessly.
Because she’s well attuned with Minjeong, she knows what the younger woman is looking at way before their manager does.
It’s a newly-opened pasty shop, giving a 50% discount to any couple who buys. Jimin scoffs at it, thinks it’s kind of stupid because how will they know. She’s about to suggest they look for a less crowded shop when she catches the way Minjeon’s eyes are slantedtraveling and doesn't need to pull down the younger woman’s mask to know that she’s smirking.
“No, Minjeong-ah.” She aims for stern but all she gets is an eye roll.
“Be right back,” Minjeong sing-songs, ducking and dodging people effortlessly because of her small frame. Their manager looks like he’s about to faint.
Minjeong rushes towards the shop’s entrance and starts talking to a random guy loitering near the entrance with his phone nearly glued to his eyes. He startles when Minjeong starts a conversation and Jimin clenches her jaw when he makes an unsubtle pass at the length of Minjeong’s body before nodding.
“What is she doing,” their manager hisses, already power-walking towards the pair but they head inside the store before they can even reach them.
They hover near, watching as Minjeong links her arms with the guy and buys a heart-shaped pastry. Just one. Jimin scoffs when they split it in half after paying for it, narrowing her eyes when Minjeong waves her hands goodbye and skips towards where Jimin is.
Her smile doesn’t dim even as their manager scolds her, lecturing that they’re going to need to go now. She just nods and blinks her eyes innocently, munching on her pastry. Jimin’s mad but she can’t deny that her girlfriend looks cute eating with both hands on the treat, sweater paws only showing the tips of her fingers.
They move back towards the parking lot, Jimin half-listening as she glares hard at the guy watching them with a tilted smirk on his face.
“Was there anything else you needed to pick up? If that guy recognized Minjeong then we need to hurry back. I didn’t see anyone pulling out their phone earlier so if he were to tell, there’s no evidence that you went out today.” Their manager grumbles, ramble cut short when Jimin gets his attention.
“Actually,” Jimin clears her throat, casting a glance at Minjeong once and ignoring the whipped cream on the corner of her mouth. “, can you buy Yizhuo and Aeri something to eat, oppa? We’ll stay in the car. You said it yourself, we can’t risk running into that guy again.”
Her justification at the end has their manager nodding in agreement before sighing.
“Lock the car. I’ll only be a couple of minutes.”
Jimin waits, letting the sound of the engine running consume the silence around them until Minjeong starts squirming in her seat.
Minjeong finished eating. She takes a deep breath.
“Why did you do that?” Jimin asks deadly calm, facing forward.
Minjeong glares at her. “Just because.”
Jimin stares back. “Why, Minjeong-ah?” When she finally looks away, not saying anything, Jimin moves closer until she’s got the younger woman pressed up against the door, caging her in. Jimin finally gives in, running her thumb against the corner of Minjeong’s lips even though she’s long licked the whipped cream away.
Slowly, Jimin presses her lips there, then down on Minjeong’s chin, lower on her neck, feeling the vibration of a moan right against her lips. Minjeong always gets whiny when Jimin kisses her softly like this, teasing her, always likes it harder and a little rough. More grounding, not fleeting.
“I’ll ask again,” she breathes hotly, licking a hot stripe from the side of Minjeong’s neck to her ear, nibbling softly on a red tip until Minjeong presses her legs tightly together, still not giving in to holding on to Jimin despite how much Jimin knows she wants to, can see her knuckles flexing white against the seat. “ Why did you do that?”
“I want to make you jealous,” she whimpers, subtly tilting her head to show more of her neck.
Jimin laughs lowly, their chests brushing with how close they are. Minjeong shudders. “Well congratulations,” she whispers, pulling away to look into Minjeong’s eyes. “I’m very, extremely jealous right now.”
Then she dives in.
Jimin kisses her hard, unrelenting pressure until Minjeong moans, opening her mouth to release the sound and Jimin chases the flavor of the pastry on her tongue, kisses Minjeong harder when she remembers that this is the exact same taste on that stupid guy’s mouth right now. Without a doubt thinking about Minjeong as the taste of chocolate explodes in his mouth.
Minjeong pants heavily, legs pressed tightly together when Jimin finally relents, pulling back. Jimin eyes Minjeong’s stubbornly closed fists by her side.
“You taste better than that,” she whispers just in time for their manager to knock a rhythm on the heavily tinted windows.
This time, it was Jimin who spent the entire ride back ignoring Minjeong.
Later.
She sends a quick text to Aeri and Yizhuo.
She’ll have Minjeong later.
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v.
(i.)
Minjeong doesn’t question when they got back to the dorm and their two members are nowhere to be found. She lags behind Jimin, following her into the unnie’s bedroom, shifting her weight from foot to foot as Jimin goes through the motion of taking off her light makeup.
“You didn’t have to kick them out again,” she whispers, sitting at the edge of Jimin’s bed. She’s still a little bit weak in the knees from the kiss Jimin gave her in the car earlier, her underwear pressing uncomfortably between her legs, drenched like they always are when Jimin kisses her like that.
Jimin levels her an unamused look, slowly walking toward her girlfriend. “You’d rather they hear how you sound when I fuck you?” And with her mouth lifting in a teasing smirk, Jimin lowers her head, resting both hands on the bed, right beside Minjeong’s hips. “Again?”
She laughs lightly when Minjeong gets flushed in an instant, remembering the time she got so desperate enough that she humped Jimin’s thigh on the couch. Even though the other two were in the bedrooms, Yizhuo can’t meet their eyes for a week after that and Aeri makes a show of purchasing a well-reviewed noise-canceling headset in front of them both.
“No fair. You promised you’d stop bringing that up,” Minjeong mutters, turning her head to the side.
Slowly, Jimin puts a palm at the center of Minjeong’s chest, pushing softly until the younger woman is reclining on the bed, feet still planted on the floor and elbows bracing her upper body.
“You want to play fair? After pulling that stunt earlier?” Minjeong just stares at her, eyes a little glazed, hips jumping a little as Jimin traces nonsensical shapes at the inseam of her shorts, close to where she needs Jimin. “I thought you’d celebrate a little bit more when you won.”
Jimin gets down on her knees, pressing a light kiss right over the denim in between Minjeong’s legs, smiling when she sees Minjeong’s mouth fall open for a whine to spill.
“Well, I thought I got you worked up enough to fuck me as soon as we get home,” Minjeong’s voice is weak but the challenge jabs at Jimin sharply, her smile dropping in an instant. Minjeong knows what it does to her and when she speaks again, it’s noticeably more breathless. “You know, they asked us to show them proof that we’re a couple. I told them we’re on our first date and you should’ve seen how he blushed. It was so—”
“Okay,” Jimin bites out, expertly undoing the button of Minjeong’s shorts and pulling it down smoothly along with her underwear. She doesn’t get a chance to admire how there’s a visible wet smear on the inside of the denim or the strand of slick that breaks from Minjeong’s cunt and her underwear. “, that’s enough.”
“Finally,” Minjeong sighs out, spreading her legs and laying down fully on the bed. She startles when Jimin bites at the inside of her thigh.
“Elbows. Want you to look at me,” Jimin’s breath is distractedly hot. She knows that Minjeong won’t be able to hold onto her if she’s in that position and Jimin’s fine with it no matter how much she's craving for the sweet pleasure-pain of Minjeong's hands in her hair.
Their eyes meet and Jimin licks.
Minjeong bites her lip, sucking the bottom one inside her mouth. She always wants to suck on something and it's fucking annoying as much as it is arousing. Jimin laps from her entrance then tracing light circles around a stiff clit with the tip of her tongue.
"You know I want to hear you," her voice is deep, deeper than usual, and Minjeong shudders, hips stuttering so she could grind her clit against Jimin's chin. "So dirty."
She teases her tongue against Minjeong's fluttering entrance, loving the wetness that spills, messy and sticky. Soft thighs keep on closing and loosening around her head, the stimulation making Minjeong restless and when Jimin comes up to suck on her clit harshly, Minjeong twists against the sheets, feet kicking up.
"Fuck, unnie…" she pants, hands flexing like she wants to grab at her girlfriend's head but she moves away at the last second, grabbing the sheets instead. Jimin sucks harder. "I won't—ah!—I know what you want."
"Hmm?" Jimin presses the hum right against the root of a clit, relishing the way Minjeong shakes. "Don't act as if you don't want to, either."
"I don't," Minjeong moans stubbornly, Jimin watching as her abdomen flexes, lifting her legs to rest them against Jimin's shoulders. With her new grip, her ankles cross high at Jimin's back, pulling her closer until she's rolling her hips, arching her breasts high into the ceiling, using Jimin.
It's… it does a lot of things to Jimin.
"You're so hot," she surrenders for a moment, lolling out her tongue for Minjeong to grind against, moaning deeply at the feminine taste being spread on her tongue. Jimin closes her eyes for a moment, savoring, before pulling back as much as she can despite the tight grip around her shoulders. "But I need to remind you that you're mine, Minjeong. Okay?"
Minjeong glares at her with no heat, just stubbornness, until Jimin teases her with light kisses against her clit. Her eyes flutter, turning pleading, before nodding lightly. Giving in.
"Okay, unnie."
"Safeword?"
"Target."
She wants to stand up to kiss Minjeong for a moment but she restrains herself, holding it out for later.
Adjusting her knees on the floor, Jimin takes a deep breath, grinning to herself when Minjeong squirms.
Then she eats Minjeong relentlessly, without pause.
It's one of their favorite activities together. Once, Jimin went for two hours just lazily eating Minjeong out when she suggested they spend a night at her childhood home when her parents were out of town. And with years of carefully explored and perfected intimacy between them, Jimin knows just how to drive Minjeong crazy.
She traps a clit in between her lips, laving her tongue on it relentlessly while a finger slowly sneaks its way inside Minjeong, a steady and unmoving pressure pressing right up against her front wall. Jimin doesn't let up, jaw aching from having to fight Minjeong's jumping hips, and when their eyes meet, Jimin moans, the vibration enough to send Minjeong over the edge.
"Yes! Oh, fu…" Minjeong hisses, trailing off as she sobs, hips undulating but still wouldn't hold onto Jimin.
It drives Jimin crazy.
"Again," she growls, not waiting for Minjeong to catch her breath when she starts all over again.
Finally, Minjeong breaks.
“Baby,” she whines, high and keening, falling on the bed. Jimin pushes herself up, bringing Minjeong’s hips with her until only the younger woman’s upper back is on the bed. The new angle lets Jimin look down at Minjeong’s face, twisted in pleasure, and finally, she feels hands pushing her hair back before tangling, pulling. “Good—fuck! So good, oh my god.”
Jimin loves it when Minjeong does this, selfishly directing her face where she needs it, and she finds herself dripping down her thighs the longer this goes on.
“Minjeong-ah,” she pants out, making up for leaving her place on her girlfriend’s cunt by sucking a hickey against her bikini line. “Need you on top. Ride my face, please.”
Minjeong nods, short hair no doubt will tangle like crazy from how she’s moving. They’re both desperate, on edge, and nearly boneless but they manage to take off the rest of their clothes and settle in the middle of Jimin’s bed, making out hotly before Jimin’s ushering Minjeong up up up.
“I love you,” Minjeong sighs as she straddles Jimin’s face, one hand coming back to her girlfriend’s hair and the other planted on the bed. “Only yours.”
The affirmation is the last thing Jimin needs. With one arm, she circles Minjeong’s hip, pulling her closer, and the other snakes down her own body, hissing when her fingers meet her own sensitive flesh.
“Mine,” Jimin grunts out, determined to make Minjeong come again before her. The only thing she can taste and breathe in is Minjeong, the only sounds she can hear are her moans and sighs. “Mine.”
She’s so wet the sounds she makes are obscene and when she notices Minjeong taking glances at her pace in fucking herself, the younger woman matches it with soft rolls of her hips.
Jimin claws at slender hips, desperate, and Minjeong takes the hint.
Their eyes meet and they both fall in love a little bit more.
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“You think they’re done?” Yizhuo hesitates, fingers close to punching their door code.
“The sun’s already setting. I think four hours is enough,” Aeri deadpans, opening the door herself.
She closes it again.
“Please tell me we didn’t just walk in on them again?”
The front door opens and it’s Jimin. “You didn’t,” she bites out, glaring at Aeri. “She just wanted to scare you. We were watching a movie on the couch.”
“Yeah, because the last time we caught you two was not on the couch,” Yizhuo points out, pinching Aeri’s hip as she saunters in their dorm.
Minjeong whines. “When will you stop bringing that up?”
“Never.” All three of them respond at the same time.
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end.
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