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Hyunjin licked her lips, anxiety and something like hopeful anticipation rattling around in her chest. She knew what she needed to do, but not knowing how it would play out was making her pulse kick in her throat.
She rubbed a thumb along the side of her phone, double tapping the screen to wake it up. Her wallpaper smiled up at her- Hyunjin's own face, Changbin, Chan, and Minho. The group of them on a hike Chan had arranged and Hyunjin had whined about.
Hyunjin's gaze stuck on Minho, soft brown hair pulled up in a ponytail. Her arm around Hyunjin's waist.
Her thumb hovered over the messenger app. She could do this. She was doing this.
you:
Unnie, I have to ask you something.
Hyunjin scooted up so she was propped against her headboard, smoothing her duvet with her bare foot while she watched her message go from delivered to read.
Minho was awful with texting. But she still always replied to Hyunjin.
Favoritism, their other friends would complain. To which Minho would confidently say obviously. Hyunjin’s my favorite.
She'd give Hyunjin piggyback rides and feed her first when she was grilling meat. She called her princess and doted on her like she really was one.
Hyunjin hoped she wasn't going to make Minho mad. She wanted to stay her favorite.
Minho Unnie 😼:
So ask~
Hyunjin huffed out a laugh at Minho’s flippant attitude. Some things couldn't be changed, favorite or not.
you:
Changbin-oppa asked me out today
Hyunjin swallowed, throat clicking, as she pressed send.
Minho Unnie 😼:
That's not a question
Hyunjin grumbled under her breath, adrenaline creeping down to her fingers.
you:
I told him I have to ask you first
They'd dated, Minho and Changbin. Back in college for about six months, before Minho had come out. Their relationship ended amicably, and they were obviously still friends. But Hyunjin was pretty sure she had to ask permission to date her friend's ex, even if said friend was a lesbian and the ex was a man.
The typing bubble popped up and disappeared.
Appeared.
Disappeared.
Hyunjin felt like she was going to be sick. This was a mistake.
Minho Unnie 😼:
What do you want unnie to say?
You can do what you want
It wasn't the worst reaction, to be sure. But it was disquieting. She was so blasé about it. Surely she had to have some sort of feelings one way or another?
Hyunjin had hit the call button before common sense could intervene. Telling Minho she got asked out by her ex and then calling with no warning…
She just wanted to hear her voice. Maybe if she could hear Minho say it, she'd be able to read her true feelings in the inflection and tone. As words floating in front of her on the screen, they could mean anything.
“Hyunjin-ah,” Minho said when she picked up after the third ring.
She didn't sound mad.
“Unnie,” Hyunjin replied, the word feeling good in her mouth. She wanted to chew on it and then suck on the pieces until it disintegrated under her tongue.
Minho sighed over the line when Hyunjin didn't say anything else.
Hyunjin's fingers tightened around her phone, warm against her ear.
“Is unnie mad?”
“Why would you think that?” Minho asked, a light laugh echoing through the speaker. “I told you that you can do whatever you want. If you want to go out with Changbin, I'm not going to stop you.”
It was Hyunjin's turn to sigh, the puff of air crackling back at her.
“Not stopping me isn't the same as…” she trailed off, unsure of what she wanted to say.
“You want unnie's blessing, is that it?”
Minho’s voice was so smooth, so soft. Hyunjin wanted to bathe in her vowels.
She made a noise- part hum, part whine. She was frustrated, but didn't know what to say to make it not so.
“Hyunjin-ah,” Minho said gently, voice curling in her ear like smoke. “Unnie will give you her blessing. You just have to do unnie a favor.”
A favor? The request was unexpected as much as anything Minho said could be. But it had Hyunjin perking up, hoping that this- whatever this was- was that immeasurable response she was looking for.
“Okay,” she agreed, heart picking up as she waited for Minho to tell her what the favor was. She already knew she would do it though.
She thought Minho knew too.
“I just want you to think,” Minho started, voice seeming to dip as it wafted through the phone, “about how close we'll be. Just one degree of separation between us.”
Hyunjin's blood rushed in her ears, and she momentarily worried that it would drown out what Minho would say next.
“When you kiss him, remember unnie kissed him first,” she went on, voice smooth like a paintbrush against canvas- a dark stroke of color left in its wake. “So when you feel his lips, you're feeling mine.”
Hyunjin gasped, pulse thrumming in her chest, her neck, between her thighs.
She squeezed her legs together, but it brought no satisfaction.
Phone still pressed close enough to her ear to hurt, she reached out and grabbed her body pillow, pulling it against her and wrapping her thighs around it.
The pressure of the pillow between her legs made her sigh as she felt herself pulse, but it wasn't enough.
“When he kisses you, you'll taste me too,” Minho told her, voice deceptively light for the way it ripped through Hyunjin's body, straight to her core.
She rolled, pillow still clenched between her thighs, so she was above it, body rocking down to seek relief. And that was better, jolts of warmth radiating out through her body as she moved her hips, but she felt crazy- head spinning, breath coming fast.
“Are you thinking about it, Hyunjin-ah?” Almost casual, the way she asked. As if her words weren't turning Hyunjin's mind into molten lava.
“Yes,” she answered, trying to keep her breathing slow enough that Minho wouldn't know that she was riding her pillow- her phone pressed to her ear with her shoulder.
“Good,” she praised, and Hyunjin nearly whimpered into the speaker.
Maybe she did know what Hyunjin was doing.
That only made her burn hotter.
Hyunjin was soaked- underwear sticking to her like a second skin. How had she gotten wet so fast? Had she been wet before she'd called?
She couldn't remember, trembling as she dragged her clothed cunt against her pillow and bit her lip against the sound that tried to creep up her throat.
“If he goes down on you, you know he did that on unnie first, right?”
Minho’s voice was too steady for her to be touching herself too. But she didn't sound unaffected- a roughness seeping into her usually dulcet tone.
That was what Hyunjin clutched to her chest as she held tight to her bedding.
She wasn't the only one dizzy with desire. Minho was thinking about it too. Was she picturing Hyunjin flat on her back, thighs spread with a tongue against her pussy as she writhed in ecstasy? She had to be.
Hyunjin wanted her to, chasing her release and almost wishing Minho were there to see it.
“If he kisses you deep enough, maybe you won't just taste unnie's mouth,” Minho promised like a prayer, words like dark velvet pressed to her neck, strangling the air out of her lungs.
Hyunjin was too out of control to tame the wet gasp as she rolled her hips, fuzzy pleasure unfurling in her belly and suffusing her to the tips of her toes.
“Too bad unnie can't taste you too,” she simpered on a regretful sigh, condescension dripping from her words like honey Hyunjin wanted to lap up. “I bet you would taste so sweet for me.”
Hyunjin shoved a knuckle into her mouth, but failed to completely muffle the moan as she came to the sound of Minho's voice- clit trembling as she circled her hips desperately until the aftershocks of pleasure started to ebb.
“Good girl,” Minho cooed, and Hyunjin whimpered, tears in her eyes.
There was no sense in hiding it now- Minho clearly knew what had happened.
“Unnie,” Hyunjin begged, voice shaking as much as her thighs.
“What Hyunjin-ah?” Minho’s voice was soft around her name. It always was. Hyunjin wanted to curl up in it.
“I want that,” she confessed, eyes closed as she listened to Minho breathe through the phone. “Please, unnie.”
“I thought you were going out with Changbin,” she tossed back. It was supposed to be flippant, but Hyunjin could hear the tremor underneath. The soft, white belly of feelings she didn't let anyone see.
But Hyunjin wanted to see all of it.
“I lied,” she admitted, voice small and body braced for impact. “I'm sorry.”
“You lied about which part?” Minho asked, a sharp breath in and then out.
The phone was so warm against her ear she could almost smell it like the plastic of the old cordless landline her parents still had for emergencies.
With her eyes closed, Hyunjin could picture Minho in her own room- eyes shut and nostrils flared as she tried to breathe through the tumultuous emotions she tried to flatten to keep out of sight like a lone sock kicked under the bed.
Hyunjin wanted to pull all of it out- untwist it and smooth it out to see every divot and crevice.
She licked her lips, dry from her harsh breathing.
“About Changbin-oppa asking me out,” she said quietly, ears ringing and hands shaking. “He didn't.”
Without the lie, she felt see-through. She had nothing to bolster her recklessness anymore, just her own desperate need for her unnie's attention.
“Why did you lie to me?”
She sounded stern but not mad. Maybe a little hopeful. Or maybe that was just Hyunjin's own hope mirrored in the feedback from the call- an echo like she was on speaker and forced to hear her own voice bouncing back over the line.
“I wanted to know what you'd say,” she confessed on a held breath, listening to the pause like she was scrying for answers.
“Why?” Minho pressed, no indifference left to be found.
“I wanted unnie to ask me out instead,” she whispered before the words shriveled in her throat, eyes squeezing shut at her own confession.
Minho blew out a breath right into the speaker.
What if she'd messed it all up? She shouldn't have lied. She shouldn't have called. She-
“Hyunjin-ah,” Minho interrupted her spiraling thoughts, voice lighter than it had been. “I have another favor to ask.”
Hyunjin's chest ballooned with hope, fingers almost cramping as she clutched the phone eagerly to her ear like she might miss what came next.
“Come on a date with me,” she requested, a smile in her voice that had Hyunjin's heart flipping over in her chest. “And then unnie will forgive you for lying.”
Hyunjin let out a relieved laugh, curling into a ball on top of the covers and barely restraining herself from squealing.
Minho was silent on the other end of the line, but Hyunjin could picture her smile. She could practically feel it.
“Okay,” she agreed, giddy.
Minho scoffed.
“All that, and I get just an okay?”
Hyunjin laughed, unrestrained now- flopped on her side and hugging the pillow so tightly to her chest she wondered how it hadn't burst open in her arms in an explosion of fabric and fluff. It was how her heart felt too.
“I'll make it up to you, unnie,” she promised around a smile, legs kicking out so the sweat behind her knees would start to dry. And then, because she was feeling cheeky, “I'll be sweet for unnie, just like you said.”
There was a sound like an inhale and then a cough, like Minho had choked on air.
Hyunjin grinned, pleased with herself.
“Brat,” Minho scolded when she’d gathered herself, coughing once more and making Hyunjin giggle gleefully.
“But I'm your favorite,” she reminded her, beaming at the ceiling as Minho muttered something about her still being a brat.
That was fine. She was still Minho’s favorite.
And the truth was, Minho was her favorite too.