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This is all Gahyun's fault, and she isn't even here.
To be fair, Handong being here, in this club, is technically Yoohyeon's fault. Still, this wouldn't be happening if Gahyun hadn't gone and started dating her old high school crush.
Because now Handong is stuck in a booth, definitely not sulking as she waits for Yoohyeon to get back from getting drinks with the couple who are apparently opening a third slot.
Yoohyeon, who's always been scared of hot women, begged Handong to come with her so she wouldn't have to deal with Jihyo and Jeongyeon—plus friends—by herself. Only for her to disappear with said couple at the first opportunity and leave Handong to deal with Jihyo and Jeongyeon's friends by herself. Figures.
Handong has met most of them before, brief outings ever since Gahyun and Dahyun started dating. Momo is quiet, unobtrusive until she steps onto the dance floor and inevitably calls all eyes to herself. Sana is sweet, easily excitable but very empathetic. She seems to instinctively know that Handong prefers to keep to herself, and doesn't bother her unless it's to offer a small smile and check that she's all right.
And then there's—
"Heyyy," Nayeon says, smiling obnoxiously as she leans over the table so she can be heard over the pounding bass. Not that she needs to worry. Handong knows many loud people—she's friends with Bora, for fuck's sake—but none of them have the ability to annoy her quite as much as Nayeon does.
She pretends not to listen, turning her head to try and search for Yoohyeon in the crowded mass of bodies., excluding Nayeon from her line of sight. Handong knows she's being rude, but she's just tipsy enough to not really give a fuck. Handong likes all of Dahyun's other friends, surely Gahyun—and now Yoohyeon—won't blame her if Handong doesn't get along with one.
Nayeon clearly knows a thing or two about being tipsy herself, swaying as she walks around the table to kneel in the booth directly next to Handong. Her bare thigh is dangerously close to Handong's side.
Handong steadily ignores her, but of course Nayeon doesn't get the hint. Handong can practically feel Nayeon next to her, even her silence is so damn loud.
Handong has no other choice but to take a drastic measure: she gets up awkwardly with the table in her way, forcing Nayeon to back up so she can finally exit the confines of the booth. If her shoulder brushes Nayeon's chest as she moves, Handong absolutely does not notice it.
"I need to go to the bathroom," she says, accounting for the slim possibility of Yoohyeon coming back and asking where she went.
"Oh great, me too!" And before Handong can try to backtrack Nayeon is already grabbing her hand and pulling her directly towards the chaos of sweaty people.
It's the only reason Handong doesn't let go. Being left in the middle of strangers grinding on each other is still worse than Nayeon's soft hand on her palm, even if only slightly. Nayeon's skin is sweaty, her grip firm. Her nails, short and painted pastel pink, dig into her wrist. Handong shivers with repulsion.
They arrive at the bathroom decidedly faster than if Handong had gone by herself. There must be at least eight people in line, and she's thankful she doesn't actually need to go.
She doesn't even realize they're still holding hands until Nayeon pulls her close to whisper in her ear. "That woman in the black top looks like she's about to piss herself."
Nayeon's hot breath so close to her face and the touch of her skin are disorienting. Handong snatches her hand free, trying to step back in the limited space between Nayeon and the next person.
Nayeon doesn't even seem to notice, already blabbering about another person in line, about the cute bartender who offered her free drinks and even about her dog, going so far as to show Handong a picture. Handong's a cat person through and through, but even she can internally admit that the dog is indeed very cute.
The line passes quickly with Nayeon's constant yapping, and before she knows it they're already inside the bathroom, only one person ahead of them. The music is thankfully muffled, but still Nayeon feels the need to lean in close to Handong as though she still has to struggle to be heard.
"You don't talk much, do you?"
God. Handong doesn't even try to hide her eye-roll. If only the people occupying the stalls would go any fucking faster. She turns to finally face Nayeon. "Did you ever think that maybe I just don't want to talk to you?"
She half expects Nayeon to scoff, to leave and go tell her friends all about how rude Handong is. She definitely doesn't expect Nayeon to smile wider, flipping her hair back over her shoulder with a casualness that would seem forced on anyone else.
"Oh, sweetheart," Nayeon simpers, and Handong grinds her teeth at the term, "and who said I came all the way here just to talk?"
Given Nayeon's teeth and her cheeks, the obvious animal comparison would be a cute, fluffy bunny. But as Handong turns to look at her, shocked speechless, all she can think about is that Nayeon is the proverbial cat who got the canary.
She jumps at the feeling of Nayeon's hand on her waist, doesn't even have time to be embarrassed about it before she's guided towards the stall that just emptied without Handong noticing. She hears someone cuss loudly in line, cheeks flaming at the thought of what everyone will assume they're doing.
Handong doesn't plan on doing anything but marching right out of this stall and this bathroom and possibly the club altogether, Yoohyeon be damned. Somehow, she finds herself leaning on the wall with Nayeon's breath dangerously close to her face, her eyes intense as she regards Handong with seriousness for what feels like the first time ever.
"You're so tense," Nayeon says, and it should be a tease but Handong can sense real concern behind it. "Are you sure you want this?"
Handong scoffs. It should be so, so obvious that she doesn't, that she despises Nayeon with her loud mouth and her bunny teeth and her soft skin, but as Handong raises her traitorous hands to push her away she finds herself drawing her closer instead.
And Handong does despise Nayeon's tongue inside her mouth, Nayeon's strong thigh parting her legs. Handong hates Nayeon's hair inside her fist, the moan she lets out as Handong pulls it roughly, her nails digging crescents into skin before making a descent under Handong's shorts, between Handong's legs.
Handong absolutely loathes the fingers that drive inside her with little resistance, the thumb that rubs her clit and causes her stomach to clench, making her burn inside out. She hates Nayeon's intent eyes, drinking her every reaction, hates how Nayeon kisses her as soon as she cums and muffles her moans against her lips.
Handong detests everything about Nayeon. But as she turns them around to push her against the wall, running her hands over the heated skin of Nayeon's thighs and tasting the sweat on her neck, Handong decides that maybe she should make an effort to try and get along with her. You know, just for her friends’ sake.