Bucket List (ft. TWICE’s Nayeon) - Chapter 4

[Im Squirtle has sent a message:]

My classes got cancelled. See you at SU Cafe in 10.

I’m taking you somewhere after lunch 😉

[Pervert has sent a message:]

Where to, Nayeon?

[Im Squirtle has sent a message:]

Secret.

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You arrive at Seoul U’s cafe in seven minutes. Everywhere you look, students fill your sight. The unforgiving lunch crowd makes you wonder how you’ll spot Nayeon. The worries you have dissipate when the crowd parts before your eyes. Is this what divine intervention felt like in the past?

Im Nayeon moves through the parted crowd fluidly, flashing a polite smile at those who stop to let her pass. When her eyes meet yours, Nayeon hastens her pace, waving to you. The polite smile morphs into a big smile, her adorable bunny teeth on full display as she hops in front of you.

“Hi!’

"Hey.” You instinctively smile, and hers widens in response. Unexpectedly, your hand is in hers, and she pulls you into the cafe.

“Let’s get food first!”

—–

Lunch goes by particularly smoothly. Nayeon whines about her group mates for the final project, and then about the vague specifications. You manage to pay enough attention to her to muster adequate replies, but whatever attention that isn’t on her… is on her, albeit in a different manner.

Nayeon has her hair in curls today. A pendant with an engraving of a four-leaf clover on it hangs around her neck. Your eyes trail down her neck to her top—a simple white piece, encased by a cozy off-shoulder sweater of the same shade. The sweater gives her sweater paws. She looks cute.

What makes her not cute is how her jeans were left unbuttoned, exposing her belly button. When Nayeon sits, a bit of her tummy spills over the waistband of her pants, and you stare at the exposed skin. She looks natural, beautiful, and… perfect?

What is this feeling and why is it so uncomfortable, yet so comfortable?

“… to you. Hey. Hey! Are you listening?” Nayeon waves a hand in front of your face, and you return back to reality with some fumbling of the utensils in your hands.

“Oh, er, um, yes. About the slow bastard.”

“I stopped talking about that five minutes ago. You’re not listening to me~!”

Nayeon folds her arms and puffs her cheeks, huffing as she gives you a mock glare. She looks even more like the cutest bunny now, and the slow pounding of your heart doesn’t really help things.

“Sorry.”

“It’s fine,” Nayeon says, “you’re lucky you look cute when you’re staring.”

“What?”

“Your eyes are on me. All the time.” Nayeon leans closer, amused. “Do you want to see more of me?”

You choke on your own saliva, and Nayeon hurriedly fusses over you, offering a cup of water. When you somewhat recover from your coughing fit, Nayeon giggles, hiding her face behind her large hands.

“You’re laughing at someone who could’ve died.”

“Stop being dramatic. You’re the one who choked thinking about stuff only a pervert thinks about. That’s hardly my fault.”

You have to admit she’s right, but what is partially her fault is how tight your pants feel after her words. You chug the rest of the water, and try to calm down enough to carry on eating.

—–

“And… here we are!”

Nayeon pulls you by the hand up the last flight of stairs you can climb. The door that blocks the next flight reads “Roof Access. No entry to unauthorized personnel.” The breeze sends Nayeon’s hair rippling in its motion, and Nayeon grins as she takes a seat on the second step, tapping the space to her right.

“I like being here.” She is the first to break the silence. “I used to come here when things got stressful every semester, and it hasn’t failed me yet. Just being here calms me.”

The staircase landing overlooks an empty field within the campus. Nayeon’s journey takes both of you through most of the school, and up suspiciously dark flights of stairs until you reach where you sit right now. At this height, you can see the sprawling park beyond the fence that borders the campus, and the apartment blocks at the other side of the park. Bright white clouds move lazily across sky blue, and the view mesmerizes you.

However, the sight of your friend-with-benefits under the glow of the afternoon sun, a slight smile on her face as she releases a deep breath, trumps whatever the view offers you. Nayeon was and still is the prettiest woman you have ever had the pleasure of meeting. Now that she was fully relaxed in her place of healing, with her guard down, you can’t help but marvel at how beautiful she is.

The sun kisses her porcelain skin, and you notice how beautiful her eyelashes are. Nayeon’s bright expressive eyes have dimmed to a warm glow, and you note the rhythmic rise and fall of her shoulders as she breathes. When you let your eyes trail down to her cute nose and full lips, Nayeon shifts, catching your attention.

“You’re looking again.”

“Sorry.” You panic, looking away. This is the second time you’ve been caught. However, you can’t help but think about why you’re panicking. She’s just a friend, insanely pretty, downright hot, maybe even the ideal girl, but a friend nonetheless. Why the panic?

“It’s fine. I don’t mind.”

“Why did you bring me here?”

“Good things must be shared. I trust you to keep this place a secret, by the way. If I find someone here that isn’t you, then I’m going to come kick your ass.”

Nayeon smiles, rising from her seat on the steps. She moves to the railing, then turns back to you, leaning on the metal behind her.

“It’s our last year here. I wanted to share this place with someone since I found it in Year 2, and I think you’re good enough to know.”

Your heart flutters. She thought you were someone worth sharing a secret spot with?

Nayeon then giggles, and in your distraction, the next thing you see is Nayeon extending a hand to you, pulling you to stand. When you rise, she stands on the tips of her toes, and then her breath tickles your ear.

“Wanna fuck?”

—–

Nayeon’s bare upper body never fails to arouse you.

Your mouth roams up and down her neck, trailing wet kisses and licks. Nayeon pulls you close to her, the moans in your ear evidence of how good she feels. Your hands roam the bare skin of her back, mapping the smooth surface along your palms. Her sweater and top lie forgotten in a pile next to the both of you.