Game (ft. TWICE's Mina & Nayeon)

The game is in its final stages.

Twist. Turn. Slipstream.

The end, the light at the end of the tunnel, the waves of victory… dashed.

“Fuck yes, I win! I win, I win, I win, I win!” Nayeon throws her Switch onto her bed, squealing loudly while flailing her limbs haphazardly. “Take that, Myoui!”

The blue shell. That little blue piece of shit homed in with killing intent, and with its impact, it shattered dreams, broke hopes, and destroyed spirits. The recipient of said blue shell, or more accurately, the player, sank onto her bed, as if the blue shell were literal, and not pixels on her Switch. Perhaps it would not be wrong to say that disappointment was her literal blue shell.

“Fuck you, Im! I know you cheated, you little shit! Let’s start again!”

“How can someone even cheat on this game—fuck, whatever.”

The intensity of the staredown between Myoui Mina and Im Nayeon could have started a fire, with the figurative sparks between their eyes. Fueled by indignation, desperation, and sheer will, Nayeon smirks.

“Fine, Myoui. How about a wager?”

“State your terms, Im.”

“Best of three. Loser has to do the winner’s bidding.”

“You’re on. Prepare to be my bitch, Im.”

“Heh, like that’d happen, Myoui. Let’s go.”

The game begins again.

—–

The final countdown.

Seventh. There goes Metal Mario.

Goodbye, Toad. Fifth.

Heh, seeya, Luigi. Third. The end is in sight.

With a determined flick of her thumb, the green shell leaves her possession. Each second ticking on the clock is a second closer towards inevitable doom. Nayeon smirked. Call an ambulance, but not for her.

“NO! FUCK, NO!”

Nayeon laughed as her character’s kart left carnage in her wake. Nothing beat a good old green shell, the tried and true method of dream destruction. Sometimes, you didn’t need anything fancy to beat your rival—a good old turtle was all you needed. The beautiful “1st” popped up on her side of the screen, while “4th” popped up on that of her rival’s. As she slapped her fellow groupmate on the shoulder following her victory, Nayeon fell backward, her bellowing laughter was accompanied by the loud groan courtesy of Mina.

“Oh, Mina~” Nayeon’s obnoxious and audible smirk is something Mina wants to slap off her face. “I want you to…” She trails off, stroking her chin with her fingers, feigning indecisiveness as she sits upright to meet Mina’s gaze. The glint of mischief betrays her act.

“I want you to find two men that strike your fancy, and have them fuck the cum out of you. Prove to me that you’re not the prude I think you are.”

Mina’s jaw goes slack. However, it doesn’t faze her for long. The glare Mina has across her features is something Nayeon rarely sees.

“Fine, unnie. I’m going to get the best damn sex I’ll ever have. Watch me.”

—————

The bar is the first place Mina hits up to finally attempt completion of the challenge. Every location she thinks up to try is immediately shut down when she considers her reputation. For an idol who is firmly in the limelight, there is no place safe enough to request casual sex without any fallout.

Mina hugs the walls of this bar, the dim lighting allowing for shadows to be casted over her seat. Under her hoodie, cap, and mask, she blends in well with the dark. Mina chuckles at the thought that maybe she could pass off as an assassin somewhere in the world. Maybe back home in Japan, under the yakuza?

Mina nurses her third cup of orange juice for the night, sipping slowly from the straw. Tonight, not only is she hiding from the paparazzi, she’s hiding from herself.

Half a month had passed since Nayeon issued her challenge. That also meant half a month had passed without Mina making any progress. While Mina knew Nayeon wouldn’t hold this over her head, as Nayeon’s challenges were usually made in jest, she didn’t want to fail. Something irked her in Nayeon’s choice of words, in Nayeon’s tone.

“Prove to me that you’re not the prude I think you are.”

Nayeon sounded like she knew Mina wouldn’t do it. Nayeon was underestimating Mina. Mina scoffed. Fine, she’ll do it.

Saying is one thing, doing is another. In theory, this was simple. Mina just had to make her move: find two decent guys; bring them home; get dicked down by both of them at the same time, which coincidentally would be her first time. Not only was the task clear, the timing for tonight was nothing short of perfect—Nayeon is out for dinner with her friends. Mina prays for luck, specifically that she’d be lucky enough to bag two men tonight and prove Nayeon wrong.

Tonight, the bar serves multitudes of twenty-somethings. Friday nights were always an excuse for the youths to hang out or party. Mina joined the crowd tonight, but each second passing just felt like a second she shouldn’t be spending here. No top idol should be out drinking, let alone by herself, even if it was just juice. Mina cursed her allergy to alcohol—she sure needed the liquid courage right now.

Mina scanned the entire bar for any new patrons. Most of the youths here had been here for longer than she had, or they didn’t strike her fancy. She considered calling it a night—either she left, or the bartender would make her, with his annoyed glance and all. Dropping her eyes to her own drink, she hoped no one would catch wind of her identity. A report ending up at the company would certainly spell disaster for her.

As she sips the last of her juice, she lets herself taste one last glimmer of hope. At that moment, her gaze landed on broad shoulders, tight muscles, and… oh, wow, two hot dudes. Subconsciously, her tongue darted out to swipe at her dry lips.

Two pairs of eyes met. Mina broke contact first, the surprise locking her body in place. Somehow, through the bustle of the bar, she hears one of the two men say “Yo. Empty seats.” Another glance confirms her suspicion—the men make their way to her.

When the men take their seats, Mina remains quiet. Both men are handsome, and they intimidate her a little. She lets her eyes roam over their upper body. Broad shoulders, built chest, tight arms. Her mind wanders somewhere relatively mature, conjuring an image of her between both men, each man filling out her holes…

“Pardon my curiosity Miss, but you seem out of place tonight. Is there a reason you’re dressed like you’re here to shank someone?”

Mina starts, not expecting any of the men to speak to her. She giggles uneasily, and the same man takes notice of her nerves. “Oh, you don’t have to talk if you don’t want to. I was just curious, sorry.”

“Ah, no. You don’t have to apologize. I just felt like it.” Mina cringed, internally criticising her given reason. She was out of her comfort zone tonight, and the struggle between completing the challenge and giving up kept her on edge.

“Mmh, I see.”

“I don’t think I’m staying for much longer.”

“Oh, just when we met too, a pity. One drink before you go?”

Mina scanned both men. They seemed decent enough from their demeanor, unlike the stereotypical horny bastards trying to pick up chicks at a bar. The offer was sincere, and she found herself accepting.

—–

Conversation between Mina and both men flowed surprisingly well. Both men were well-educated and polite, which made them so easy to talk to. The conversation had spanned almost an hour before Mina noticed they hadn’t introduced themselves.

“Oh, how rude of me, my name’s Mina.”

“Ah, I’m Minsoo, and my friend here”—he points to the other man—”is Jinhwan. I can’t believe we didn’t introduce ourselves.”