Good Girl

“Do you really think that’s a good idea?”

Wonyoung rolls her eyes, ignoring the judgement seeping out of Yujin’s words as she does a little twirl in front of the full-length mirror, heart jumping at the sight of the pleated skirt lifting like a spinning top. 

“I think it’s cute,” Gaeul says, cocking her head to admire Wonyoung. The praise settles in Wonyoung’s gut and spreads like liquid fire through her veins, ending in a faint flush on her apple cheeks. Though Wonyoung would rather die before admitting that her best friend’s praise is the reason why she’s taking extra time to put on a little show in front of the mirror. 

Yujin’s eyes narrow and Wonyoung is glad that the older girl is staring at her through the mirror— more at her legs, but Yujin has always erred on the conservative side, quick to cover her bare skin with a jacket or towel and even quicker to crack a joke at her expense. 

Yujin pulls Gaeul toward her and they talk in low voices, though loud enough for Wonyoung to catch snatches of it. 

“...can’t you be happy…My best friend is…instead of sleeping in.”

“But…like a wet dream…eat her alive.”

“Baby, stop…with friends…be fine.”

It’s not the first time she’s heard this argument, so Wonyoung ignores them in favour of diving into the growing pile of clothes on her bed, tossing each piece aside until she finds a white shirt with a blue sailor collar. It’s a bit too tight and the hem rides up her belly. Perfect. 

She turns around to the bickering duo after pulling it on. 

“So?”

Gaeul reaches up to pinch Wonyoung’s cheek. “I think,” she says, beaming at the taller girl with pride, “that you’re gonna have a lot of fun tonight.”

Yujin snickers. “No she won’t.” Though her eyes are glued to the sliver of skin at Wonyoung’s midsection. 

“Stop it. Be nice to her,” Gaeul says, nudging the two of them.

Wonyoung extends an olive branch, pulling Yujin in for a hug, heart beating fast at the way Yujin’s hands wrap around her a bit too tight. Wonyoung breathes in a scent that is quintessentially Yujin.

Another thing that’s quintessentially Yujin: “At least put on a jacket.”

Annoyed, Wonyoung pushes Yujin away. “I know how to take care of myself, mom.” Yujin’s ears turn red and Gaeul laughs.

Wonyoung leaves her apartment with only her best friend’s girlfriend in her mind, and how irritatingly good she smells. 

Wonyoung is losing her mind. 

The karaoke lounge is dark and hazy, dim mood lighting pulsing around the edges of the ceiling. Stiff pleather of the sofa sticks to the underside of her bare thighs and not for the first time tonight, Wonyoung sighs at the choices made by her past self.

Stupid, stupid Wonyoung should have listened to Yujin. Yujin is always right, always knows when Wonyoung goes too far out of her comfort zone. Like this stupid fucking skirt that’s way too short. If Yujin were here, she would grab Wonyoung to the side and berate her for her poor life choices. 

Maybe next Friday night she’ll curl up in the sofa and read a trashy romance novel with her wide-rimmed glasses instead of the contacts that are drying up her poor eyes right now. Be a good girl for Yujin instead of making herself miserable like this.

But Yujin isn’t here. Minju is (with a couple other mutual friends but they’re not important right now). Minju sits right beside her, head nodding as she waits for the karaoke machine to load up their song. Minju is God’s gift to humanity. Small pretty face, doe eyes, soft and (Wonyoung cannot emphasize this enough as she is within shampoo-sniffing range) pleasantly floral-smelling hair.

Wonyoung wonders for a moment what it would be like to be gay and in a relationship with Minju. Getting to pull her close for a hug every day and breathing in the scent of angels. They would make a good couple, Wonyoung thinks to herself. Holding hands while walking by the beach. Cuddling with her after a long day, face buried in the crook of Yujin Minju’s slim—

Back to the main point. Wonyoung is convinced that Minju is like her soulmate or something. Minju’s whole look screams campus girl crush, her selfies all moody and frowny and pouty. So it made complete sense when Minju rocked up to the hangout wearing a black leather jacket that was too small to button up all the way, a denim skirt and a pair of combat boots.

And Minju’s left nipple is pierced.

How would Wonyoung know? It’s rather simple. They went to the bar earlier. Minju reached down to fuss with her bootlaces. Now, Wonyoung is no stranger to having beautiful women kneel in front of her (Yujin laces her shoes all the time), but never has she seen such a wonderful sight in her life: Minju’s jacket parting wider to reveal a tight mesh top (no bra!!) and a glint of something shiny attached to the aforementioned left nipple.

Wonyoung is definitely not crushing hard on Minju but her curiosity gets the better of her. She just has to know if the other nipple is also pierced. And how it would feel, having the cool metal in her—

“Wonnie?”

Wonyoung shivers at the way her nickname rolls of Minju’s tongue. Her long, pink tongue, that would no doubt feel very good pressed up against her—

Minju clears her throat. Wonyoung’s cheeks are dusted pink as she turns around to look at her friend. She’s holding two microphones, bringing them towards her as if asking Wonyoung to choose. 

But Wonyoung simply stares at the long slim fingers of Minju’s outstretched hand, wondering how it would look like with a pretty little ring on it. Not in a gay way, of course. It’s just that Minju’s fingers are so long and delicate. And how they would look, glistening with slick as Yujin Minju pumps her fingers into Wonyoung’s wet—

Minju clears her throat again. Wonyoung picks the mic on the right. Minju smirks, and it takes all of Wonyoung’s willpower to not collapse into a puddle at the sight. As the song begins playing, Wonyoung drinks in the velvet taste of Minju’s singing voice. Husky, dreamy, and a little bit raspy. Perfect for the RnB number they’re playing. Also perfect for urging Wonyoung on as she rides—

“It’s your part, silly.”

Wonyoung locks in, the entire room clapping along as they finish the duet. Of course it doesn’t feel as fun as singing with Yujin, which Wonyoung has done thousands of times at the insistence of her best friend’s girlfriend. But maybe, just maybe, Wonyoung should branch out and hang out with other people. So Wonyoung turns to smile at Minju but the spell is broken. Minju is making out messily with her girlfriend, Yunah, and their friends are now cheering them on. Wonyoung looks away politely, wishing she were anywhere but here.

The ride home was awkward, Wonyoung third-wheeling at the back as Yunah drives, one hand gripping Minju’s thigh the entire time. Not for the last time, Wonyoung wonders what it would be like to have a girlfriend. Funnily enough she imagines herself in Minju’s position, being doted on by Yunah who fusses over every little thing for her. 

In her mind, Yunah’s face blurs into Yujin’s. Her annoying face, every single inch of it captivating, from the stupidly cute dimples to the stupidly long eyelashes to the stupidly plush lips. Wonyoung imagines leaning forward to capture Yujin’s mouth onto hers, just like how Minju did with Yunah back in the lounge earlier.

She shakes her head. That’s so stupid. 

Some muted goodbyes later, Wonyoung trudges up the stairs in her flats. Thank goodness that Yujin stamped her foot down at the idea of Wonyoung wearing heels in that outfit. Before she could even knock a second time, the front door swings open to reveal Yujin in her pajamas. 

Wonyoung keeps her mouth shut as Yujin does a once over before clicking her mouth. “Go get changed.”

“Where’s Gaeul?”

“She fell asleep earlier.”

Wonyoung walks past the living room, noting the TV screen paused on a movie scene. She quietly nudges open her bedroom door and picks up the oversized t-shirt folded neatly on her bed, the mountain of clothes from earlier having mysteriously disappeared. Wonyoung doesn’t question it, knowing that Yujin is a neat freak, though she mentally prepares herself for more nagging. 

Having changed into the t-shirt and swapping the contacts for her trusty wide-rimmed glasses, Wonyoung slips back out to the living room, book in hand. It’s a trashy romance novel. 

Yujin is sitting on the sofa, patting the space beside her. It’s warm, definitely from Gaeul who must have gone to bed not long ago. Wonyoung settles into the spot, resting her head on Yujin’s shoulder. Yujin rests a hand on Wonyoung’s thigh, scratching lightly up and down, the tingling sensation soothing Wonyoung after the overstimulating night. Wonyoung presses further into Yujin, using her as a personal space heater. She sighs and opens the book, finger sliding down to find her spot on the page.

“You had fun tonight?”

“Nope.”

“That’s what I thought. Good girl.”

Not for the last time, Wonyoung thinks that Yujin was right. She should have just stayed in and read a trashy romance novel while her best friend’s girlfriend pets her thigh and calls her a good girl.