Practice (ft. LOONA's Heejin & Hyunjin)

Heejin will be the death of Hyunjin someday.

How can someone be so perfect? Silky smooth hair, bright and expressive eyes, a beautiful high-bridged nose, a pair of thin and kissable lips, and a body that Hyunjin is definitely attracted to.

Of course, her body isn’t the be-all-and-end-all, because Heejin herself is a sweetheart. Hyunjin has been with her the longest—being trainees with the company together, being sent on MixNine with Haseul, comforting each other and being the other’s support throughout their younger teen years. Even now, when they are near their 20s, Hyunjin still thinks the world of Jeon Heejin. She maintains that she cannot live without Heejin by her side.

With that said, Hyunjin always gets pangs of guilt when she thinks of Heejin in those ways. She can’t help it. Heejin is gorgeous, and Hyunjin, being a hormonal teen, can’t stop herself from having perverted thoughts about her. Even now, as Heejin mouths the words to Mark-sunbaenim’s rap, practicing the choreography for Cherry Bomb, Hyunjin fails to stop her eyes from running down Heejin’s back, watching her dance to the song. She fails to stop herself from thinking about what Heejin would look like pinned against the wall, Hyunjin’s lips on hers as she touches Heejin over her shirt. She fails to stop herself from wondering what it’d feel like to tease her ass with her cock, or what it’d be like to fuck Heejin. She fails to stop thinking about how Heejin would look like jerking herself to an orgasm.

Now she has a boner. Fuck.

Hyunjin sighs, planting her face in her hands. She wonders if the bulge is visible… and yes, yes it is. She crosses a leg over the other, blushing heavily, forcing herself to stop staring at Heejin.

Damn it, she’s way too hot.

—–

Hyunjin barely manages to get herself calm enough to get ready for filming. Today, the company is shooting the Cherry Bomb dance practice video, and it’s basically more torture for Hyunjin. To make matters worse, she and Jinsoul have a longer break since their parts are in the middle of the song. The staff call for the first part of filming to begin, and Hyunjin is immediately entranced by Heejin.

Heejin’s intense stare at the camera intimidates Hyunjin a little. Heejin gets into the vibe of the song and choreography immediately, her moves powerful and fluid. Hyunjin forgets to breathe—Heejin looks… insanely hot. She watches as Heejin hops into the center, mouthing the rap as she smirks, her eyes locked dead center into the lens. Behind the monitoring screen, Hyunjin gulps, licking her dry lips. Not right now…

Her eyes track Heejin’s movement throughout this part of the filming. Every take they do, Heejin is all Hyunjin takes note of. As Heejin is lifted in the air, Hyunjin stares at the girl in real life, and the intense aura she exudes makes Hyunjin’s heart skip a beat.

God, Heejin looks so good. Every swish of her hair, every shake of her body and her hand, every move she executes just makes Hyunjin mentally break down. In this styling, just a simple black tee, track pants, and sneakers, Heejin looks… well, good. Way too good.

Hyunjin groans lowly as mental images of Heejin biting a hand, muffling her moans as Hyunjin thrusts into her fills her mind. Not again…

Hyunjin insists on staying for extra practice, or so she says to her members. One by one, they leave the practice room, leaving her alone. When the door closes, she releases a sigh, anticipating her next few actions.

Hyunjin sinks on the sofa, thinking about Jeon Heejin once more. Her mind takes her to a few weeks back, when they shot a dance cover of BTS-sunbaenim’s Fire. Hyunjin remembers being positioned behind Heejin for most of the dance, and having her eyes stray. She remembers staring at Heejin’s sweat running down her forehead, at the shirt sticking to her body. She remembers Heejin’s heavy breathing, and how she swiped her hair back, bunching it up to tie in a ponytail post shoot. She remembers Heejin’s facial expressions during the dance, her innate charisma in front of a camera, and her confidence.

But most of all, Hyunjin remembers how Heejin innocently backhugged her after practice, her deep voice in Hyunjin’s ear. She still hears it in her head from time to time.

“You did good today, Jini.”

Hearing how softly Heejin uttered her nickname then awoke something in Hyunjin. Until now, she can’t get rid of the idea of Heejin using that name on her in bed, as she rides her shaft.

It is with that thought that Hyunjin shamefully draws her pants down her hips, exposing her hardened shaft to the cool air. Hyunjin wraps her hand around her shaft, letting herself get comfortable on the sofa, exhaling heavily as she begins to stroke herself. She takes short choppy breaths as she spreads her slick precum over the tip, groaning as she thinks of Heejin’s soft chest pressed against her back. Hyunjin begins to pump her cock slowly, closing her eyes and letting her fantasies take her.

She imagines Heejin topless, hugging her from the back. She imagines feeling Heejin’s hard shaft pressed against her back. She imagines Heejin jerking it in front of her, as they watch each other masturbate.

Hyunjin forces the small pang of guilt down, trying to ignore the tiny part of her that feels bad thinking about her best friend like that. She remembers all the times that they’ve seen each other naked during showers together. Both her and Heejin are aware of the other’s condition. However, Hyunjin still feels bad using that knowledge to get off to Heejin. Soft, adorable, she’s-my-world Heejin.

“Fuck, Heekie…”

Hyunjin jerks herself harder as she imagines Heejin furiously pumping her length, touching her own chest. She can hear Heejin’s deep voice moaning in pleasure, even see how Heejin scrunches her brows as she pants with her exertions. Hyunjin begins to fuck her hand, imagining what it’d be like to thrust deep into Heejin’s ass.

“Heekie, Heekie, Heekie, shit!”

Hyunjin twists her wrist, rubbing over her sensitive tip. The slick sounds of masturbation mix with Hyunjin’s shaky breathing, amidst some soft groans. Heejin’s hair, Heejin’s scent, Heejin’s shampoo, Heejin’s voice, Heejin’s body, Heejin…

“Fuck, I’m close, so close, Heejin, shit—”

The door bursts open. Jeon Heejin steps in, her head immediately turning to see Hyunjin with her dick in her hand.

Hyunjin freezes, then scrambles to pull her pants up, hiding her erection. Hyunjin knows this is a futile effort—Heejin has clearly seen and heard Hyunjin fucking herself moaning Heejin’s name. Hyunjin looks away, having nowhere to hide.

“Kim Hyunjin.”

Hyunjin is unable to move. All of her words die at her throat. She wants to apologize, to give an excuse, to say something, anything. She meets Heejin’s unreadable stare, cringing at how her best friend’s usually bright eyes now cloud over in… well, something. She flinches when Heejin takes a step towards her, then another, and another.

“Kim Hyunjin, what were you doing?”

“N-Nothing.” Hyunjin curses internally at how soft her voice is. She wants to die on the spot, to leave the material plane. However, the scent of the other girl envelops her, keeping her grounded in this moment. She has so many questions: Where are the others? Why is Heejin here? What else can go wrong now? How can she even face Heejin ever again?

“Don’t lie to me. You were touching yourself, moaning my name.” Heejin pushes Hyunjin to sink back on the couch, leaning over her, drawing her face close to hers. Heejin just grins looking Hyunjin’s eyes, which are darting everywhere except to meet hers.

“You looked fucking hot.”

Hyunjin freezes, staring up at Heejin.

“How about you carry on for me, hm, Hyunjin? I’d like to watch you finish.”

Heejin kneels in front of Hyunjin, running her hands across her thighs, resting around her hips. While Heejin’s tone is smug and sultry, her touch is tentative, seeking consent to strip her. With a slight nod, Hyunjin raises her hips as Heejin pulls her pants and boxers down. She takes her time removing Hyunjin’s shoes, then drawing her pants clean off her lower half.

The sight of Heejin kneeling between her spread legs makes Hyunjin’s cock twitch. Her best friend only gives her a soft grin, softly muttering, “You’re so big, Hyunjin.” She grabs her hand, pulling it near her leaking shaft, precum beading at the tip.

“Go on, Hyunjinnie, show your Heekie how you touch yourself. It’s only me, the others are gone. Come on.”

Hyunjin still can’t move. She’s too shy, too shell shocked to even attempt anything. In the span of a few minutes, she went from getting caught masturbating to her best friend to having said best friend ask her to jerk off in front of her. She makes no moves at all, and Heejin only grins, standing up.

“Maybe you need some motivation.”

Heejin kicks off her shoes, pushing them aside with her feet. Hyunjin watches in muted shock as Heejin pulls her own pants down, her cock springing out of its confinements. When Heejin’s track pants pool at her feet, she steps out of them, kicking them aside. Heejin gently grabs hold of her shaft, rubbing herself along the length, sighing.

“Join me, Jini. Touch yourself with me?”

There’s the pet name. Hyunjin whimpers, gripping her shaft tightly and jerking herself fast and hard. She sits upright when Heejin kneels down between her spread legs, intent on watching Heejin stroke her own shaft as well.

“Oh, Heekie, ah~!”

“Mm, yes, Jini. Say my name, just like that.”

Hyunjin fucks herself relentlessly, grabbing at her breasts over her shirt and bra. She craves for anything, just anything to push herself closer and closer. She stares at the red-faced Heejin, flush from arousal, stroking her cock at a slow pace. The sight of Heejin masturbating, paired with slick sounds from both cocks is what Hyunjin needs to achieve orgasm.

“Oh, fuck, fuck, Jeon Heejin, Jeon Heejin, JEON HEEJIN!”

Hyunjin’s cock swells in her hand, heat rushing across her body. Cum fires out of Hyunjin’s throbbing shaft, rope after rope of white, hot cum spraying all over the floor, across her thighs, on her own shirt. Hyunjin moans with each pulse of semen leaving her body, gasping Heejin’s name as she imagines filling the ass of the girl in front of her. Hyunjin has never come so much with her own hand, and she’s surprised at the sheer volume of it. She opens eyes she doesn’t know she closed to see Heejin groaning, jerking herself hard as well.

“Jini, Jini, fuck, fuck, shit…”