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Entry from Jimin's Daily Journal,
16th October, 2021.
The freshmen joined our dance team this morning, and while most of them are really sweet, one of them keeps getting on my nerves. She keeps challenging my decisions and offers her input every two seconds like she's some expert. I don't care if she was the leader of her dance team back in her highschool. We're in college now and this team is MINE. I am the dance captain, and she better get used to following my orders.
Entry from Jimin's Daily Journal,
24th October, 2021.
I don't understand how can anyone have something to say about everything? Literally EVERY FUCKING THING. It's only been a week, but I'm sick of Jeon Junghwa already, so sick that all I could talk about on my date was how much she irritates me.
Chanwoo oppa said he still had fun though— he's the sweetest boyfriend ever <3
Entry from Jimin's Daily Journal,
15th November, 2021.
Junghwa has a full sleeve of tattoos on her arm— a snake slithering up her elbow, a tiger lily on the inside of her forearm, and a couple other flowers on her biceps. I've never seen someone with tattoos before. They're... pretty. She's pretty cool, I guess. However, she continues to be the #1 nuisance during practice.
Entry from Jimin's Daily Journal,
7th December, 2021.
I want to kill Jeon Junghwa.
Entry from Jimin's Daily Journal,
15th December, 2021.
It's 2am and I can't stop thinking about what Junghwa said today. She has been in the team for barely a month and is at the back of the formation, yet I can't help but feel that her suggestion has merit. It's brilliant even, but I don't want to let her know I feel this way. I hate how cocky she can get when she wants to. I wish there was a way to let her contribute without stroking her ego ARGHHH
Entry from Jimin's Daily Journal,
16th January, 2022.
These days I have this undeniable urge to indulge Junghwa and her, often unsolicited, rarely astute, critiques. I think it's because I'm such a good feminist—woman supporting woman, you know? Like, I didn't wanna be labeled jealous or bitter cause she's better than me or something. I also don't like it when she's mad at me
Entry from Jimin's Daily Journal,
5th February, 2022.
Junghwa told me this morning that my new hair style sucks— well, she didn't exactly say that— she said she liked it better when it was longer, but it basically means the same thing— she doesn't like it.
Anyway, Chanwoo oppa thinks my haircut looks cute, and that's all that matters.
Entry from Jimin's Daily Journal,
10th February, 2022.
I'm going to grow my hair out. I think long hair would fit my winter aesthetic more. Winter is almost over. Long hair would look better during hot girl summer. I'd be able to do hair flips during the tournament and everyone tells me that's sexy. Whatever.
Entry from Jimin's Daily Journal,
13th February, 2022.
Tomorrow is Valentine's day. I know Chanwoo oppa has been planning our date for weeks. We haven't been able to spend quality time together because the tournament is getting closer and practice has been really hectic so I hope we have a great time.
Entry from Jimin's Daily Journal,
14th February, 2022.
Junghwa sprained her ankle during practice today. The doctor asked her to rest for a month, and she won't be coming with us to Busan for the semi finals. It's the first time I saw her cry. I can't get the image out of my mind.
Am I a bad person for canceling on Chanwoo Oppa at the last moment?
Entry from Jimin's Daily Journal,
21st February, 2022.
Junghwa is so annoying. Infuriating. I can't fucking stand her, but it's been a week since she hasn't showed up to practice, and I... miss her.
Entry from Jimin's Daily Journal,
6th March, 2022.
I feel like crying. I don't know why but it's just one of those days where you can't get a hold of your emotions and everything seems overwhelming. The semi final is in five days. I hope I start feeling better soon.
Entry from Jimin's Daily Journal,
23rd March, 2022.
Everywhere I look, flowers have bloomed, and the air smells fresh and happy. Spring is right around the corner.
And Junghwa is back.
Entry from Jimin's Daily Journal,
16th April, 2022.
Ever since Junghwa missed the semi-finals of the annual dance tournament, she has been acting weird. She resumed all activities, but I feel like she's not completely here. She used to have a big appetite, but she hasn't been eating a lot lately. I don't know what's wrong.
I don't feel like eating either.
Entry from Jimin's Daily Journal,
5th May, 2022.
Junghwa needs extra practice to catch up, and I obviously volunteered to stay after class to help her out. Surprisingly, when it's only the two of us, she is a good student— doesn't question me unnecessarily, listens to me, and works diligently. She stares at me a lot though
Entry from Jimin's Daily Journal,
6th June, 2022.
Junghwa is one of the best dancers I've met. Her form is perfect, her movements so fluid and crisp, her energy infectious. She doesn't need extra practice anymore, but we stay late anyways. It's fun dancing with her.
Entry from Jimin's Daily Journal,
16th July, 2022.
There are tattoos on either side of her waist that dip into her hips down her thighs and maybe even arch inside her pantyline. Her skirt rode up during our routine I didn't peep intentionally I saw it by accident I want to touch
I am trying to sleep, but I can feel my heart beating in my throat tonight. I should listen to Eomma and stop drinking coffee on an empty stomach.
Entry from Jimin's Daily Journal,
9th August.
Chanwoo Oppa brought milk chocolates and flowers for me, and waited outside my dance class until practice was over :(( He is the sweetest.
Entry from Jimin's Daily Journal,
9th August.
Junghwa really likes milk chocolates.
Entry from Jimin's Daily Journal,
10th August.
Junghwa ♡
Entry from Jimin's Daily Journal,
18th August.
We didn't stay late after practice today, so I called Chanwoo oppa. He took me out to dinner at the new expensive Italian place near our campus. I couldn't eat much though. My stomach feels upset, maybe I am coming down with something. I feel weird.
Junghwa also went on a date today.
Entry from Jimin's Daily Journal,
31st August, 2022.
It's Junghwa's birthday tomorrow. I feel this weird urge to do something special for her, to be the person who makes her flash her bunny smile, to be the person she thinks about when she goes to bed at night. I don't understand. We aren't friends. I don't even like her.
Do I?
Ever since they won the annual dance championship at the end of summer break, practice has eased up. Until the choreography of their new routine is finalized, the team only meets up for an hour after class on weekdays to have friendly dance battles amongst themselves, explore new styles, and create short videos for their Tiktok page.
Their practice room is huge, all polished plywood and mirrored walls, and merely stepping into the room alone sends a burst of energy shooting through Jimin's limbs. Dancing has always been her passion, her only respite at the end of a taxing day at the university, and lately it has been the only thing she looks forward to the most.
Today, they are supposed to do dance improvisation in pairs of two, and when Jimin steps on the center of the dance floor, Junghwa immediately joins her. The rest of the dancers circle around them at a distance, video recording them with their phones, and a round of cheers vibrates in the room to hype them up.
"Wow the ultimate dance off!" somebody screams, and Junghwa flashes Jimin a smile— cocky and playful, looking her up and down with an expression that has Jimin immediately looking away.
Even though Junghwa is younger than her, with a gentle voice, wide doe eyes and angelic soft features, there is something about her that unsettles Jimin— something sharp and predatory.
"Are you ready, unnie?" Junghwa leans in near her ear to ask, and Jimin nods, biting her lip to keep herself from replying something corny like 'I was born ready.'
She doesn't understand why she feels so aware of herself around Junghwa. They've known each other for almost an year, but she still feels the need to weigh her words before saying them, be mindful of her appearance around her, and toy with a lock of her hair like a schoolgirl.
It's so stupid.
Isn't this something she should feel for her partner? And yet she has never felt anything remotely like this with her boyfriend. There never has been any urge to make herself look presentable, no butterflies gnawing on her stomach when he texts her, no stuttering like a toddler learning to speak for the first time.
It confuses her.
She licks her lips.
The faces around them blur as the lights dim, the only person that Jimin can actually see being Junghwa, and a wave of anticipation tenses her stomach, when music starts playing— Buttons by The Pussycat Dolls.
Junghwa positions herself behind her, and without missing a single beat, they begin rocking their hips together. Immediately, the room fills with encouraging noises, and there's a pleasant clash between the booming bass and the hooting. Jimin lets the music flow through her uninhibitedly, throwing her head back and giving in to her instincts.
For a minute, Jimin let's go completely, forgetting where she is at and who she is dancing with, closing her eyes and losing herself in the music, her movements turning fluid, but it all comes to her at once when Junghwa reaches from behind her to hike a hand up her skirt, and dig her nails on the soft, velvety skin of her thigh.
Jimin feels goosebumps rise on her skin, her cheeks flooding with color, and every place where Junghwa's hand touches burns. However, she doesn't pause for even a fraction of a second.
Holding on to Jimin by grabbing fistfuls of her soft flesh in each hand, Junghwa rolls her body to slam into hers. She sweeps her hand up the hem up Jimin's lacy crop top, feather light fingers tickling her belly, then while locking eyes with her reflection in the mirror and making sure that Jimin is watching, she slowly curls her hands on the underside of her boobs, drawing a shaky gasp from her, and gives them a light squeeze.
Jimin barely suppresses the moan that builds deep in her chest.
The team erupts with loud applause, she thinks she even hears someone whistle, but it's lost on her. Blood roars in her ears, and the beats of the music pulses in her veins.
Junghwa's hands squeezing her boobs feel just right, her boobs are small but they're perky and firm, and fit perfectly in the younger's large palms. The sight makes her weak in the knees. Her limbs feel like jelly, and the only reason she is able to stand on her feet is because of Junghwa supporting her weight.
Jimin feels her heart pulsing at the base of her throat, and her temples glisten with a thin sheen of sweat. Adrenaline pumps in her blood. She feels a little dizzy.
Uncaring, Junghwa waltzes in front of her to grind on her, her ass rubbing against her crotch, and she feels her pussy tingle.
A whimper builds at the base of her throat.
A heated flush spreads throughout her face and travels down her chest, and Jimin shivers. She spins on her heels until they're both facing each other, and they begin body rolling into each other, until Junghwa grips her hips tightly and turns her around once again.
Junghwa continues to sensually trail her hand up and down her thighs— going higher and higher each time, swaying her hips to the rhythm of the music, and for a split second, Jimin wishes that her hands climb higher, sink between her thighs and cup her aching pussy right here in front of everyone.
Her thighs clench at the thought, and she feels moisture gathering between her pussy lips.
For others, this is nothing out of the ordinary— Jimin and Junghwa are simply putting on a show for the other dancers, but Jimin knows her leaking pussy is anything but ordinary. Her senses feel heightened with arousal, her skin tingling, and when Junghwa coaxes a knee between her legs, she grinds against Junghwa's pelvis.
Eventually desperation for more pressure gets the better of her self control, and she rubs her pussy against Junghwa's thigh to get friction, shuddering when her clit presses against her thick thigh and Junghwa stiffens for a second, then goes on about her moves like nothing happened.
However, the next time their eyes connect in the mirror, Junghwa pins her with her piercing stare, like she knows exactly what Jimin is up to.
Her pussy throbs.
She feels the last two brain cells inside her head short-circuit, all thoughts going haywire, and she doesn't even realize when the lights turn back on and the crowd closes in on them, complimenting them on their hot performance.
Jimin catches sight of her reflection in the mirror— her plump bitten lips, flushed crimson cheeks and tousled hair, and she blushes even harder. She looks like she hasn't been up to any good. Instinctively, she looks around for Junghwa, but despite having a couple of inches over most of the other team members, the younger has been swallowed by the crowd, and Jimin fails to spot her.
She scans across the room once more, then peers towards the glass door wondering if Junghwa left to pee, but startles, almost jumping out of her skin, on finding someone else standing at the threshold— her boyfriend.
Chanwoo is dressed in his varsity jacket and loose black joggers, his hair damp like he just got out of the shower. He flashes her a smile, also extending it to the group of girls who are giggling shyly at him from the corner of the room, and after waving at them, he motions with his hand to call her outside.
He wasn't supposed to be here today.
Fuck.
How long has he been waiting outside the door of the practice room? Did he see them dance? More importantly, did he see her rubbing her pussy against Junghwa's thigh? The thought immediately sobers her.
However, at least from this distance, Chanwoo seems blissfully unbothered.
Jimin discreetly pats at her crimson stained cheeks to make them lose some color, then gingerly beelines towards the door.
"Oof! That was so sexy, babe!" Chanwoo gushes, reaching forward to pull her into embrace, and Jimin mumbles a thanks, bouncing on the balls of her feet.
"No, seriously," he insists, pulling at his t-shirt collar to get some fresh air. "That was 𝘩𝘰𝘵 hot. It felt like sex personified!"
Ideally, Jimin would have humbly denied, but all she does now is offer him a strained smile. Her panties are still wet, cheeks still flushed, her clit still pulsing. There's not much she can say to refute without being a horrible liar.
They stand there and chat for a few more minutes. Chanwoo asks her about her day, and she asks him about his. A couple other members perform inside, and eventually, the lights inside the practice room die down for the final time, marking the end of today's practice.
"You sure you don't wanna get something to eat right now?"
She shakes her head, for the hundredth time, and tries her best to sound regretful. "I have to stay back for extra practice, oppa. I am sorry."
"Can't you ditch your team for a day for your precious boyfriend?" Chanwoo contorts his features to make a sad face, making Jimin laugh softly.
"Nuh—uh."
She lightly slaps his shoulder, and he stops making funny faces and joins in on the laughter.
"What about after practice? Can you meet me then? There's only a week left before my flight, and I want to spend some time with you before I leave for the championship," he pleads, winding his arms around her waist, and Jimin concedes.
Everyone in their university says that Jimin is lucky to have landed Chanwoo, the football captain of their varsity team, as he is everything a girl can want in a boyfriend, and she knows they're right— he is smart, sensitive, sweet.
He hugs her again in goodbye, hands grabbing her ass, and she barely resists the urge to slap them away when they begin groping her fat cheeks. Chanwoo is her boyfriend, it's natural for him to want to touch her intimately. She doesn't understand why it repulses her this way.
After Jimin sees Chanwoo off and steps back inside, she finds the practice room to be almost empty. It's easy now to spot Junghwa, who is standing near the wooden benches opposite to the mirrored wall, and is talking to Hobi and Taeyeong.
Hobi has her duffel bag slung above her shoulder, prepared to leave, but she seems engaged in whatever Junghwa is saying, giggling so hard that she has to hold on to Taeyeong's arm to keep herself from doubling down from laughter.
Both Hobi and Taeyeong are closer to Jimin's age than Junghwa's, and while they often hang out together, she's never connected with them as familiarly as Junghwa has. There is something about Junghwa that entraps you in its hold, like a hunter pouncing upon its prey, and refuses to let go. Once caught in Junghwa's orbit, it's impossible to break free. Jimin knows it all too well.
"Hey Taeyeong! Hi Hobi unnie!" she says when she comes upon the trio, sliding up to stand beside Hobi, and the older brightens up at seeing her, swinging her arm around her shoulder to give her a side hug.
"Jiminie, you'll be joining us later at the karaoke, right?"
Jimin cocks her head cluelessly.
"What karaoke?"
"The karaoke place in Seom street. For Junghwa's birthday!" Taeyeong reminds, and narrows her eyes at the blank look on Jimin's face.
"We were supposed to go to the karaoke today?" she asks, dumbfounded, but it is not her fault. She is pretty sure no one had made any mentions of it in front of her.
Hobi and Taeyeong exchange a look— of worry? maybe, pity? and then turn to glance at Junghwa cautiously, but Junghwa dismisses them with a casual wave of her hand.
"Unnie must have other plans with her boyfriend," Junghwa says, smiling brightly. "But it's okay, guys. I will see you there."
"Oh. Okay," Taeyeong says, her voice uncertain. "Yeah, that's cool."
They wait for Jimin to say something, but she doesn't know what she is supposed to say. Should she apologize for canceling on a plan that she was never included in the first place? She crosses her arm across her chest, and quietly observes the rest of the exchange, feeling a little irked.
A minute later, the girls leave, chiming excitedly, "See you after practice, Junghwa!"
The other remaining people trickle out of the main door, and when Jimin assumes they're finally alone and takes a step closer in Junghwa's space, another girl— Jisoo, Junghwa's classmate, emerges from the changing room and approaches them with a grin on her face.
"Happy birthday, Junghwa," she says, extending her hand for a handshake, and Junghwa thanks her. Jisoo's fingers linger for a second longer than they are supposed to, her eyes twinkling suggestively, and the coy look she gives Junghwa cements her belief that it had been intentional. "Hope we can bond more intimately this year."
She flashes another smile at Junghwa, too sultry for Jimin's liking, but Junghwa clearly doesn't mind, continuing to indulge her in more unprompted, completely unsolicited small talk, and Jimin can't help but notice that Jisoo has a tall, voluptuous build, exactly like the girl Junghwa went out with last week.
Is this Junghwa's type?
She looks at her own reflection in the mirror— small and dainty, and looks away instantly.
"Someone's suddenly very popular," Jimin remarks once Jisoo is gone, sounding a touch sullen, and Junghwa just smiles at her, like she's pacifying a child, then walks towards the laptop to set up the music for their today's session.
Since the last three days, they have been practicing the choreography for "Own It" by Brian Puspos, and today, they start where they left off last night.
After days of practice, their movements are certainly smoother than they were when they first began, and Jimin is also very glad that the vibe of this choreography is different from their earlier one. The heat in her belly hasn't fizzled out completely yet, and her body is still wound tightly like the strings of a violin.
Soon, the wetness in her panties begins to chaff her inner thighs. The sensitive skin feels heated and hurt, and she squirms to adjust. Junghwa notices her discomfort, and raises her brow in concern to ask whether everything is okay, but she shyly assures that she's fine and they carry on.
With a little more effort, their routine begins to look almost polished, good enough for their team's YouTube page according to Junghwa, so she positions her iphone against the mirror to record a video of them performing. A couple of trials later, they finally get it right.
All the hip thrusting and grinding against the floor gets her flustered and wired up, and Jimin knows that one won't have to look hard to see that in the dance video. Her arousal scents the air as if it were tangible.
As soon as they're done, she uses the towel to pat her sweat dry, and drinks a few sips of water, then lies down on her back on the hardwood floor, with her hands folded on top of her belly, and gazes up at the ceiling to calm her nerves.
Junghwa lays beside her, breathing in and out, and Jimin can feel her gaze on her face, but she resists looking her way. Soon, Junghwa follows her, and turns to look at the ceiling too. Her hand absently draws abstract patterns on her thigh. Her palms are soft and warm and large, almost twice the size of hers, and Jimin's whole body gets attuned to the soothing touch.
It has easily been half an hour before Junghwa looks at her again, her hands pausing momentarily. "How did you meet your boyfriend, unnie?"
"Hmm? Chanwoo oppa?" she asks stupidly— Jimin only has one boyfriend so there's not much else the question could've implied, but thankfully the younger doesn't laugh at how scatterbrained she sounds.
Junghwa only hums, drumming her fingers on her thigh as she patiently waits for an answer.
"His family is a friend of ours. I've known him since I was in diapers— no, really! He used to babysit me when we were young. Our families also went on a lot of trips together, and his house is right down the lane so we see each other everyday, plus we've always been to the same school and now, same college."
"Oh," Junghwa says softly as she turns to her side to face her, and props her head up on her elbow. She looks unassuming, which is rare because Junghwa has opinions about 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. "How did you fall in love with him?"
Jimin thinks she imagines the way the fingers grabbing the flesh of her thigh tighten at the question.
"He is very... sweet. He asked me out during my last birthday, and I agreed to go out with him."
"How romantic," Junghwa comments dryly, blinking innocently. Jimin cannot tell if she's being sarcastic.
Besides, Jimin is already having a hard time trying not to notice how Junghwa's current position is causing the generous mounds of her breasts to spill out of the neckline of her blouse. It's clear to see that she is not wearing a bra right now, must have gotten rid of it after practice.
Her throat feels dry like sand.
"Junghwa?"
"Hm?"
"What is your type?"
"In girls?" Junghwa asks, clearly taken by surprise, and on Jimin's nod, she bites her lower lip and mulls over it for a second before shaking her head. "I don't have a type."
"I've noticed you do," Jimin persists.
"What do you think is my type, unnie?"
"You only go out with tall girls with— you know..." she trails off, cupping her hands into large semi circles in front of her own breasts, "—who are well endowed. I've never seen you with someone short and petite."
Junghwa laughs, a bit humorlessly, and she hears her mutter under her breath, something along the lines of, "that's cause why would I actively seek out exactly what I'm trying to get over?" but she's not sure, and before she can ask her about it, Junghwa looks at the wall clock and springs up to sit.
"Oh, it's almost nine. We should head out. It's time for you to go back to your boyfriend."
Jimin doesn't feel like getting up at all, especially after hearing the last part. It confirms that she hasn't been imagining the negative vibes between them tonight.
She feels the need to clear the air, wants to tell Junghwa that she wanted to spend her birthday only with her, and she waits for her to bring it up so she could offer her explanations. Explaining herself without being asked would make it seem like she is the one in the wrong. However, Junghwa says nothing, and Jimin is the one to break the silence.
"Are you upset with me?"
"Why will I be?"
Jimin doesn't miss how Junghwa doesn't deny it. She doesn't like this at all. She can handle mind games with other people, but she expects Junghwa to be upfront with her.
Junghwa sighs, and moves closer to sit by her side, quietly watching her sulk, then lowers herself to lay her head on top of her breasts. Jimin exhales. They lie like this often— after they're tired from practice and performances, or when they're cuddling while watching netflix together, and the gentle weight of Junghwa's head nestled between her breasts always feels good, but she won't be swayed so easily today.
"Maybe, yes, I am upset. Unnie did not give me my birthday gift," Junghwa says with a pout, propping her chin on the valley of her breasts, and Jimin can feel her chest vibrate with every single word she utters.
She is too close for her to gauge the expression on her face, so close that she feels her breath on her skin, but even from this distance, Junghwa still looks pretty— with her beautiful mischievous round doe eyes, and soft, pink lips pursed into a pout, her large nose, and the chocochip mole below her lips, Jimin feels it's impossible to deny her anything.
"What would you like?"
Junghwa blinks at her innocently, then brings both of her hands to her chest and cups her boobs in her palms. Her fingers are soft and warm over the lacy crop top, the touch gentle and light, and Jimin realizes how her boobs are the exact size of Junghwa's hands— they fit perfectly in her palms. Her breath stutters in her lungs.
Junghwa slithers up her body to bury her face in her neck, and tilts her head to press her lips against her nape. At the same time, her hands squeeze her boobs, 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥.
"Junghwa!"
"Jiminie unnie," Junghwa whispers softly, hovering above her with her arms braced on either side of her face, and gazes at her tenderly. She leans closer, and their bodies align together— boobs pressing against each other, their hips too. "Will you give me anything I ask for?"
Jimin stares up at her, her breath lodged in her throat, feeling incapable of making any movement. Not even a squeak makes it past her lips. She rubs her thighs together, feeling her pussy pulse inside her drenched panties, and she clenches her thighs tightly.
"I want to fuck unnie."
"F-fuck me?"
Junghwa nods, eyes bright and enthusiastic.
"Eat your pussy, you know?" she explains with a half shrug, eyes fixed on her boobs, and runs the tip of her finger around her areola in concentric circles. "Suck your tits, too."
Jimin gasps, and her pussy throbs at the words.
The circle keeps drawing closer and closer to her nipple, eventually rubbing the outline of her areola, and a trail of gooseflesh rises in the wake of Junghwa's finger. Her nipples harden into taut, firm peaks, straining underneath the material of her crop top, and she watches with rapt attention as the finger rubs the skin just shy of her aching nipples.
"Would you like that, unnie? Want your hoobae to fuck your slutty cunt?"
"—It's not s-slutty," she mumbles, already sounding breathless.
"No?" Junghwa taunts, smirking at her. "Then why were you trying to hump your pussy against my thigh like a bitch in heat while our whole team was watching, huh?"
A blush colors her cheeks, embarrassment flooding her senses, and she forces her eyes shut, but they fly open when Junghwa curls her hand on her jaw. She hovers above her face, her lips inches away from hers.
"And on my birthday too. How selfish, unnie! You only care about getting yourself off," Junghwa says, grinding her hips against hers, and the friction of her rough denims against her sensitive, throbbing pussy drives Jimin crazy. "Will you make it up to me now? Will you let me use you, Jiminie unnie?"
Jimin doesn't even realize that she's nodding—eagerly, desperately. She wants Junghwa to do whatever she wants to her. She wants to please Junghwa.
Satisfied with her response, Junghwa straddles her hips, her boobs bouncing at the jerky motion, and lowers her mouth to crash their lips together. Junghwa's lips are soft and firm and sweet, and they slot against hers perfectly. Jimin lifts her head to get more access to her mouth, but the hand gripping her face tightens to hold it in place, and Junghwa thrusts her tongue inside her mouth.
Junghwa kisses the way she dances— even the slightest movement is backed by determination, every single flick of her tongue is purposeful and precise. It's fluid, smooth, passionate, and Jimin feels her skin burn hot. Their clothed pussies press up against each other, the teasing pressure making her delirious, and she arches her back, grabbing Junghwa's hips to pull her closer, but the younger doesn't let her.
"Be patient, Jimin-ah," Junghwa chides, using her hand to remove her arms from her hips and pin them above her head, and Jimin finds it so hot that her whine dies in her throat. She always knew Junghwa could be domineering, just not with her.
They kiss like they have been starving, their tongues tangling and teeth clashing and spit smearing everywhere, and she cannot believe the lewd moans echoing in the room are coming from her own throat. She can't help it. Junghwa is such a good kisser, way better than anyone Jimin has ever kissed, and she can't get enough of her. Her whole body arches to be closer to Junghwa.
Her plump lips throb, bruised and bitten, and her lungs burn for air, but when Junghwa breaks the kiss with a pop, she still whines at the loss of her lips. Junghwa doesn't relent though, sliding down her body to pepper kisses along her jawline, her chin, the smooth column of her neck, and latches on to the pulse point at the base column of her throat, teasing the unblemished skin with her teeth.
Jimin whimpers when Junghwa bites her neck, once more when she does it again, and again, until she has sucked a necklace of bruises on her neck. She draws away to admire her handiwork, then satisfied, begins grazing her teeth down the slope of Jimin's breasts, and using her mouth, she drags the neckline of the lace crop top lower.
"They're beautiful," she rasps, wide eyed and sincere, before ridding her of her bra and flinging it aside, and a blush rises high on Jimin's cheeks at the praise. "You're so beautiful, unnie."
Junghwa gropes her breasts with both hands, massaging them in circles and roughly squishing them together, and her thumb accidentally brushes her nipple, making her moan.
She laves her tongue around her areola, in a similar circular fashion that she had been doing earlier with her finger, and licks fat stripes across her milky skin, gazing up at her with hooded eyes.
"I want to take them in my mouth, unnie. I want to drink from unnie's pretty tits. Will you let me?" she asks, looking so pure and innocent, and doesn't wait a second after Jimin's nervous nod to attach her mouth to her nipple and begin sucking.
Junghwa's mouth on her nipple sends waves of pleasure straight to her pussy— a kind of ecstasy that she had never felt before, and Jimin buries her finger in her long hair to hold her in place. Her toes curl on the hardwood floor, her back arching till it's bent almost in half, but Junghwa sucks, and sucks, her hands squeezing her boobs hard as though she is milking her.
Junghwa pinches the nipple of her neglected breast, that is aching and tender from all the teasing, and rolls it between her fingers until they're pert and sticking out, then moves to the other breast, sucking it with the same amount of devotion.
"Want to suckle on your nipples all the time, unnie," Junghwa says, sucking particularly hard, and bites her nipple, hard enough to leave bleeding indentation.
Tears spring to her eyes, and she moans her name. "J-Junghwa!"
Junghwa pauses to rub the cold metal of her lip piercing on her abused skin to soothe it for a while, then flicks her tongue across her nipple, and suckles greedily again.
"It doesn't matter where we are, or who's watching— I want to suck you off exactly like this. I want your tits in my mouth, unnie."
Jimin arches her back once again, her pussy so wet that the juices have started leaking down her thighs, and Junghwa reaches between their bodies to touch her where she craves the most attention, but Jimin clenches her thighs together, overcome with shyness.
Junghwa quirks her brow at her, trailing her hands up and down the outside of her thighs to ease her, but doesn't push for access when she doesn't let up.
"What do you want, unnie?"
"You," she moans, cheeks flushing at realizing her state of undress while Junghwa is still fully clothed. "Take off your shirt! Want to t-touch you too, Junghwa."
Junghwa wholeheartedly agrees, shrugging out of her T-shirt in one fluid movement, and even though Jimin had already guessed, her mouth is still agape at finding out that Junghwa hasn't been wearing a bra this entire time.
Junghwa is undoubtedly the sexiest person Jimin has ever laid eyes upon. Her figure is a perfect hourglass, with big lush breasts with round, plum coloured tips, washboard abs, and a dainty waist, and Jimin swears she could gaze at her bare form forever.
Several tattoos have been inked on her skin, some that she had seen before, and some unseen, and Jimin admires each one, until her eyes are stuck on the one disappearing inside her panties. She wants to trace that one with her tongue so bad.
Junghwa is watching her with rapt attention, waiting for her to drink her fill, but even Jimin can see that she's not as patient as she seems. She wants Jimin's touch on her body just as desperately as Jimin wants to touch her.
Swallowing hard, she tentatively reaches out with a single finger, and places it right above Junghwa's navel. The muscles of her taut abdomen ripple under her touch, and it gives her confidence a boost. She softly traces her hand up and down the curve of her waist, then scrapes her nails across her belly.
"Unnie, touch my tits," Junghwa moans, begging for her to touch her plump breasts, hanging so high and heavy, and Jimin becomes emboldened by Junghwa's pleased response.
Restlessly, Junghwa enfolds Jimin's hands in her's, and places them on top of her breasts. Her hands are not nearly enough to cup Junghwa's boobs, and when Jimin gives them an experimental squeeze, her boobs spill out from her small palms.
Junghwa smiles at that, endeared, and if Junghwa hadn't been sitting on top of her wet, aching pussy while her tits are hanging out, Jimin might even have been a little offended, but right now, she is too horny to care.
Jimin rises on her elbows to take Junghwa's nipple in her mouth, suckling on it exactly like the younger had sucked hers, and is satisfied when Junghwa throws her head back with pleasure, screaming her name. This is what she had wanted— to please Junghwa, to make Junghwa forget everyone else but her.
Junghwa instinctively ruts against her hips, slamming her pelvis into her swollen, sensitive pussy, and Jimin's head falls back on the floor with a thud, the air whooshing out of her body. The ache between her legs becomes insurmountable, the fire underneath her skin gaining a fever pitch.
Jimin thinks she might pass out if she doesn't feel Junghwa on her pussy soon.
"J-Junghwa, please," she moans brokenly.
Junghwa looks into her eyes, and gets the hint. She slowly inches down her body, and places her hands underneath her knees to spread her thighs wide. Kneeling between her legs, she rucks up her skirt, and for a minute, stares at her clothed leaking pussy.
Jimin gazes down to find Junghwa smiling at her panties. She had almost forgotten that she was wearing her white cotton panties with hello kitty print today— the one that her mom had gotten for her, and her cheeks burn in embarrassment.
She barely bites down the urge to clench her thighs shut. She knows she can be her most honest self in front of Junghwa, Junghwa would never judge her, but she feels this need to always look sexy in front of her, and her childish cotton panties do not make the cut.
The cool air of the air conditioner feels harsh against her drenched panties, and she jerks her hips up, urging Junghwa to hurry up.
Junghwa leans down to press small kisses along the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, then moves inwards to lave her tongue at the soft junction where her thigh meets her hips.
"Touch me, J-Junghwa. P-please," Jimin begs, so needy and horny that she is almost thrusting her pussy in Junghwa's face.
"I am touching you, baby," Junghwa comments, cocking her head innocently, and Jimin knows she's fucking with her. However, she doesn't have any patience left. Tears of frustration bead at the corner of her eyes.
"My pussy, Junghwa. Want you on my pussy," she sobs.
"Shhh. Don't worry, unnie. I will take care of you," Junghwa says, cupping the mound of her pussy, and Jimin's back arches so high, that she almost bucks off the floor. "I'll eat your pussy so good that you'll keep coming back for more."
Jimin watches the younger's head disappear between her thighs, and when she feels her hot breath on her drenched panties, her clit throbs. Junghwa darts out her tongue to lick a fat stripe above her labia, and Jimin quivers, feeling hot saliva mix with her pussy juices over the flimsy material of her panties.
After teasing the hem of her underwear for a moment, Junghwa sneaks her hand inside her panty and sweeps them off. This time when Junghwa gazes at her pussy, Jimin doesn't need to look to know why. She is aware that her chubby pussy lips and fat clit, especially now that they're all pink and wet and leaking, must be a beautiful sight.
"Oh my god," Junghwa whispers in admiration. "You are perfect, unnie. Perfect tits, perfect cunt."
Jimin colors several shades of red. She likes being praised by everyone, but it isn't even remotely comparable to the way she craves praises from Junghwa.
Junghwa circles her fingers on the soft smooth mound of her pussy, then separates the wet chubby lips with her fingers, and begins lapping at the folds, the pad of her thumb massaging her clit in circular motions.
"J— Junghwa," Jimin moans. "More, Junghwa—Ah— Just like that, yes!"
Junghwa eats her out like she's been thirsty for days, and the metal of her lip piercing feels cold against the warm folds of her dripping cunt. She is so wet that Junghwa's tongue makes a squelching noise in her pussy as it sweeps across her folds, and when she lifts her head to breathe, Jimin can see how her pussy juices coat her nose and chin. It embarrasses her beyond reason. She feels her whole face flush.
"Are you this wet for me, unnie?" Junghwa asks, pressing a feather soft kiss on her clit. "Or are you thinking about your sweet boyfriend, huh— what's his name— Chanwoo?"
Junghwa slaps her pussy, and her clit throbs.
Jimin feels hot under her skin at the taunt, but Junghwa doesn't give her time to react, flicking at her swollen clit with her piercing, and then taking it whole into her mouth. She sucks on it, and Jimin feels her soul flee her body. An unholy scream from deep within her belly emerges out of her mouth, and her hands clutch Jungha's hair tightly.
Slowly, with great care, Junghwa inserts her finger inside her wet, tight cunt, and Jimin watches her tattooed finger disappear in and out of her pussy, a staccato of moans spilling from her lips as Junghwa finger fucks her.
"This is what I imagine you'd sound like. I always knew unnie would sound pretty— unnie is pretty all the time," Junghwa praises, and Jimin can feel her smile against her pussy. It makes her cunt pulse around Junghwa's tongue.
She braces her hands on Junghwa's shoulder for support, and desperately rocks her pussy forward into her mouth.
"When I was fucking that blonde girl from SNU's dance team last week, I kept imagining it's unnie's pussy my tongue is buried in," Junghwa confesses as her long fingers dip in and out of her cunt, other hand massaging her clit. Her pupils are blown wide, irises darker than she has ever seen them. Jimin feels pinned under her predatory gaze. "Her pussy was good too— pink and juicy and pliant, but yours is prettier. I like my unnie's pussy the best. "
Jimin shouldn't like hearing about Junghwa's other sexual encounters, shouldn't find it sexy when she compares her pussy to some random girl's while opening up her cunt on her fingers, but she does. She likes being the best for Junghwa, the only one.
Junghwa nuzzles against her swollen lips, sliding the flat of her tongue on her clit, and her pussy gushes on her mouth, making her delighted.
"Never want to leave unnie's pussy. Want to settle between your thighs. Would you like that, unnie? Would you let me eat your pussy for every meal, hm?"
Jimin yanks her hair reflexively, her clit throbbing and the muscles of her thighs quivering as Junghwa begins to fuck her hole more earnestly. She should've known Junghwa would fuck her diligently. The younger always gives it her all.
She wants to beg— for more, or to stop, she doesn't know. She feels so overstimulated that she could cry.
"I won't leave anything for anyone else— not even your boyfriend. Does he even know what he has? It doesn't matter anymore. It's all mine now," she says, mouthing on her clit which is red and swollen and abused. "Imagine him walking on us now—probably seeing you like this for the first time too, huh."
Junghwa dips her fingers deep in her pussy, and brings up the glistening digits in front of her eyes to examine. Looking Jimin in the eye, she takes the pussy juice soaked finger, and thrusts it in her own mouth. Her eyes flutter shut, face overtaken by bliss, and she moans.
"I want to rub our pussies together. Do you want that too? Baby-ah? Want to feel my pussy against yours?"
Jimin whimpers, nodding through her sobs. She is so close. So, so, so close.
Junghwa rids herself of her trousers at lighting speed, and kneels between her legs again. She wedges one leg between her thighs, and slots their bodies together until their pussies are milimetres away from each other.
Jimin can feel the soft tuft of hair on Junghwa's pussy tickle her shaved plump cunt. She moans.
"Am I fucking you better than your stupid boyfriend, hm?"
Jimin's eyes widen, as she feels her pussy throb. It is not at the mention of her boyfriend though, Jimin knows it well— it's the possessive tone in Junghwa's voice.
Another hard slap lands across her clit, and Jimin whimpers.
"Come on, be honest to yourself."
"Haaa, y-yes!"
"Good," Junghwa says, pleased, and rewards her by pressing their pussies together.
Jimin's body vibrates as a full bodied shiver runs down her torso. It feels like a bout of electricity traverses through her body everytime their pussies come in contact, but Jimin craves for more friction. She slides her hand down Junghwa's waist, grabbing her ass cheeks to pull her closer, and desperately grinds her clit against her cunt.
"F-fuck, Junghwa—!" she screams when Junghwa starts moving against her, pounding her pussy into hers. "Ah! Yes! Ah~ Shit—!"
Junghwa slams her pussy against hers, until the pressure builds and builds, and their pussy juices mix together. Her oversensitive clit throbs, like it is at the verge of exploding.
"Junghwa!"
"Does your oppa make you scream this loud too?" Junghwa asks, thrusting hard and fast against her pussy. "Does he eat your pussy out until your eyes roll back in your head?"
"Junghwa," she babbles again, incapable of saying anything else but the younger's name as though it were a holy prayer.
"What do you want, unnie?"
"W-wanna come. Please, Junghwa! Ah—Make unnie come."
Junghwa gyrates her hips, making their clits press together tightly, and Jimin squirts all over her pussy, the juices trickling out of her hole and pooling down on the hardwood floor. Her thighs quake, muscles aching, and her pussy pulses with the aftermath of her orgasm. She feels dizzy.
Jimin winds her arms around Junghwa's neck, pulling her close into an embrace, and buries her face in her neck. Sensing that she needs comfort, Junghwa pulls her closer to herself, and runs a soothing hand up and down her back, pressing soft kisses on the crown of her head.
They stay like that for a while, soaking up in the glow of their releases, and after a few minutes, Junghwa draws away to gaze at her, a look of tenderness in her wide doe eyes. Jimin cannot help but press a kiss on her lips.
"Happy birthday, Junghwa."
"Jiminie unnie," Junghwa whispers, her lips moving against her skin, and buries her face between her breasts. Jimin likes having Junghwa's pretty face nestled in her boobs, and likes knowing that Junghwa can always find comfort with her.
She cards her fingers through Junghwa's silky hair, softly tucking the loose strands of hair behind her ears, and strokes her hair with the tips of her fingers.
She wants to stay like this with Junghwa for a little while longer. Maybe a few minutes, maybe a few hours.
Suddenly, she feels Junghwa tense in her embrace, and follows her gaze to find her staring at some spot near the mirrored wall.
"Fuck. I forgot to turn off the camera. It must've recorded the whole thing. I'm so sorry. I'll delete it, I swear," Junghwa sputters, and Jimin squeezes her shoulder to calm her down.
"Don't," she says, crimson flooding her cheeks and making her look away. She bites her lip, not knowing how to say it, then forces the words out. "Send me the video too… or we could watch it together sometime."
She doesn't need to look at Junghwa's face to know that she is smirking at her, calling her all kinds of perverted in her head.
"You'll be late for karaoke," she says to divert from the topic, but Junghwa is only half listening to her, her eyes still fixed on the drying patch of wetness in her pussy lips.
"Don't wanna go," she says resolutely, and wraps a hand around her thigh, nails digging into her soft flesh. "Want to eat unnie again. Can I eat your pussy again? Please."
Jimin shakes her head reluctantly, watching Junghwa's face fall, and gulps.
"I want..."
Junghwa blinks, waiting, and Jimin worries her abused bottom lip with her teeth, unsure.
"What do you want?" Junghwa encourages, gently stroking her hips.
Jimin takes a deep breath, and openly takes in the sight before her, of Junghwa, painted in the soft warm, light, breathless and ruined. It's so unreal and gorgeous that it makes her breath stutter.
Junghwa's hair has broken lose from her bun, and tumbles down her shoulder like wisps of silk, her eyes are hooded and hazy, pupils dilated, sooty lashes beaded with tears of pleasure. The entire column of her neck is covered in bruises of blue and purple, and scratches left by her clinging nails are scattered across her ribs and shoulder.
Her gaze lowers to her inner thighs, slowly climbing up her pussy that is soaked and glossy from the juices from Jimin's cunt, and a blush rises high on her cheeks. Her throat suddenly feels dry.
"What do you want, unnie?" Junghwa asks her again, blinking up at her with wide, receptive eyes, and gazes at her softly.
"Is it okay if I— I eat you out this time, b-baby?"
Junghwa smiles in surprise, her face lighting up like a child being handed a candy, and Jimin feels her heart do the same.
It is hours before they get their fill of each other, fucking again and again till their lips are bitten and raw, their pussies are aching and sore, their eyes are fluttering shut automatically, and birds have started chirping outside on the ledge of the window, but even then Jungha wants to go for another round.
"Jungha, tell me honestly," Jimin feels compelled to ask at last. She would've never had the courage to ask this sober, but now she's too sleepy to worry. "Since when have you been waiting to fuck me?"
"Since the day I saw you dance," Junghwa answers without hesitation, and Jimin's mouth hangs open.
"What? You mean the day you joined the dance team last year?"
Junghwa shakes her head shyly, then turns to look at her with an expression that's really... 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭— full of what Jimin doesn't know, she just knows that whatever it is, it is enough, and that she wants to drown herself in it.
"No, unnie. The year before that. When you visited Busan to perform at the semi finals for the annual dance tournament."
Jimin's breath hitches in her throat.
"That long?"
"That long." Junghwa smiles, running her hand gently down her face. "I saw you from the crowd, and I knew that you were special. There was something about you I couldn't place my finger on, but I wished that I could be close to you, wanted to make you mine."
"Am I yours now?" Jimin asks breathlessly, and the goofiest smile forms on Junghwa's lips.
She leans down to peck her on the tip of her nose.
"You have been mine for a long time now. You just didn't realize till now."
Entry from Jimin's Daily Journal,
1st September, 2022.
I think I may be in love with Junghwa.
Shit.