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One thing about Beomgyu is that she revels in Soobin’s attention.
She’s been this way forever. They met in their first year of university in an introductory Women and Gender Studies class. After a few class discussions, multiple conversations after class ended, and one laughter filled lunch together, Beomgyu had Soobin wrapped around her dainty little finger.
Now in their senior year of college, Beomgyu loves things this way. Soobin’s gaze heavy and following her movements around a shared friend's apartment. It was a very casual party, more of a get-together, but Beomgyu was dressed up for the occasion. She’s wearing a bolero top she crocheted herself, along with a black tank top and denim miniskirt with stars bedazzled on the butt pockets.
Soobin loves looking at her legs. Beomgyu knew wearing a miniskirt would guarantee her some of Soobin’s attention tonight no matter what she was doing or who she was talking to. Bare and on full display, her legs are pretty, tanned, and toned from Beomgyu’s consistent pilates sessions.
Maybe Beomgyu is a little perverted and sick in the head for dressing this way just for an ounce of Soobin’s attention, but Soobin isn't any better. Her eyes are unfocused and hazy while one of her nerdy male League friends tries to hold a conversation with her. Soobin is too busy trying to catch Beomgyu’s eye every few seconds and signal her to the bathroom.
After what feels like hours of slow, torturous waiting, Beomgyu finally stops teasing and pretending to not notice the desperate and pleading looks Soobin sends her way. She stares back at Soobin, watches her signal to the bathroom yet again, and she goes. A jolt of nerves passes through her, hoping Soobin really was signaling her like she thought and she wasn’t making things up in her head.
Beomgyu hoists herself up to sit on the bathroom counter while she waits. Soobin will take a few minutes before joining so they don’t look so obvious. Their… arrangement, is a secret to all of their friends. Beomgyu isn’t sure if she could handle Taehyun’s disappointed glower if she told her what they’ve been up to.
The moment Soobin slips in and locks the door, she’s kissing Beomgyu, desperately, as if they have no time before they’ll be separated again. Beomgyu doesn’t even have time to sigh in relief that Soobin really came. Technically, they do have a time restraint.
Soobin’s tongue is in her mouth in record time. Beomgyu would laugh if it wasn’t so dizzying—and if she didn’t have Soobin’s tongue in her mouth.
Soobin finally allows Beomgyu to breathe, mouth latching onto her neck instead. Her hand that was previously squeezing at Beomgyu’s thigh snakes up and rubs at her clothed folds. Beomgyu gasps, pulling Soobin’s hand away.
“Soobin! We’re literally in Sumin’s bathroom!”
“So?” Soobin pulls away from Beomgyu’s neck, plush lips forming a pout.
“ So , you’re not fucking me in someone’s bathroom. I have class .” Beomgyu means it. She was a little bratty, sure, having plotted this entire night on getting Soobin to take her to bed, but she didn’t intend for them to mess around while still at the party.
“You’ve been teasing me all night,” Soobin whines, her hand coming back to squeeze one of Beomgyu’s thighs. “I’ll be so quick, please.”
“No,” Beomgyu responds pettily. “Take me home if you want to touch me.”
“Yunjin and Karina will kill me if I leave this early. And Taehyun will notice and tell Kai. Give me 20 minutes, then we’ll go.”
Beomgyu stares at her in silence. Beomgyu wants to go back to one of their places and be alone with Soobin. She craves Soobin’s attention. She always has, even when they were just friends without the casual sex.
Beomgyu has a weakness for Soobin’s displays of thoughtfulness and affection. She absolutely melts when Soobin checks on her if she seems quiet, when she asks to spend time with Beomgyu not doing any particular thing, but just to be in her presence, or when Soobin bounds up to her like an excited puppy and tackles her in a hug every time they hang out.
Beomgyu wishes to soak up every bit of Soobin’s attention like a sunflower following the direction of the sun's rays.
She keeps her face flat, not revealing any of her thoughts.
“Okay, then 15 minutes,” Soobin negotiates. She pecks Beomgyu’s lips, probably hoping to convince her.
Beomgyu doesn’t relent. She crosses her arms in front of her. If Beomgyu was feeling more mature tonight she would have said yes. But right now, she wants Soobin all to herself.
“Just 10 minutes? I’ll just say goodbye to everyone.”
“Fine,” Beomgyu finally yields. “I’ll wait 10 minutes.”
“You’re the best.” Soobin kisses her again, gentle this time. She kisses Beomgyu as if they were real lovers and not friends in a sticky situation.
When she pulls away, Soobin is grinning like she just won the lottery. Beomgyu’s heart skips a beat.
Whatever that means.
Beomgyu leaves the bathroom a few minutes after Soobin. She strategically places herself close to the door for a quick exit once Soobin is ready to go. Beomgyu doesn’t normally say goodbye to her friends at parties, she just disappears when the time feels right and no one has ever questioned her before.
Outside, they walk hand in hand in the humid summer night. Soobin’s hand is sweaty and Beomgyu clutches it tightly. Her nose scrunches when an insect whizzes past, too close to her face.
There are yellow tinted street lights lighting up the path out of the apartment complex. Soobin’s complex is luckily only a 17 minute walk from this one, saving them the cost of a taxi. Beomgyu isn’t sure how lucky they really are when she feels sweat trickling down her lower back and pooling at her neck and collarbones.
The dim lights and balmy air trigger her guilt.
“I feel bad for making you leave,” Beomgyu says quietly.
Sometimes Beomgyu demands too much. She wants all of Soobin to herself so badly, and belatedly realizes she didn’t ask if that’s what Soobin wanted too. This isn’t the first time Beomgyu has grabbed for too much of Soobin, and it likely won’t be the last.
“Why? I wanted to leave.” Soobin squeezes her hand and looks over at her, eyebrows furrowed.
“You were having a good time with our friends,” she explains. “I shouldn’t have pulled you away early.”
“I was having a good time,” Soobin admits. “But I wanted to be alone with you, too. It’s all I’ve been thinking about for days Beomgyu.”
Beomgyu peers up at her. Soobin is a bit taller. Her stomach churns. “Really?”
“Yeah,” Soobin affirms. “I missed you so much when you had band practice yesterday, I was so tempted to beg you to leave early.”
“Okay.” Beomgyu stares ahead, not wanting to betray any of her feelings, and keeps walking. A strange featherlike sensation settles in her stomach instead.
“Okay,” Soobin repeats.
Unlike outside, Soobin’s room is cool and dark. They’re lying on Soobin’s bed and her sheets are soft against Beomgyu’s sweat-soaked skin. Soobin hovers over her, and Beomgyu’s brain feels fuzzy.
“Make me feel good,” Beomgyu whispers demandingly. “I missed you.”
Soobin licks her neck. “I missed you too.”
Soobin strips off her shirt and licks Beomgyu’s collarbone. She’s not normally this tongue-y.
“Why do you keep licking me like a dog?”
Soobin’s face flushes. She bites at her favorite spot under Beomgyu’s collarbone to distract her.
“You’re going to leave a mark,” Beomgyu murmurs.
“I want to,” Soobin mumbles. She kisses her lazily then bites again, this time on Beomgyu’s neck. She sucks on the spot, running her tongue on the spot over and over.
“I never gave you permission to leave hickeys.”
“Can I, please?” Soobin’s eyes are pleading.
Beomgyu’s head tilts, a grin spreading across her face. Soobin was in a mood today.
“I don’t know, baby. What if other people see?”
“I want them to see.” Soobin kisses the air out of her this time. Her lips feel bruising against Beomgyu’s own and she pushes their bodies flush together, desperate to be as close as possible. Soobin pushes her knee between Beomgyu’s legs, whining into Beomgyu’s mouth.
“I’ll let you,” Beomgyu breathes against her mouth. “If you promise to be good tonight.”
Soobin’s own breath hitches. “Be good?”
“You have to listen to me tonight. Whatever I say. Can you do that?”
Soobin nods, looking a little dazed.
Beomgyu smiles. “Okay, go ahead.”
Soobin whines and buries herself in Beomgyu’s neck, biting, licking, and sucking to her heart's content. Beomgyu is sure she’s letting out the most embarrassing noises with Soobin’s mouth on her while her leg is pressed against her pussy.
Beomgyu grinds against Soobin, wrapping her arms around her neck for stability.
“Why do you—ah, baby that hurts. Why do you want to leave hickeys on me so badly?” Beomgyu asks breathlessly.
“You have a gig coming up,” Soobin says while nipping hard at her jaw, as if that somehow explains everything.
“And?”
“Everyone is always staring at you.” She can feel Soobin’s breath tickling her neck while she talks.
Beomgyu feels a familiar spike in her heart rate. Soobin says strange things sometimes.
“Touch me already,” she demands.
Soobin whimpers and the sound goes straight to Beomgyu’s cunt. She removes Beomgyu’s shirt and bra and gazes up at her through her long, dark lashes with her eyes half-lidded.
She looks meek and innocent, but Beomgyu knows there’s an abundance of perverted thoughts racing through Soobin’s mind.
“Can I?”
“Can you what?” Beomgyu tries to sound mocking, but her tone falls short. She’s nearly as affected as Soobin is, already breathing hard and barely anything has happened.
Soobin is embarrassed regardless, her cheeks turn crimson and she hides her face against Beomgyu’s warm body, whining.
“Baby, please,” Soobin complains, one of her hands rubbing circles in Beomgyu’s hip. Her bottom lip juts out and combined with her glassy, pleading eyes she’s making an unintentional puppy dog face.
Beomgyu threads her finger through Soobin’s hair and tugs her eyes up to meet her own properly. “Use your words.”
“Want to suck here…” Soobin murmurs.
“Good girl,” Beomgyu praises. Her skin is on fire. “Go ahead.”
Soobin continues to peer up at Beomgyu submissively as she moves to mouth at her chest. She sucks dark marks and nibbles or bites in other places, laving her tongue over them in an attempt to soothe the red blossoms on Beomgyu’s skin.
The feeling of Soobin’s warm and wet tongue has Beomgyu panting and moaning, the fiery feeling on her skin prickling all over her body. When Soobin takes one of Beomgyu’s nipples into her mouth, Beomgyu rocks her hips up, desperate for friction against her throbbing core.
“Bunny,” Beomgyu gasps, her fingers tightening in Soobin’s hair. Soobin swirls her tongue around her nipple. “Fuck, just like that.”
Soobin pushes her leg between Beomgyu’s once again, giving Beomgyu the opportunity to grind against her as she moves to suck on the other boob. Soobin is less neat this time, drooling as she messily sucks and flicks her tongue against the hardened bud. It's ridiculously hot—how Soobin rapidly loses herself in pleasing Beomgyu.
“Soobin,” Beomgyu moans, tugging at her head. “I wanna ride you.”
That quickly sets her in motion. With one last hasty open mouthed kiss to Beomgyu’s chest, Soobin scrambles off the bed to her drawers. All her toys are in the second drawer to the right. Soobin puts clothes Beomgyu leaves behind in that drawer as well.
She rushes to take out what she needs and secures the harness and strap to herself, making Beomgyu giggle on the bed while she strips off her remaining clothes.
Soobin’s eyes are wide with lust when she finally settles back against the headboard, strap securely attached to her hips and ready for whatever Beomgyu needs from her.
Beomgyu’s hands are on Soobin’s shoulders for support as she lowers herself onto Soobin’s strap. She whimpers when the head of it catches her cunt, and sinks down. Beomgyu’s only able to take half of it at first, leaning forward and whining into Soobin’s neck.
“Too big,” Beomgyu pants, her pussy clenching down around the strap-on. “You’re too big, unnie.” The strap-on really does feel too big, but Beomgyu only says it because she knows the effect her words have on Soobin.
“You can take it, baby. I know you can,” Soobin swears, her chest heaving. She rests both of her hands on Beomgyu’s hips, supporting her.
“I can’t,” Beomgyu whines. She’s a liar. Soobin fucked her with this strap a few days ago. She begged for it until she came three times.
“Please, Beomgyu,” Soobin begs. She says it with so much conviction you’d think it was her own, very real cock she wanted Beomgyu to properly sit down on. But that was Soobin—so far gone, so desperate to watch Beomgyu use her to please herself.
Beomgyu painfully grips Soobin’s shoulders and sinks all the way down with a whimper. Soobin moans, her eyes trained on her strap that has disappeared inside Beomgyu.
“Knew you could fit,” Soobin rasps, a lazy grin taking over her face.
“Don’t look so smug,” Beomgyu complains, but there’s hardly any bite in her words. She’s currently trying to not move in Soobin’s lap and be reduced to a whining mess in seconds. Beomgyu wants to keep the semblance of control she has for now.
Tonight, Beomgyu calls the shots and Soobin follows along, giving her whatever she wants. And a particularly taunting idea passes through Beomgyu’s mind.
Beomgyu manages to reach her discarded phone on Soobin’s nightstand. She grabs it, lays her head on Soobin’s shoulder, and begins using it like ordinary, like she wasn’t currently seated on Soobin’s strap-on that she asked for tonight.
“What are you doing?” Soobin asks, head tilting downward to get a peek of Beomgyu’s phone.
“Just scrolling,” Beomgyu replies casually, even giving a little shrug. Truthfully, the angle is difficult and Beomgyu’s hole is definitely clenching around the strap, desperate for her to move already, but she’s not going to. Not until Soobin is begging for it.
So, Beomgyu pretends to mindlessly scroll through her phone. Feigning nonchalance is easier when Soobin can’t properly look at her.
After a few minutes (that really feels like an hour), one of Soobin’s hands grabs Beomgyu’s chin and lifts it gently. Beomgyu’s resolve nearly cracks but she stays strong, looking at her with fake confusion.
“What’s wrong, Binnie?”
Soobin’s eyes are glassy and wet with unshed tears. Her face is flushed and her bottom lip is jutted out pathetically.
“I thought you were going to use me…” she whispers softly.
“I am, aren’t I? I’m sitting on your cock,” Beomgyu knows she's being mean, but the gulp she sees Soobin swallow down is just so, so rewarding.
“I… I thought…” Soobin trails off, unable to form a complete sentence.
Beomgyu sighs dramatically, as if this were a great inconvenience to her. “You wanted to watch me ride you that badly? Is that it, you pervert?”
Soobin’s cheeks and ears are as red as can be, her eyes still brimming with tears, but she nods furiously.
“Then beg for it.”
Soobin’s eyes widen. “Please, Beomie. Use me. Ride me. Please, I want it so bad.”
Beomgyu frowns. “What do I get out of it?”
“Please, I’ll make you come. Use me and I’ll make you come, I promise.” Soobin’s hands find her hips, the grip strong enough to bruise. Beomgyu would reprimand her if she didn’t enjoy it so much.
She doesn’t answer Soobin, instead she tosses her phone to the other side of the bed and sits up so she’s properly facing Soobin.
Soobin’s face lights up with relief; Beomgyu nearly laughs.
Beomgyu experimentally grinds on the strap and moans, her pussy was honestly aching with need by now.
“Fuck,” she pants. She rolls her hips more, finally giving herself some of the relief she’s been craving.
Hands squeeze at her hips—Soobin, who wants to see Beomgyu bouncing on her strap more than anything.
She gives it to her. Beomgyu shakily lifts herself up, slowly and carefully, before sinking back down on Soobin’s lap.
They both groan loudly. Soobin guides her back up again and again as Beomgyu begins working up a steady rhythm, riding Soobin in earnest.
“You feel, ah ,” Beomgyu whines, clenching when she’s pulled back down roughly. Soobin was definitely doing a lot more helping than she was supposed to. “Feel so good, unnie.”
Soobin falters for a moment, then she’s even rougher with Beomgyu. Guiding her up and pulling her back down with a bit more speed than before. Beomgyu’s fully bouncing in her lap, the feeling of the strap going in and out, in and out, driving her mad as whimpers and moans escape her uncontrollably.
“Soobin,” Beomgyu gasps, feeling a warm, pulling feeling in her gut building rapidly. “Bunny, I’m close.”
She gets the hint and one hand finds Beomgyu’s clit, rubbing the nub in quick circles while she continues to help Beomgyu ride her.
Beomgyu’s thighs clench in anticipation of her impending orgasm. It’s the soft sound of Soobin whimpering in her ear that has her finally letting go, collapsing against Soobin as her pussy clenches tightly. The fingers at her clit are still rubbing little circles and Soobin’s hips are canting up, trying to fuck Beomgyu through her orgasm.
Beomgyu whines and squeezes Soobin’s arm when it finally feels like too much, but after Soobin eases her onto the bed and shucks off the straps harness, she puts a pillow under Beomgyu’s hips and lays on her stomach. “Use my mouth?”
She nods feverently, threading her fingers through Soobin’s hair and pulling her plush mouth to her pussy. Soobin’s tongue feels like magic; sparks and fire crawl all over her skin as she messily licks and laps at Beomgyu’s pussy, sucking her clit into her mouth.
The second orgasm hits Beomgyu by surprise, thighs caging Soobin’s head tightly. It can’t be comfortable, but Soobin doesn’t falter one bit. She keeps eating Beomgyu out like she’s the best thing she’s ever tasted. Soobin licks her clean until Beomgyu finally whines from the overstimulation and tugs her away.
Beomgyu’s chest is heaving and her body is spent, but she says, “Come here. Your turn.”
“I was touching myself while I ate you out,” Soobin replies, breathless. Her chin is wet and glistening. “I came twice.”
Beomgyu pouts. “You should have let me help.”
“Stop that. Everything you did was helping. That was all so hot.” Soobin nudges her aside and cuddles into her side, her mouth at Beomgyu’s neck. She leaves gentle kisses everywhere, followed by a few stinging bites. Of course she’d still want to leave more hickeys.
“Was it… satisfying for you?” A hint of insecurity colors her voice. Now that she’s relaxed, doubt inevitably begins clouding her mind. Had she been too much? Did Soobin like it?
“Very satisfying. We could do another round right now if you want.” Soobin grins at her.
Beomgyu sighs. “I’m being serious.”
“So am I.” Soobin kisses gently up the length of Beomgyu’s neck and then her lips, slowly and sweetly. Beomgyu can taste herself on Soobin’s tongue. It sends a shiver of possessiveness down her spine.
After a few more of Soobin’s addicting kisses, they cuddle in comfortable silence for a few minutes. Beomgyu wishes she could pause the world and stay in this moment for a while.
A dangerous thought she quickly dismisses.
“We should shower.” Beomgyu says. “I don’t want to go to sleep all sticky.”
“I wanna cuddle for a little bit,” Soobin whines.
“Cuddle for a few minutes, then shower,” Beomgyu compromises.
“Together?”
“Of course.”
Instead, they fall asleep bundled in each other’s arms.
The next morning, they have enough time to shower together before Soobin has class and Beomgyu has band practice. Beomgyu thanks all that is holy; she’s pretty sure she sweated up a storm even before they’d had sex so she really needs to wash off by now.
To no one's surprise, Soobin tries to get handsy, but Beomgyu isn’t having it. She craves spoiling Soobin as much as Soobin spoils her, so after Beomgyu goes down on her in the shower, she forces Soobin to relax and let her wash her hair.
Soobin returns the favor (Beomgyu has her own toiletry bag here, including her special conditioner), smiling sweetly at Beomgyu when she catches her eyes.
There’s a strange ache in Beomgyu’s chest every time they do something intimate like this. She isn’t sure what it means. She imagines herself forcing a lid onto a box, shoving those weird thoughts and strange sensations down into it and hearing the click of the lid in place.
After their shower they get dressed. Beomgyu already has an assortment of her own clothes at Soobin’s apartment, but she grabs one of Soobin’s shirts regardless. She pairs it with an open flannel and cargo shorts she left behind the last time they hooked up.
Soobin is dressed in some light wash jeans and a flowy white top with her huge zebra patterned backpack slung on her back, her long black hair cascading down over it.
Beomgyu doesn’t have the heart to tell her that her backpack nearly ruins her cute look. Soobin’s quite adamant that the ginormous and horrendous bag is handy for carrying all her things, and worst of all, trendy . At least she still has the pink Among Us keychain Beomgyu gifted her on it.
“We still have some time,” Soobin points out as she fastens some clip-on earrings at the last minute. She looks at them in the mirror before scrunching her nose and taking them back off. “Let’s go get breakfast together.”
Beomgyu doesn’t have much with her, but she’ll need to go home and pick up her guitar and journal anyways. Not that any of that truly matters—she would have agreed to breakfast with Soobin even if she was going to be late to band practice.
It’s bright and sunny outside, but Beomgyu takes a risk and reaches for Soobin’s hand anyways. A spike of fear runs through her at the thought of one of their mutual friends seeing and asking questions, but she pushes it away. Beomgyu always has an inclination to be clingier after they hook up and right now she needs this.
Soobin doesn’t hesitate in taking Beomgyu’s hand in hers, threading their fingers together.
Beomgyu lets out a breath of relief she didn’t even know she was holding.
It feels nice to walk around campus with Soobin like this, hand in hand and seemingly unbothered. The air is still humid and Soobin’s hand is sticky in hers with sweat. Beomgyu doesn’t mind. She secretly wishes Soobin’s sweat would harden like glue and keep them stuck together for the rest of the day. But instead, they arrive at their breakfast destination and Soobin pulls her hand out of Beomgyu’s to open the door for her.
Soobin pulls out Beomgyu’s chair for her before moving to sit on her own.
“What’s the band practicing today?” Soobin asks conversationally after they’ve ordered.
“We’ll practice the set we prepared for our gig on Thursday. Probably work on some new music if we have time before Winter and I have to leave for class,” Beomgyu replies, relaxing against the restaurant chair.
“Ohh, new songs?” Soobin’s eyebrows are raised.
“We still sing too many covers,” Beomgyu expands. “It just takes us time to make our own stuff since we’re all so busy.”
Beomgyu feels pride well up in her chest whenever she discusses her band. It had been her and Winter’s idea at the end of their first year and they officially started the band, named Thursday's Child, during their second year. The name came to be because their first official practice had been on a Thursday. It was supposed to be tentative, a placeholder until they found something else, but it stuck. They played small local gigs and worked on building up their fanbase and discography while they still studied.
Soobin has attended multiple gigs before. Beomgyu thinks she plays her best when her friend is watching. It’s not necessarily about their arrangement or trying to attract Soobin; Beomgyu wants to show off how passionate and driven she can be. Playing music with her bandmates is the only way she knows how.
There’s something about getting lost in it all—when Beomgyu is so into the music she doesn’t remember when the first song started and when the last one will end. She’s focused on the sounds her guitar makes, how her solos hype up the crowd, Kai’s booming drums, Winter’s projecting voice, and Yuqi’s deep bass. It’s the only way Beomgyu feels truly confident, like she can truly express herself.
“I want to hear any new things you helped come up with. Make sure to show me.” Soobin nudges her foot under the table.
Beomgyu nudges her foot back and smiles. “Are you coming on Thursday?”
Soobin pouts and her shoulders deflate. “I had to pick up some more tutoring shifts, I don’t think I’ll be able to make it.”
Beomgyu tries not to let the disappointment show on her face. “There’s always the next one.”
“Let me know as soon as you have one scheduled, I’ll cancel any sessions I have.”
Beomgyu gives her a small, grateful smile.
After breakfast, Soobin insists on walking Beomgyu back to her apartment before she goes to class. She’ll barely make it on time, but Beomgyu finds it difficult to argue with the exaggerated puppy dog face Soobin makes.
Their arms are swinging between the two of them on the walk. Beomgyu hums the tune of a melody she’s been working on.
She catches the sight of a butterfly pollinating the flower and for some reason she can’t look away. Beomgyu observes the way the butterfly approaches the flower, its hovering and flitting movements look like hesitation. Eventually it settles on the flower, and it stays for so long that Beomgyu has to turn her head back to get a glimpse of it finally flying away, its skinny legs covered in sticky pollen.
Beomgyu isn’t sure why the sight captivates her.
When they make it to Beomgyu’s apartment, Soobin cages her against the door. Beomgyu’s mouth falls open in surprise.
“You’ve been quiet this morning…” Soobin murmurs softly.
“Just a lot on my mind,” Beomgyu reassures her, stomach lurching. “I’m fine, though.”
“Are you sure?” Soobin’s eyebrows furrow in concern.
“Yes, I’m sure,” Beomgyu replies, bringing a hand up to Soobin’s arm and giving it a squeeze.
Soobin’s face softens, and she cups both of Beomgyu’s cheeks with her hands before leaning in for a soft kiss.
Their foreheads are still pressed together when she pulls away. “I’ll see you later, yeah?”
Beomgyu nods, breathless. She watches as Soobin retreats with one final look at her, off to some hyper specific literature class she takes for her major.
With a heaving sigh, Beomgyu grabs her things and rushes to band practice.
As music department students, the band take turns renting studio rooms for their practices for free. It’s convenient for them, since the building's rooms are specifically made for this purpose. The only difficulty is booking in advance so that they could get one of the larger rooms with a drum set and enough amps, but between the four of them they were able to secure the appropriate practice studios most of the time.
Beomgyu hurries to put her things down and set up her guitar. She could rent the music department’s instruments like the rest of them did, but she prefers using her own guitars as much as possible. She only has a couple, but each of them were equally as special and expensive.
Lately, Beomgyu is using Bea , a baby blue and white stratocaster she got for her birthday last year from her parents. It was a shocking gift, but extremely meaningful nonetheless. Bea plays so smoothly and Beomgyu loves the contrast of the soft color scheme against her usual grungy, androgynous style in clothes.
Kai, Yuqi, and Winter set up as well and they fall into an easy rhythm for practice. They go through the setlist they’ve been using for recent gigs with ease, running some songs twice when necessary. It’s all peaceful until Beomgyu leaves for a bathroom break and comes back to Kai flipping through one of her journals. Beomgyu’s blood goes cold.
Normally, Beomgyu wouldn’t mind this. They all write but Beomgyu writes the most lyrics for their music, so her songwriting journal gets passed around quite often amongst the group. However, the journal in Kai’s hands is not Beomgyu’s songwriting journal.
Kai is currently thumbing through Beomgyu’s very personal journal. Where she writes her very personal feelings into songs that won’t see the light of day, that she would like other people to not read.
Beomgyu dives for the journal, snatching it out of Kai’s hands with a yelp. Yuqi looks over at them in interest. Winter is texting and pays them no mind.
“What was that for? I was just checking if—”
“That’s my personal journal!” Beomgyu’s face starts to feel hot. She points to the other book that’s half fallen out of her bag. “That’s the one I write our lyrics in!”
“Just an accident, Beomie. She was trying to see if you had anything for us. Why did you bring your diary to practice, though?” Yuqi asks, amused.
“Wait, but you actually have really good lyrics in there unnie,” Kai cuts in. She smiles with faux innocence at Beomgyu. “I’m sorry I accidentally read the wrong journal, but could we use—”
“No,” Beomgyu snaps, horrified. “No. Definitely not. Sorry.”
Winter looks up from her phone. “You holding back on us?” she teases with a wiggle of her eyebrows.
“Guys,” Beomgyu whines. “This is embarrassing. Kai please forget everything you just read. Please .”
“But now I’m curious,” Yuqi complains.
“Me too,” Winter adds.
“We are not using these. We can’t.” Beomgyu holds the journal to her chest protectively and wraps her arms around it.
“Of course, we’d never use anything you aren’t comfortable with,” Yuqi reassures her. “We just want to read it.”
Beomgyu doesn’t want to give in, but knowing Kai has already read her private thoughts and feelings, it feels more suspicious, like Beomgyu has something to hide if she doesn’t agree. It doesn’t help that Beomgyu sees Kai eyeing her neck, where the hickeys she carefully covered with concealer are. If looked at closely, they could somewhat be seen, and Kai was definitely squinting.
So Beomgyu relents, hands over the journal open to the page Kai was reading off of and turns to bury her head in her hands.
Winter and Yuqi read over it in silence, with Kai eagerly looking between them for a reaction.
“Beomgyu…” Winter starts, then stops. “Your writing is really good. Let’s get back to work.”
They all agree, and Beomgyu sighs in relief.
She doesn’t hear Yuqi whisper to Kai, “Did you know she was seeing someone?”
Nor does she hear Kai’s whispered reply of, “I had no idea, but now I’m dying to know who she wrote that about.”
Beomgyu buries the journal at the bottom of her bag and prays they don’t ask questions later.