There's somewhat of a reprieve from all the sexual tension when some of the girls from Jimin's squad join them for a dance. Minju is among them as well with Jaemin not too far behind. Suddenly Jimin isn't as close to combusting like she was before.

It's a much-needed break and Jimin attempts to pull herself together.

Minjeong's completely oblivious to her struggle as she and Minju dance and sing at the top of their lungs along with the others. Jimin smiles adoringly at the blonde purely because she can't help it. Minjeong's excitement is as infectious as it is extremely endearing.

It's like no matter what scenario you put her in, Minjeong thrives in every single one. Whether it's Jimin's family or her friends or even her squad – Minjeong never struggles to blend. It amazes Jimin how well the blonde fits into all aspects of her life.

"Come with me to the bar!" Jaemin calls out to Jimin, "I'm doing a drink run."

Jimin nods, thankful for the interruption before attempting to alert Minjeong that she'll be back. The blonde's so lost in the music though that she doesn't notice. Jimin figures she'll be alright being left with her squad while she and Jaemin grab the drinks so she quickly follows after him before he's lost in the crowd.

Once they get there, Jimin downs the rest of her drink and orders another round for her and Minjeong while Jaemin orders for him and Minju. With the distance between them, Jimin's head starts to clear off the lust-filled thoughts brought on by Minjeong's dancing. Still, Jimin can't help but look for Minjeong on the dancefloor from where she stands.

"So acting, huh?" Jaemin comments with a nudge to Jimin's side. "Wish Minju was down to do some acting with me too."

"Shut up," Jimin waves off. "We're just dancing."

Jaemin laughs, "The only reason you can call it that still is because you two are on a dancefloor and there's music playing."

Jimin looks away as she fights a blush.

"Anywhere else?" Jaemin adds with the shake of his head. "You two might as well get a room."

"Please," Jimin scolds. "Me and Minjeong are just friends, remember?"

"Do you?" Jaemin challenges.

Jimin pauses as she turns to look at him again. The rebuttal dies on her lips though.

It gets harder to remind herself if she's being honest, but she knows even in her most vulnerable, drunken state she still somehow plays by the rules. Tonight won't be any different because nothing's changed. In the morning, she and Minjeong are still bound by rules and boundaries and roles that need to be played.

"Of course I do," Jimin reminds him.

"Alright, just checking," Jaemin shrugs as the bartender slides them their drinks and Jaemin begins to pay. "You don't have anything against me hooking up with Minju though, right?"

That has Jimin laughing her ass off as she pats his shoulder, "God, I wish I had your confidence sometimes."

"The hell does that mean?" Jaemin frowns.

"Minju's not into you."

"She's totally into me," Jaemin replies. "Why do you think we've been hanging out all night?"

"Because you're the one buying her drinks," Jimin laughs. "Of course she'll stick around. The girl loves free things."

Jaemin shakes his head and smirks, "Nah, she's into me – just watch. Minju can't get enough of these."

"Okay Jaemin," Jimin chuckles as she helps him carry the drinks back to the others.

Jaemin's still trying to state his case while they navigate through the dancefloor without spilling their drinks. It takes extreme skill and a little luck, especially while a Ke$ha song plays in a club full of cheerleaders.

Barely a drop is spilled until she spots Minjeong just a few steps away with some meathead trying to dance with her. Minjeong's still in her own world as she bounces around with Minju, but the guy behind them is mind- bogglingly persistent – strike one.

"Are you seeing this?" Jimin asks Jaemin.

"Uh-huh," Jaemin answers just as they see Minju try to tell him off.

"Dude no,"

Jimin hears her say but the guy is unfazed. Judging by the popped collar and fuckboy haircut, of course he wouldn't take no for an answer.

Things get even worse for the guy when Jimin sees him put his hands on Minjeong's waist. Jimin sees red the moment Minjeong tries shrugging him off and he resists – strike two.

Jimin quickens her pace in an instant, hoping Jaemin's right on her heels in case she needs the backup. She barely thinks at this point, all she's focused on is stepping up to this clown and putting him in his place – enter Karina.

"Hey! Beat it," Jimin shoves at the guy's shoulder when she's close enough.

The guy is surprised and goes to eye her up and down before coming to the conclusion that Jimin isn't a threat. In fact, he smirks at her which only makes Jimin's blood boil.

"She's with me," Jimin says warningly. "You need to fuck off."

"Don't worry, baby, there's more of me to go around," He slurs as he drapes his arms around Minjeong and Minju – strike three. "It's all good!"

Jimin takes actions speak louder than words quite literally and swings first which surprises everyone – even her. She's usually one to argue a little more before she gets physical, but apparently it's different when Minjeong is involved.

"Oh my God," Minjeong shrieks. "Jimin!"

Jimin's fist aches the moment it makes contact with the guy's nose but thankfully the alcohol and pure rage numb the pain for now.

"What the fuck?" The guy cries out as he holds his hand over his nose.

"Yeah probably, should've fucked off when she told you too," Jaemin laughs at him.

"You need to get your bitch in line!"

Jaemin's brows rise while Jimin lunges at the guys again.

"Who are you calling bitch?" Jimin snaps but before she can give him a good kick in the crotch, Jaemin's putting himself between the two.

"Okay!" Jaemin looks back at the guy as he keeps Jimin at bay, "You should go while you still can. You've really pissed her off now."

While Minju struggles to hold all the drinks, Minjeong scrambles to Jimin's side.

"What are you doing?" Minjeong asks breathlessly while Jaemin makes sure the guy really does fuck off. "Are you okay? I can't believe you did that."

"I'm fine," Jimin lies and goes to shake off the ache. She can't tell if Minjeong's about to scold her or what so she speaks honestly, "You know how I feel about guys touching people without permission. I'm not a fan and that guy was exceptionally douchey."

Minjeong watches her with this unreadable expression on her face. With how wound up Jimin is from the adrenaline of literally punching a guy and all that built-up sexual tension from before, she's back to nearly combusting. Her patience wears thinner the longer Minjeong just stares at her until finally Jimin breaks.

"What?" She sighs. "Look, if you're going to lecturing me about violence is never the answer or something just do it al– "

Minjeong shuts her up with a heated kiss.

It's like Jimin's a balloon and Minjeong just kissed all the hot air out of her. The way Minjeong holds her face in her hands is too intimate, but Jimin's stuck still – subdued yet again but Minjeong's lips.

Once Jimin overcomes the surprise of it all, she slowly relaxes into it, letting Minjeong's tongue swipe against her bottom lip. She melts at the feel of it and hands over control because at this point, she doesn't know what to do with herself.

All she seems to think is Minjeong, Minjeong, Minjeong.

"Hey! Hey!" Minju catcalls which has the girls pulling away in a daze.

Jimin looks at Minjeong and finds dazzling brown eyes darkening just as they did before Jimin left with Jaemin for the bar. It's a look that excites her and leaves her throbbing when she really shouldn't be. If she were anybody else, this would be the moment Jimin drags her away to somewhere private so that she could show off what a look like that makes her capable of.

"Hi, yeah a little help here?" Minju interrupts again, gesturing to the drinks she struggles to hang onto.

Jimin tears her eyes away from Minjeong's so she can grab her drink while Minjeong does the same.

"You two," Minju shakes her head and laughs. "I thought you were about to rip each other's clothes off and go at it right here."

Jimin smirks and glances over to Minjeong to gauge her reaction, but the blonde is quick to hide behind her drink. Meanwhile, Jaemin rejoins the group. He fills them in on what happened with the meathead but Jimin doesn't pay any attention to that. She's still stuck on that look Minjeong gave her. She wonders what it could mean, but a little part of her thinks she might know already.

─

When Jimin catches Minjeong's eye again a moment later, the blonde softens. She's attempting to keep her smile from growing and it has Jimin narrowing her eyes.

"What?"

Minjeong shakes her head and smirks, "You know you're like...small compared to that guy, right?"

Jimin raises her brow, "So?"

"So you can't go picking fights with guys three times your size," Minjeong says.

"I didn't pick the fight, he did."

"Jimin..."

"What? He did!" Jimin puffs out her chest. "It's not my fault he picked the wrong one. If he thinks he can touch my girl, he's got another thing coming."

Jimin notices that look again as she takes a long swig of her drink. It's the same look she saw last night while she had her back against the wall. It's a look she has seen many times when it comes to other girls. With Minjeong though, she's only seen it one other time – Johnny's party.

It's the fine, flimsy line between pretending and not once again causing issues. It's a line that separates what Jimin wants and what she can't have. It's a line separating her from acting on her impulses and resisting. It's a line that Jimin has decided one of them is inevitably going to cross.

Judging by the look on Minjeong's face, it's only a matter of time before someone breaks.

─

Jimin wonders if it might happen tonight.

Ever since Jimin's disagreement with the meathead, Minjeong's behavior has shifted. Her hands grow bolder with every movement which Jimin isn't complaining about. In fact, she's loving every second of it because if Minjeong's wanting to cross a line tonight Jimin doubts she'll be able to put a stop to it this time.

Normally, Jimin would be trying to convince herself that Minjeong's actions were all a part of the act but it doesn't seem to be true tonight. And tonight, Jimin can't help but play along with it all just to see how far Minjeong will go.

If Jimin's always the one to pull away, what would happen if she just...didn't? What would Minjeong do? Would she be the one to pull away instead or is this all just fun and games?

─

As the night goes on, Jimin grows more and more curious.

It's one thing for her and Minjeong to keep up appearances around the squad but Jimin doubts any of them are paying attention by now. Everyone's too drunk to notice anyone but the person in front of them – including Jimin.

And why would she want to focus on anyone else when the person in front of her is Minjeong? Who else could make her feel the way that she does with just a touch? Hell, with just one look.

There's no one – Jimin knew that last night and she still hasn't changed her mind. If anything, she knows now more than ever that she's hopelessly got herself wrapped around Minjeong's pinky.

Like Minjeong, Jimin's movements have grown bolder too. It's like she's testing the waters, trying to see how far Minjeong will let her hands travel. Minjeong doesn't stop her either, even as Jimin's hands glide down Minjeong's spine or as Jimin drags her nails down her back.

"Fuck," Minjeong curses at the feel before she's sinking her teeth into Jimin's neck.

Jimin groans and the throbbing between her legs intensifies, but she manages to hang onto the upper hand while it lasts.

"Does that feel good?" She whispers into Minjeong's ear. She makes sure her lips brush against the shell, hoping it elicits the same kind of shiver that Minjeong causes whenever she does the same to her.

Minjeong doesn't answer though. All Jimin sees is her biting back another whimper and it's enough to egg her on even more. She spends a lot of time bending to Minjeong, but oh the satisfaction when the roles are reversed.

"It does," She says behind a smug grin as she turns in Minjeong's embrace. She reaches back to grip at the back of Minjeong's neck and rasps, "Doesn't it?"

Minjeong answers by spinning Jimin back around to face her. There's that same hunger in her eyes before she's bending forward, capturing Jimin's lips with her own. The way Minjeong kisses her this time isn't so delicate though. It reminds Jimin of the moment they shared in Johnny's bathroom – there's this need, this desperation and Jimin revels in this side of Minjeong she so rarely gets to see.

"Fuck, Minjeong—" Jimin groans when Minjeong starts nipping at her jawline. The room spins but she doubts the alcohol is the only culprit. Kissing Minjeong has an equally drunken effect but the curious side of her still craves assurance, "I thought you said this was a one-time thing."

"I thought it was," Minjeong rasps against Jimin's mouth.

Jimin smirks against Minjeong's, "Yet here we are."

"You're right," Minjeong hesitates. Her lips are just a breath away from Jimin's, somewhat swollen from the feverish kisses. She teases Jimin by tilting her head as if she were to continue, "Are you saying we should stop?"

Jimin gulps and the tequila presses her to do something quick. She glances from Minjeong's mouth to stormy dark eyes and asks, "Do you really want to?"

Minjeong bite her lip before she's slowly shaking her head, "No."

"Then don't," Jimin replies coolly although she feels lightheaded from being this wrapped up in Minjeong.

Minjeong takes the hint and she's back on Jimin in an instant. The closer Minjeong gets to the hinge of her jaw, the tighter Jimin winds up. It's like she's a rubber band being stretched to its limits and Minjeong's the one doing the stretching. It's the worst analogy ever though because the thought of anything being stretched sends Jimin's mind right to the gutter.

As if it wasn't already there...

Now she's thinking about how easy it would be to slip her hand up under Minjeong's dress just so she can see for herself if the blonde is as turned on as she is right now. If she has to guess, Jimin would bet the girl is soaked because there's no way she couldn't be after an entire night of teasing – hell, after months of it.

When Minjeong's lips finally make contact with the most sensitive spot on Jimin's neck, the cheerleader wavers and grips at Minjeong's hips as she lets out a shameless moan. She can feel Minjeong's smirk against her skin and it has Jimin digging her nails into Minjeong's waist to keep from sinking to her knees right there on the dancefloor.

At this point, she doesn't care who's around and she doesn't care who sees.

All Jimin wants to do is wear Minjeong's thighs like earmuffs and go to town on her. The upper hand she so proudly wielded before has already begun to slip away, but she's not exactly complaining – especially when Minjeong pulls away for a moment to look at her.

Again, it's the same hungry look from before but Jimin doesn't run from it. She doesn't go overthinking what it could mean because she knows. That's the look of someone who's looking for trouble and god, Jimin's more than happy to give it to her. So she stares right back – tempting Minjeong to break if that's what she really wants to do.

This is the point of no return again and unlike the last time, Jimin won't stand in the way. They can't hide behind their fake relationship now, they're both too far gone. They can't even point out where fake girlfriends end and they begin.

They've crossed a line, Jimin just wants to know how far Minjeong is willing to go beyond it.

Someone has to make a move, someone has to intervene – if anything, for their sanity.

Surprisingly, that someone is Jimin. The tequila tells her head and her heat to shut up for once because it's in control now. No more dumb rules and even dumber boundaries. It's done with the politics of it all; you want answers? The tequila is here to help with that.

"Do you want to– "

"Yes."

Jimin smirks at Minjeong's eagerness. She can barely get her question out, but she guesses it doesn't matter when they're both on the same page. It takes Jimin no time at all before she's leading the way outside in hopes of finding a ride back to the hotel before all this confidence runs out and she's smacked upside the head by reality.

─

The ride back to the hotel is tense but Jimin can't tell if it's the good kind of tension or not. They sit on separate sides of the car with way too much space between them in complete silence. There's this buzz that rattles them as Minjeong's gaze sits on her hands while Jimin stares a hole into the back of the passenger side's headrest.

Jimin worries that the ride might've killed their moment and maybe in the ten minute silence, the two of them are shaken from their lust-filled daze. Maybe the clouds are parting, maybe reality is about to hit them both upside the head a lot sooner than Jimin thought?

Maybe she would've been better off leading Minjeong into a bathroom stall where many of her other bad ideas have played out? Is that her admitting that this is a bad idea? Is there still time to back out? Is that what she really wants?

"Here you are," The driver says as he parks the car in front of their hotel entrance.

Jimin blinks out of her thoughts and pays the man before exiting. She can sense Minjeong's close behind, but everything feels different now that they've left the club. There's no loud music to drown out her thoughts. No pounding bass to mask the way her heart rapidly beats.

It's only the distant sounds of cars, of chatter just outside the hotel doors and sticky skin from a humid summer night. Without all the club's background noise, Jimin's worrying returns.

It stops just as fast though when Jimin feels Minjeong reach for her hand from behind. Their fingers lace together effortlessly as Minjeong steps forward and sinks into Jimin's side. When Jimin glances to her, there's that same tempting look again.

"My room or yours?" Minjeong asks and it's all the reassurance Jimin needs.

─

All the worrying that tried resurfacing before is forgotten the moment they reach the elevator doors. Jimin's not sure who moves first, but once the doors close they're back on each other once again. It's all rough kisses and wandering hands and breathy moans.

Jimin struggles to pin Minjeong while the blonde tries wedging her thigh between Jimin's legs. They're so caught up in wanting to make the other fall apart the fastest that Jimin realizes they've yet to press the button for her floor.

"Minjeong," Jimin whines as the blonde assaults her neck. "Minjeong...the floor."

"Really?" Minjeong mumbles as she glances down. "I mean, if you want– "

"Not that," Jimin giggles and reaches behind Minjeong so she can press her floor. "But good to know you'd be into it."

Minjeong rolls her eyes and leans forward to kiss Jimin again as the elevator begins to move. Jimin gives up the fight for the next twenty seconds. If anything, it's only to catch her breath and get her head in the game for when they make it to her room instead. She's done a lot of fantasizing about this moment and damnit, she's going to test out as many as she can while she can.

"Just here," Jimin motions to her door as she and Minjeong stumble down the hallway from the elevator. Minjeong's giggling as Jimin struggles to walk in a straight line and the sound of her laughter makes Jimin giggle too. "Shh, Minjeong. We can't wake anyone."

"You really think people are sleeping?" Minjeong smirks as she slinks into Jimin's side. "I bet you'll hear your answer if you listen close enough."

Jimin knows this floor is reserved for her squad plus one other. She scrunches her nose at what Minjeong's implying.

"I'm not trying to hear any of them," Jimin says as they reach her door. She turns to lean against it with her key in hand, admiring how Minjeong draws in close. "I rather think about what'll make you moan instead."

Minjeong quirks her brow at that while Jimin swells with pride, amazed that cocky comment came out of her. Maybe the old her is still somewhere in there, the one that thrives in risky situations like this, all she needed was a little coaxing.

"Get the door open then," Minjeong husks. "Come see for yourself."

Jimin smirks at that. She doesn't even take her eyes off of Minjeong as she blindly reaches back with her keycard until she hears the door click. The sound is like the gunshot before a race and the both of them push on the door except – something's in the way of opening it.

"Shit! Someone's here!"

"It's not someone, it's Jimin. Who else would have a key?"

Jimin's jaw drops when she realizes she knows those voices. She looks up at Minjeong who has her pressed against the door still and finds she's thinking the same.

"Jaemin?" Minjeong mouths.

Jimin nods, "And Minju."

They're shocked but it's more hilarious than surprising.

"You two better keep to your side of the room!" Jimin teases through the crack in the doorway. "Minju! I'm very disappointed in you."

"Fuck off, Jimin!" Minju laughs. "I couldn't help myself."

"It's the hair," Jaemin calls out.

"Oh babe, it's not..."

"Wait what?"

Jimin can hear them shuffling around while they hash out what possibly could've done it for Minju. It's a pairing she did not expect knowing Minju and that's what makes it all the more hilarious but the interruption only deters Jimin and Minjeong from their own mission for a moment.

"Let's go to my room," Minjeong says softly. "This one's taken."

"Clearly," Jimin snickers. Right before she closes the door she calls out one last time, "Make good choices, kids!"

─

She and Minjeong giggle and stumble back towards the elevator for round two of a sloppy make out session while they travel down to Minjeong's floor.

Much like before, Jimin can barely tell where she ends and Minjeong begins. She can't get enough of Minjeong's mouth on her skin or how her hands feel squeezing her ass. All her clothes feel too tight and she can't wait until Minjeong rips them off of her.

"Hope I have the key still," Minjeong jokes as she slumps against her door. She makes a show of patting at her nonexistent pockets.

Jimin raises her brow as she slides her hands up Minjeong's stomach, "Need a hand?"

"I will," Minjeong grins devilishly as she pulls her keycard from her bra.

─

When Minjeong gets the door unlocked, they can't get into the room fast enough. The only light left on is the one in the bathroom and neither of them move to turn on any more. In the darkness, it's less intimate and that's what Jimin needs right now. She doesn't know what any of this means but she knows she doesn't want to figure it out.

Right now, there's this insatiable hunger and there's only one way to ease it. She doesn't want to think, she only wants to feel. Everything else, she'll just have to deal with afterward.

Jimin follows Minjeong further into the room, guided by Minjeong's hand in her own. Her entire body is buzzing with anticipation and she barely feels that the room spins as Minjeong stops them in front of her bed.

"We're really doing this," Jimin breathes out without thinking. It's not a question, but more so a pinch to remind herself that she isn't drunkenly dreaming.

Minjeong's eyes shift back and forth, "You changing your mind again?"

If Jimin was sober she'd ask what Minjeong's implying but she's not sober, she's far from it so it goes over her head. Instead, she answers by asking a question of her own.

"You know what you're getting into?" Jimin asks behind a smirk.

Minjeong bites her lip and glances down Jimin's frame, "I was going to say your pants but you're not wearing any."

"That's not the only thing I'm not wearing."

When Minjeong's jaw drops, Jimin thinks she's finally done it. She broke through Minjeong's all-knowing reserve and surprised her in a way that only Jimin could, in a way that Jimin pulls all her confidence from. When it comes to getting girls hot and bothered, Jimin's a pro – even if she took the long way around when it comes to Minjeong. There's just things that are inherently her and this teasing game is it for Jimin.

What Jimin didn't expect is for Minjeong to slip her hand under Jimin's dress. Minjeong moves slowly along Jimin's thigh until she finds what she's looking for. Jimin flushes as she realizes she's a lot more turned on than she thought.

"Can't say I'm surprised," Minjeong smirks as she presses two fingers ever so slightly against Jimin's covered center. "You always struggle with being honest."

Jimin bites her lip at the touch, hoping it'll keep another shameless moan from escaping her. It doesn't and the sound eggs Minjeong on.

"Maybe I wanted you to see for yourself?" Jimin counters.

"Baby," Minjeong breathes out as she leans in close. The term of endearment makes Jimin's stomach flip but she stands her ground as Minjeong stares at her, "You could've just asked."

And that's the last straw for Jimin.

Any resistance or hesitance or reluctance is completely disregarded as she moves to get Minjeong undressed as fast as she can. Minjeong's got the same thing in mind and together, the two of them scrabble to rid each other of all the offending garments until they're tumbling into Minjeong's bed. Jimin's the first to hit the mattress but she sits up and rests on her elbows just in time to watch Minjeong settle between her legs.

Dark brown eyes never leave Jimin's as Minjeong lowers her mouth in an agonizingly slow pace. It's a miracle Jimin hasn't bucked her hips, especially when Minjeong starts to press wet kisses to the insides of Jimin's thighs. Jimin's chest is heaving and she grips the bedsheets with tight fists, hoping that'll keep her from pushing Minjeong's head down any faster.

Because despite the way Minjeong teases her, Jimin loves every second of this. She loves how Minjeong's dragging this out, turning her into a mess of trembling desire and anticipation. Clearly, Minjeong's forgetting that Jimin will soon reverse the roles and she'll have just as much fun dragging things out too – maybe even more.

"What do you want, Jimin?" Minjeong husks, her breath hot against Jimin's center. The way she watches and waits for Jimin's answer as the cheerleader struggles to stay still until she can't any longer.

Like earlier at the club, Jimin chooses to show rather than tell first.

Jimin's delicate as she moves, unknowingly so, and her left hand traces down her own hipbone. Fingertips dance along her waistline and Jimin watches Minjeong follow her movements like a hawk, glancing back and forth between where Jimin's hand travels and meeting her heated gaze.

But then, her fingers dip down and the backs of her knuckles just barely brush against Minjeong's nose. Brown eyes widen and Minjeong pulls away slightly to watch with intent as Jimin begins to make slow, drawn-out circles. She's sensitive, too sensitive to play this game but watching how Minjeong practically drools for her is too much fun.

Jimin doesn't drag it out too much longer, she physically can't – it feels that good. If she keeps this up then she'll be falling apart a lot sooner than she wants and she doesn't want to do that to herself, not when the blonde is in perfect position, not when she has waited so long.

Minjeong asked her before what she wants. Jimin thinks she might know now.

"I want you here," Jimin husks in time with pressing just the tips of her fingers inside.

Minjeong doesn't say a word, she only pushes Jimin's hand aside so she can replace her soaked fingertips with her tongue instead. All Jimin can do is reach around for something to hold onto.

She knows it's trouble when Minjeong offers her hand. Jimin knows it's too intimate, too telling, but she laces their fingers together anyway and holds on tight.

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