Title: Practicing Lesbians [1/4]
Rating/Genre: PG-13, AU College Fluff
Disclaimer: I don't own Soshi. I don't own anyone, in fact. All Fiction.
Chap. Summary: Because all you need is an hour or so.
Author's Notes: Late, but Bodyguard!Yoona, amirite? It inspired fluff. :3 I was going to post this tomorrow night, but I’m still so buzzed from the awesome Vamps concert and my chatty times with dashelots that I thought to put it out here early. Onto the next fluff! 2/2/2014 Edit: I turned this into a four-part story. Still works well as a oneshot, though!
Yoona needed this rest time. She looked forward to it every day as she battled drooping eyelids during lectures and daydreamed through overachieving classmates’ hour-long presentations. School sucked.
But not this. The calm after all the hackneyed academia.
There had to be more to college than papers and grades, right? Her elder family members would disagree.
Im Family Wish List:
1. Graduate university with honors.
2. Acquire a high-paying job.
3. Find a man.
4. Get married.
5. Squirt out offspring.
6. Raise said children to keep the cycle going.
A deep growl simmered at the back of her throat. Menopause or sappy movies--something infested her aunt’s mind into pushing step three to the top of the list. Side-stepping relentless “Have you met a nice young man?” questions persuaded Yoona to avoid ringing her grandparents as of late. Even her father brought up grandchildren on their occasional lunch dates.
She couldn’t fully blame them. High school classmates had been on the baby-making train recently. Social network feeds endlessly showcased chinless blobs of child. ‘Twas only natural for the Ims to start praying for Yoona-faced toddlers running amok through their houses.
Gross. Not to mention boring.
A warm sensation tightening at her hand brought the calm back. Eased the fretting.
Yoona lifted her other arm to stretch and gave a blissful, uninhibited yawn. The skinny fingers entwined in her own rearranged their positions, bending her wrist a little with fatigue. Her eyes focused on their hands. They traveled up the other person’s arm. Over a smooth shoulder. To a delicate profile.
Her lips spread into a smirk. Chill time was never complete without her roommate.
Jessica’s eyebrows knit in concentration, resting the iPad upon her chest. Yoona appreciated the curvy sight before blinking away. Her mind had been taking her to some questionable places lately. Soft, bouncy--inappropriate--places, specifically.
“Back to studying?”
Lengthy auburn bangs spilled over her friend’s face as she turned to reply. Yoona reached over to tuck the hair back around her ear. They exchanged faint giggles.
“French is kicking my ass,” Jessica sighed, voice soft and even.
“You should have taken German with me.”
“We share three courses already. You’ll get sick of me.”
Jessica’s teeth peeked out in her grin. A sly smile to match the soft-spoken girl.
Yoona found her beautiful. That became clear on their first meeting. The initially standoffish personality and whisper-like voice added a subtlety to her allure. Yoona couldn’t quite place the appeal, yet it made her throat tense in peculiar ways.
“Seriously,” Yoona insisted, giving her hand a squeeze. “German’s fun. Our professor is ridiculous. He sits on a stool and reads literature in the thickest accent he can muster. Afterwards, he points to the class and makes one of us translate a random segment.”
“It’s a fun challenge.”
“That’s because you’re doing well in his class.”
“My pronunciation is awful.”
Jessica shrugged. “I know.”
Yoona pushed herself up to play-swat the brunette in the mouth. Jessica lowered her tablet, covering her face with her free hand. A few firm pokes on the forehead sufficed as proper punishment and Yoona blushed at the girl’s clear laugh ringing into her ears.
Hearing loud noises coming from Jessica was such a rare delight that she tickled her in the side and stomach. The girl wriggled into an upright position to fight off her intrusive hands. They traded a few more flimsy slaps before Jessica grabbed her other hand to interlock those fingers as well. Yoona’s laughter caught in her throat. That peculiar feeling returned.
She shook her head, forcing out a stiff giggle. “Yeah. Why wouldn’t I be?”
“You’re…” Jessica swung their hands in thought. “Nevermind.”
“That’s not fair! You can’t start a sentence and trail off like that.”
Jessica tossed her head to remove the brown strands stuck to her eyelashes. Yoona felt the urge to get it for her, but her hands were occupied.
“It’s a weird question. I don’t want to offend you.”
“Is it about my suckish accent?”
Jessica smirked only for it to dissolve into a tight-lipped frown. “I wish.”
“You won’t get angry?”
“Should I prepare to be angry?”
“I don’t know.”
She continued to swing their hands for the next stretch of minutes while Yoona struggled to read her expression. Whatever it was, it had her throat tightening up all the same. With an uneasy sigh, Jessica reclaimed her space on the bed and brought Yoona down to lie face-to-face.
“Yoona…” Jessica wet her lips.
“I promise I won’t be upset.”
She leaned closer, voice hushed and hesitant. “Um…”
Yoona leaned in, too. Everything about her body felt numb--almost frozen. Jessica’s cool breath against her face had the opposite effect.
“Yoona, are we lesbians?”
In the back (and front) of her mind, Yoona knew something like this would be asked eventually. Didn’t stop her from coughing out a scoff. “That’s absurd. Why would you--”
“I’m not joking.” Jessica nodded down to their laced fingers where Yoona’s thumb grazed along the back of her palm. Yoona retracted that hand.
“How can you tell?”
“We can’t be. I...you’re straight.”
Jessica shrugged a shoulder. “Maybe. I don’t know. Are you?”
The way Jessica’s hyperaware eyes scanned her face made Yoona look in another direction. Anywhere but Jessica’s penetrating gaze. “Yes.”
“Okay. I won’t bring it up again.” Unsmiling, she propped the iPad into its previous position.
Yoona’s busy fingers anxiously plucked at the comforter. “You seem like the offended one.”
“Whatever. If you’re straight, you’re straight.”
“While we’re on the subject--could I request for you to keep your straight eyes off my breasts?”
Caught red-handed, she snatched her other hand away to cross her arms. So much for the relaxing silence. “Why are you suddenly asking this anyway?”
Jessica didn’t look away from the scrolling text. “Curious.”
Yoona waited for a longer explanation to form. It didn’t.
The lull in conversation made way for more questions to multiply by the second: Do other people think they’re lesbians? Are they too close? Should she ask for some space? Is their friendship gonna get weird after this point? How long ago did Jessica notice her gawking at her boobs? Why DOES she stare at them?
One question in particular weighed heavier than all the others.
A single finger blackened the screen. Jessica stretched to set the iPad onto a dresser, sitting up a bit. The flash of exposed skin under her shirt had Yoona scolding herself for noticing.
“Listening,” Jessica said as she settled on her back, hands resting across her stomach.
“How would we know if we’re lesbians?”
“I guess you just...know.”
Yoona could hardly speak without her throat clenching in anxiety. “Would that make us...a couple or something?”
“The word 'lesbian' is frightening.”
Jessica’s face softened and lips formed into a small smile. “I’m not proposing for us to burn our bras and buy a farm full of cats, Yoona. From day one, we clicked so well that I couldn’t help but wonder. Plus,” She hummed to herself, cheeks tinged red. “I’m attracted to you.”
She noted how Jessica’s eyes twinkled in the last statement. Her stomach decided to join her throat’s spasming episode. “Y-you are?”
“If you were a guy, nobody would give it a second thought if we dated. We hang out constantly. Always text each other when we’re apart. We spend our evenings in bed, holding hands..”
“Should we stop?”
The brunette shook her head, chuckling as if Yoona missed the point. “Yoona, are you into me or not?”
She spoke in a hushed tone, but she might as well screamed it at the top of her lungs. Yoona’s face burned from the flurry of crushworthy thoughts that came slamming to her mind. “I really...I mean, how would I know? I feel unprepared.”
“Unprepared about telling me if you like me?”
Jessica sprung forward so abruptly that Yoona almost slipped from the edge of the mattress. She giggled and lazily draped an arm over her torso to keep her in place. “Let’s do a test run.”
“A test run? For what?”
“Pretend that I’m your girlfriend for the next hour. If you don’t like it, I’ll chalk this up to an awkward night and drop the issue.”
“And if I do like it?” For once, her voice rang softer than her roommate whose newly-acquired grin brought other worries to the table.
“If you do like it, that’s up to you.”
She ran the edge of her pointer along the seam of Yoona’s shirt. “We have our fair share of exes. It should only take an hour to find out if we’re compatible.”
This excited Yoona more than she anticipated. “O-okay. So, what would you be doing with me if we were dating?”
It became Jessica’s turn to blush madly. The other girl slapped a hand over her mouth, realizing the order of her words. Her hand couldn’t stifle the nervous round of laughter and she bet it would have lasted for the rest of their hour if Jessica didn’t start speaking.
“Let’s see. Lying in bed. Alone. At night. With no interruptions and you in my favorite skinny jeans. Nope, can’t think of a thing.”
“You like these jeans?”
Her voice lowered. “They make you look like a supermodel.”
“Is that your type? Supermodels?”
“You’re my type.”
Yoona snatched the pillow from beneath her head and mashed it onto her face. Objections and hysterical high-pitched laughing accompanied Jessica’s attempts to reveal her beet-red face.
“Yoona! Did I break you?”
“Mmmmmhmmmmm,” she murmured through the padding.
“Cut it out. I’m treating you how I’d treat a girlfriend.”
Yoona continued to mumble until Jessica managed to remove the pillow.
“What was that?”
“You’re too good at this,” Yoona relented, shivering at how Jessica’s pupils locked onto her flushed cheeks.
“We have fifty-seven minutes left. Take advantage of this crash course.”
“You’re watching the time?”
“I’m watching you.”
“Had no idea you’d be a smooth talker.”
“You’re so timid, Im Yoona.”
“I think you’re participating in a flustering contest and I don’t remember signing up.”
Jessica’s bottom lip stuck out as she fell onto her side with a grunt. “You’re a boring girlfriend.”
“How dare you. I’m excellent at the dating game.”
“Not impressing me so far.”
Yoona’s fingers found the frayed threads that she’d been plucking at earlier. Easily, she could call it a night and endure the next fifty-something minutes in dead silence. Seemed like the sensible, less risky alternative.
Then, she recalled the dreaded wish list. Her agitated fingers stilled.
The Im family master plan was the least risky guide possible. Wasn’t that why she avoided "future talk" with her family? Because she wanted risks, truly. And the key to switching it up was right next to her. Pouty, open-minded and flirty.
Invigorated with excitement, Yoona rolled to her side, ultimately bringing Jessica from her sulk-a-thon. Shaky fingers grasped at her arm and pulled the girl even closer. She swore she heard Jessica whimper with surprise.
“Can I try something?” Yoona asked, already loving Jessica’s reaction to her touch.
“Do whatever you want.”
“I heard…” She brought a hand up to swipe Jessica’s bangs away. “that if you’re looking at someone you really want, your pupils automatically dilate.”
“I’m familiar with that.”
“I wanna know if it’s true.” Yoona’s lips split into a toothy smirk. “Stay put while I look deeply into your soul.”
Her friend’s made-up eyelids closed for an extended blink time before flickering open. Yoona had no idea what happened between that blink and their immediate eye contact, but it had her heart racing.
Jessica Jung possessed the most entrancing pair of eyes on the planet. Bold and dark and perfectly shaped.
The constriction at the base of her stomach no longer took mental priority.
“Well?” The brunette secured an arm around Yoona’s waist.
Lightly stroking her cheek with a steady thumb, she threw out any last half-assed efforts of actually examining the pupil size. “Well what?”
“What do you see?”
Comfort. Apprehension. Desire.
“Talk to me.”
She hadn’t realized that her eyes wandered down to pink, inviting lips. An open, moving mouth whispering words that’d remain unheard until she could finally taste them.
So, Yoona closed in and did just that.
Jessica’s lips were tender and cool to the touch. No gloss or lipstick. Simply the natural sweetness that Yoona could only describe as girl.
Her lips flattened and molded onto the pliant softness. At the end of each pucker, a moist smacking noise would sneak out. Yoona blushed. It felt like her first kiss. A valid feeling for the current circumstances.
Their noses bumped and they smiled into the kiss, refusing to separate like their hands that managed to find each other yet again. Their fingers danced aimlessly; the movements matched the pace of their long, languid kisses. Sensual without the pressure.
Jessica didn’t seem to mind the little mishaps. She tilted her head and sucked at her top lip, her body inching closer and closer across the bed. Warmth radiated from every part of the woman, making Yoona’s head spin. So much that she jerked away, breaking the kiss.
A frustrated sigh escaped into the heated air. Yoona couldn’t tell who it came from--maybe both of them.
“That was…” Yoona blinked heavy eyelids, recovering.
“Did you like it?”
Yoona snickered. “No.”
“Me, too.” And Jessica pulled her in for more.
Midnight blinked on Yoona's alarm clock by the time she fell flat on her back, gasping for air. Jessica dipped her head under her chin to nibble at her neck with an impish expression. Yoona's sore throat tensed at the suggestive gesture.
"Jessica, it's past twelve."
"Is it?" She squinted at the clock. "Guess I'm not your girlfriend anymore."
"So, you made out with your female roommate for hours. Have fun?"
"It was an experiment. In the name of science."
"What do you conclude, Dr. Im?"
Yoona snorted at the name, pecking her on the forehead rather than a childish poke. "That I really want to try this girlfriend thing out a few more times."
"You want to kiss me breathless again?"
"If you're okay with it."
"I'm more than okay with that."
"You know what that makes us, right?"
She watched as Jessica shifted to hover above her waiting lips. "What does that make us?"
A/N: Btw I know there's a (very beautiful) spectrum between straight--> gay. I'm just being cheeky. >:]