itotoro

truth is, heejin's never kissed anyone before, but she used to lie about kissing boys back back when it used to be a thing worth lying about. not in university, not now with the strawberry daiquiri in her system and the lights so low they hide jiwoo's hand on her shoulder. “never.”

“really.” jiwoo licks her lips. more intoxicating than the drinks is the look in her eyes, serious and hungry and nothing heejin's ever seen before. nothing like the sweet and bubbly senior she's grown so enamored with. “you'd get any girl to kiss you with a face like yours.”

fuck, she doesn't want to mess this up. “any?”

jiwoo's thumb traces the skin above her shirt collar. heejin can't hold in her shuddering breath. she knows, she has to know. “any.”

the boomy bass of the music echoes under heejin's feet like a heartbeat. the moment is crystal clear and so painfully slow, every frame of heejin snaking her arm around jiwoo's hips etching into memory. “in that case,” she says, moving closer, “prove it.”

jiwoo's lips curl into a smile as it presses to her own.

it's everything and beyond everything she ever imagined. hot and buttery soft, jiwoo's lips melting and parting for heejin to taste. tongue (oh, so that's what it feels like), breath intermingling, the feel of jiwoo's waist in her arms and jiwoo's fingers pressing into her shoulder blades. she'd forget her name after this for sure—

they break the kiss and heejin gulps in a lungful of air.

“whoa there, tiger, ” jiwoo says with a confident smile, “punched above your weight class there.” but her pupils are blown and she's just as out of breath, no sign of wanting to stop.

her lips from this close look so delectable. heejin's heart skips a beat. “don't want another round?”

jiwoo giggles, already sliding into heejin's lap. “never said that.”