Iz*one Oneshots

Trademark Girl - 2Kim

sanashitzushi this one's for you hope you like it.

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Kim Minju had a very strict routine schedule that she adhered to in nearly all aspects of her life. Using the bathroom was one of them. Every day at precisely 12:30, ten minutes before her lunch period, she excused herself to the restroom and always went to the least used one in the school for the best privacy.

Except, that fateful Monday, somebody else occupied her bathroom. (Her bathroom, because she’d claimed it as such. She was Kim Minju. She could do those things. Besides, nobody else was ever in here anyway…)

Minju opened the door, humming softly to herself as she did.

The sweet hum abruptly cut off as she looked up to see the last person she’d expected.

“C-Chaewon?” Startled, and mildly alarmed, Minju’s hand went up to her chest to calm the spike in her heart rate. Yes, Kim Chaewon had always caused a reaction a bit like this in the brunette, but with her new look, Minju couldn’t help but be, well, shocked every time she saw her.

And if she was honest with herself, she really liked the black hair. A lot. And the clothes. She admired them because of their rebelliously artistic nature, of course, nothing more…

The punk girl was leaning against the far wall, one perfectly sculpted eyebrow arched in that consistent expression of apathetic acknowledgment.

“Sup, Minju” came the cool, slow response. Chaewon had the voice of a fairy. Be damned how many of those disgusting cancer sticks she’d begun to power through over the summer, one of which she currently held between two long, slender fingers, her sexy husk would never, ever diminish to anything below seductive.

Okay, yes, Minju admitted to herself that her admiration of Kim Chaewon had always been a bit more than friendly. Kim Minju was open to all genders, she knew this, and it took one look at the black haired goddess before her to prove that.

She’d never tell Chaewon that, but still. Sometimes Minju couldn’t help but get a little weak in the knees whenever Chaewon spoke to her. Or looked at her. God help her if the girl actually touched her. Minju hated how much of an effect Chaewon’s mere presence could have on her, even after all this time.

Minju straightened up as she realized she’d been staring and Chaewon’s other eyebrow had hiked up next to its companion at her blank silence.

But alas, no matter how tempting Chaewon could look, Minju wholeheartedly disapproved of cigarettes, especially on school grounds.

"Chaewon, while I have no idea of why you’ve decided to invade the bathroom that I normally come to during third break to relieve myself-” Though after seeing the gorgeous girl, a different kind of relief was in mind, “-I must insist that you do not smoke on school grounds, or anywhere for that matter. Cigarettes are horrible for you, and your voice is already at the perfect husk with your tremulous alto and continued smoking could ruin-”

She was interrupted by Chaewon’s soft, husky chuckle. Pink lips curled up at the corners as the punk girl shook her head, apparently amused.

Indignant, Minju frowned and crossed her arms and ignored the little tingles that raced across her skin at the sound of that breathy laugh.

“What, pray tell, is so funny about cancer in a stick?” Minju huffed.

“In less than thirty seconds, I’ve got you rambling, Minju. You’re just too easy,” Chaewon smiled. Or smirked. Minjy could never really tell with that particular expression.