MINSUNG ONESHOTS

WANNA SEE A MAGIC TRICK?

By hyunnies

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Summary:
‘I asked what you’re drinking, pretty. I’ll buy you the next one if you tell me your name.’

Warmth soars up her face. ‘I, uh…’ She ducks her head. ‘I have a boyfriend.’

Jisu has a boyfriend. Minhee doesn't really care.

‘What’re you having?’ A low voice, a soft touch to the small of her back—Jisu startles and feels her eyes widen as she looks at the woman suddenly next to her.

‘Huh?’

Her full lips slowly curve into a smile. She nods towards Jisu’s empty glass. ‘I asked what you’re drinking, pretty. I’ll buy you the next one if you tell me your name.’

Warmth soars up her face. ‘I, uh…’ She ducks her head. The woman in front of her is very, very beautiful. Jisu was already rattled and shy before, but now she’s fully out of her depth. ‘Ji-Jisu,’ she mumbles. ‘And that’s—that’s nice of you, but I have a boyfriend.’

Her smile never falters. ‘Do you?’ She looks around the place slowly, then flags down the bartender. ‘I don’t see him anywhere. So, Jisu-yah, what’re you having?’

Such terrible boldness. The way she sits down in the chair next to her, the way her hand lingers on Jisu’s back for another moment—that smile of hers. Her perfume smells like may chang and bergamot and makes Jisu feel like she’s inside a sunflower. Spritzed by a lemon wedge. And her eyes, the way they trail over her body—it makes her feel almost light-headed. Something flutters in her belly.

Why hasn’t she walked away yet?

‘Sex on the Beach,’ she says instead of leaving.

‘A Sex on the Beach and a Black Russian,’ she says to the bartender. ‘Cheers.’

‘What’s—’ Jisu licks her lips again. She fidgets with the lock of her bracelet. She casts her eyes around the place again, skittish, worried someone will see her talk to this beautiful woman and tell her boyfriend about it, even though—talking isn’t forbidden, is it? She’s not doing anything bad. She just accepted a drink. This scene is not illicit unless you make it so. ‘What’s your name?’

‘Minhee,’ she says. She flicks her pink tongue across her lower lip and picks up her drink for a small sip. ‘So what’s someone as pretty as you doing here all on their own?’

Her lips part for a small, choked-up sound. Is she flirting with her? She’s flirting with her, right? Jisu isn’t used to being flirted with. She doesn’t know how to react. ‘Um, I…’ She runs her fingertip around the rim of her highball glass. ‘My boyfriend’s… uh, he went—one of his friends called. So he went to help him out.’

‘He left you here alone?’ She lifts her eyebrows. ‘Well, as they say—one man’s loss is another man’s gain. Or another woman’s, in this case.’

Her breath catches. She ducks her head and takes a small sip of her drink.

Minhee puts her hand on her forearm and gives a light squeeze. ‘Sorry to be so forward, but if you were mine, I wouldn’t let you out of my sight.’

Her stomach turns. Oh, God. Minhee’s words trigger an avalanche of thoughts that are definitely illicit. Thoughts Jisu shouldn’t be having. She steals a look down at her hands, her fingers curled loosely around her glass, her nails trimmed and polished with clear, glittery varnish.

She shakes her head to try to dispel the thoughts. The images. Terrible, glossy images of Minhee’s body pressed against her own, her hand between her thighs, her teeth clamped down around her nipple. Jisu’s back arching, sweat making her fringe stick to her forehead, all these needy little keening noises spilling out of her.