Chaeyoung has no interest in dating anyone, or even sleeping with anyone for that matter. Her only concerns are her grades and the pile of books growing on her desk. When her roommate sets up a Tinder profile for her and swipes on a few girls to get started, Chaeyoung finds herself being matched with Jennie Kim; the captain of the cheerleading squad, the cute brunette in her math class, the girl she's madly in love with. There's just one problem: Jennie wants to come over.
Rating: Mature
POV: Chaeyoung
D/S: Jentop
Content: Smut, Fluff
Word Count: 4,700
Original: Cheerleader by aliciaclarkes
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"You need to get laid, Park."
Chaeyoung wasn't paying attention to her babbling roommate, hearing white noise as every molecule of intellect was used to complete her calculus homework. Her thin-framed glasses slid down her nose a bit, hair falling from her ponytail and floating in front of her vision, temporarily snapping her back into reality. The time was a mystery but if the knot in her shoulders had anything to say about it, she would guess she'd been hovering over her textbook for a little over three hours.
A weight dropped into her lap. Jisoo sprawled herself across her book like a house cat searching for sun, reaching her arms above her head and curling her claws around Chaeyoung's glasses, snatching them from her face. Chaeyoung rolled her eyes at the girl in her lap, wiggling her hands out from underneath dead weight and reaching them towards the sky in a stretch.
"What the hell are you talking about?" She had genuinely only heard mumbles.
When she was focused, she was better off underwater; everything sounded foggy when numbers were in the picture. After all, a major in economics wasn't going to earn itself.
"I said," Jisoo huffed, pushing herself off Chaeyoung's legs to sit across from her instead, settling crisscrossed on the mattress, "you need to get laid. It's Friday night! C'mon, Chaeng, you're like a vampire or something. And I can practically see you turning into a rubber band. You're way too stressed for your own good, you're going to snap."
