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It's been two hours. Jimin's been waiting for two hours. Minjeong's been live streaming for two hours.
Okay. A two-hour live stream is probably nothing compared to others but two hours is too long when your girlfriend is a streamer and you're waiting for cuddles from said girlfriend—who promised you cuddles five hours ago. (“Give me an hour and a half. Tops.” Minjeong was kneeling in front of her feet, chin resting on Jimin's knees and she had those annoyingly cute puppy eyes on display. “I promise we'll cuddle before sleep!” Jimin could only pinch her cheek and utter an agreement.)
Well, now it's thirty minutes ahead of bedtime and Minjeong is still yelling ‘You clear out left wing!’ and ‘This dude's got cheats on!’ or whatever it is that keeps pissing her off. Jimin, as loyal as ever, has been out in the living room, flicking through TV channels and keeping an ear out for the familiar clunk of Minjeong's headset hitting her desk.
Giving the channels one last review, Jimin finally turns off the TV and makes her waltz towards Minjeong's home office. She's decided that enough is enough and that she is going to get her cuddles no matter what; even if it means crashing Minjeong's live stream.
Jimin cracks the door open, poking her head inside.
“Oh, you horrible ass-kissing bitch!” Minjeong screams furiously while she slams her hands on her keyboard. Jimin winces; that thing costs more than their water bill.
Minjeong's back is—metaphorically—on fire as she pushes against her table, the wheels on her chair rolling her back. She looks comically intimidating with the pink hoodie she's wearing, not to mention the hood itself has cat ears on it. Jimin can't help but let out a low chuckle.
A grunt sounded as Minjeong forcefully pulls herself towards her table again. “Last round with this piece of shit. I swear I'm going to beat his ass.”
Jimin is swift on her feet, shuffling into the room stealthily and stalking over to stand behind Minjeong's chair. She waits a while, listening to Minjeong muttering a string of colorful words and addressing her viewers, before sneaking her hands onto the girl's shoulders. She smiles when Minjeong jumps, craning her neck to look up at her.
“Jimin,” Minjeong breathes a sigh of relief. “You scared me.”
When Minjeong turns back to the monitor, Jimin lets her arms slip past her shoulders and circle her neck. She leans over the backrest and nestles her face into the crook of Minjeong's neck. “You promised..” She mumbles, soft lips against warm skin.
Minjeong readies herself for another round. “What was that?” She brings her hand up to move her headset away from one ear.
“You promised.”
It takes a second for Minjeong to fully understand what she means. The gears in her head turned very slowly but surely. She frowns a bit, only remembering the silly promise she made earlier. She forgot about it from how intense she was playing, all the frustration doing a number on her brain.
A word or two nearly slipped from her before she's distracted by the black screen indicating the start of a match. Minjeong zeroes in on the game, hands already in position. “Sorry, baby. We'll cuddle after this one.”
Unsurprisingly, Minjeong doesn't keep her word. It's now the third round and Jimin is growing tired of, once again, waiting. So she takes matters into her own hands.
“Whoa— What are you doing!”
Jimin makes herself comfortable on Minjeong's lap, leaning into her like she's a big ol' beanbag. If Minjeong's not going to act on it, she will. “You shouldn't make promises you can't keep.”
“What?” Minjeong moves her head a tad bit to the left, trying to see over Jimin's shoulder. “Jimin, you're blocking my view.”
“I know that.”
“Please move so I can—”
No, Jimin will not move. Not now, not ever. So instead she attacks Minjeong's neck because why the hell not?
She smiles when Minjeong's breath hitched. Minjeong's lips are just by her ear and she can hear the throaty groans escaping her mouth. Lightly, slowly, Jimin sucks on the smooth skin of Minjeong's neck. Her lips stretched into a smile at the light gasp Minjeong let out. Then just as Minjeong begins moving her character, Jimin bites and—oh, Minjeong is so fun to tease.
“Jimin..” Minjeong's voice is just above a whisper. But Jimin can hear it so clearly, full of both desperation and frustration.
Obviously, Minjeong does not like where this is going—it's apparent in her body language; body stiff, limbs rigid, jaw locked—but does Jimin care? Not really.
She leaves a trail of kisses, the patch of skin at her neck now an angry red and damp, and moves up to Minjeong's jaw. The tip of her tongue is hanging out of her mouth, dragging along the sharp edge of Minjeong's mandible. Jimin feels Minjeong shiver from the touch, and she triumphantly grins against the girl's skin. Sparing a glance at the monitor, Jimin watches as Minjeong strategically attacks her opponents, waiting for the perfect time to move forward. When Minjeong begins her spar with her worst enemy (Jimin presumes, judging by the slight change in Minjeong's control), Jimin inches closer to Minjeong's ear. She nudges at the headset, pushing it back until Minjeong's ear is free, and whispers hotly in her ear.
“I want your fingers inside me so bad..”
Minjeong loses focus. She tenses up and it gives her opponent all the time in the world to shoot her down. And then she's eliminated.
Jimin smiles victoriously as she pulls away to admire the frozen Minjeong. There's a faint blush on Minjeong's cheeks, her neck is an angry red and her eyes are as blank as a clean sheet of paper. She looks cute this way, Jimin thinks. She can barely resist the urge to press a kiss on the tip of Minjeong's nose because of it.
She cups Minjeong's face and turns her head, gazing into her eyes now that they're facing each other. Jimin chuckles, “Now do I have your attention?” She asks softly.
It takes Minjeong a few long seconds to answer but all that comes out is a breathless “Yes.”
And then she's rushing to end the live stream, saying nonsense like she can't have her viewers listen to or watch Jimin anymore.
Jimin just laughs.
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