lion heart [bbangsaz] {feat. daerin}

Encounter

Minji

These women called Minji 'delectable.'

Minji lapped up her fourth? fifth? cocktail of the night, as drunk on compliments as the free vodka. Their large booth happened to be inhabited by a circle of professionals—none younger than their late thirties. Designer attire, jewelry that rivaled the club lights, and flawlessly preened. Chaewon had been onto something when she mentioned sexy maturity.

And Minji caught wind of their tastes. Over the following hour, ladies in their twenties materialized at each lady's side. Blue Bandit slung a slim arm around Minji's neck, staking an overture yet, intoxicating claim.

"Have you ever left Korea, Minji?"

No formalities. She warmed at how an innocuous question dripped with sensuality. "I haven't."

Fruity breath grazed her ear in a, "I can't believe that. Surely, someone's whisked you away to a foreign island once or twice."

No whisking. No island. "Less than once, I'm afraid."

"I've a villa in Tuscany."

She nodded, indifference coated in a curious, "Oh?"

"Mm, yes." She snuggled closer, wavy hair held back by the snapback she coyly stole from Minji. "Suppose you tag along with me someday. Every night, we'd feast on the finest wine until the clothes come sailing off your gorgeous body. How incredible would that be?"

Blushing, Minji replied, "Pretty incredible."

In a brisk flourish, Blue Bandit refilled Minji's drink from a pitcher. "When you're on my tab, your glass isn't allowed to be empty."

"I think I've had enou—" Minji gulped at the tease of lips to her neck. She shivered, slurring, "Who's gonna take me home?"

"I am, if I play my cards right."

She'd meant her own apartment alone, but even the thought of engaging in the curves pressed to her body noodled her response into a girlish snort. "You're bluffing."

"Not at all." Blue Bandit leered. "I swear you'd contort me into so many kinky positions."

Minji flushed crimson. She had no expertise in contorting anyone. She'd barely mastered lying still until Jake came. Something told her that her youth + gay costume broadcasted the wrong signals. "A yoga instructor, I am not."

"Nonsense. I know how you gen z'ers fare. Play hard, complain hard, sex hard."

"Massive generalizations there."

"Care to dance?"

She sipped through the subject change. "Um, um..."

"You can dance, right?"

"I have a few moves."

"Then, finish that and come on." Blue Bandit crawled over Minji, leaving an alluring mélange of perfume, softness, and confidence in her wake. "Hurry. I bet you'll feel as amazing as you look."

Minji drowned her inhibitions in a tropical blend. She wanted to live, to indulge. To fit in with everybody else under this rainbow-flagged roof. It's not like 'Regular Minji' was that exciting, anyway.

...

Two songs in and the pleasure coursing through Minji felt too good, too dangerous. Like, cheating dangerous. Conflict raged within her, featuring Blue Bandit's fingers in Minji's hair, a hipbone to her center, the lingering thought of Jake innocently awaiting her return, and this burgeoning sexuality...brought on by that delicious hipbone on her center.