BBANGSAZ ONESHOTS (18+)

Judging Eyes (A/B/O Minji G!P)

"There she is." Haerin stubbed out her joint onto the side of the wall and motioned with one elbow. "Snotty little cunt."

Minji's eyes tracked along the leather of her sister's forearm, to the bleachers, where Hanni Pham and her crowd of friends were currently holding court. The sharp-eyed omega tossed her dark head prettily as Jay Park loped up to her from the field, lugging a football helmet under one arm, calling her name. She said something catty, and the whole group laughed as Park flushed an angry red, and wrenched away, his alpha pride wounded.

Minji looked away. As usual, the sight of her nemesis made her stomach twist in strange, hot loops.

"She skipped homeroom again today, and I bet our teacher doesn't even mark her down as absent." Minji flicked ash from her own joint, disdainfully. It landed on her jean jacket and she wiped it away, cursing internally at the charcoal smear. "Shit. It's like this town worships her ass, just because her father runs it."

"But that's exactly why they worship her ass." Haerin pointed out, candid and acerbic as usual. She pulled a rolling paper from her pocket and began tapping out the grinder into it, holding it between her knees. Her fingers flew as she rolled the joint, methodical and precise, and her tongue darted out to seal the paper closed, quick pink between her chapped lips. Minji envied her speed and efficiency—any joints she rolled were liable to be torn and bleeding green from the sides, so she mostly left them in Haerin's capable hands.

"And hell, it's a nice ass to worship." Haerin snorted, tossing her head again to where the omega reined on the bleachers—knees bare below her cheerleader skirt, laughter high and wild. "I wish she wasn't so good-looking, frankly. It'd be easier to hate her if she didn't feature in so many jerk-off fantasies."

Minji flushed a violent red, almost as bright as Park had, and took a quick, guilty drag, inhaling too hard. "Well, uh, it's a good thing I don't, uh, see her that way."

"Right." Haerin watched her with a brow raised. "Want some of my soda?"

"No, I'm fine." Minji managed, through a racking cough. Her eyes watered, and she fought hard not to wheeze. "You should drink water anyway."

"You sound like Mom." Haerin snorted, and looked away. "Anyway, it's not Pham who features most prominent in my spank bank, these days. It's that Danielle Marsh chick who plays for Violations and Virtues." Haerin sighed dramatically, and lit the joint with a deft flick of her lighter. "She's a beta, but she can violate my virtue any day."

"Please stop." Minji took another drag, even as her throat screamed for moisture. Smoking in the alley behind the science building with Haerin during fourth period was a privilege, not a right. Her sister could always decide to be a dick and not share her weed or her company that day, and Minji failing to 'keep up' on her own joint was a surefire way to piss her off.

"C'mon, she doesn't do it for you?" Haerin nudged her. "I thought you said you were looking for, and I quote 'someone, anyone to take my virginity by the end of the school year' because, and I quote 'anyone who's a virgin in college is a total—"

"I know what I said." Minji finished, grumpily. "You can stop repeating it."

"But it's so fun to see you squirm." Haerin pointed out, but she grinned in the fond way that said she was in a playful mood, not a malicious one, and Minji's shoulders softened. Alpha sibling rivalries could be difficult to navigate, at times, but there was a distinct language all their own. "Anyway. Calm down. Fifth period's starting soon and we need to book it back to the hallway if we don't want to be caught smoking again."

"Bet Hanni never gets caught skipping." Minji grumbled, but took her last drag with relief.

Her eyes watched Hanni on the bleachers, unthinking. The omega turned her way, and her eyes were unreadable for a moment before Hyunjin Hwang leaned to her ear, and she turned away, laughing with him. Undoubtedly at Minji's expense. Minji narrowed her eyes and grabbed for her gun-metal grey canvas bag, studded in pins. She shouldered it, and stubbed her joint out with the heel of her scuffed Doc Martins—a hand-me-down pair from Haerin that she wore with as much pride as she could manage. "C'mon."