The New Girl | 𝘈𝘛𝘌𝘌𝘡

The Duality of Song Mingi

ELLAJIN

I nuzzle into the warmth beside me, unwilling to wake up and face the world with how cozy I am right now. I'm half-conscious, but I'm definitely enjoying the sleeping half more.

"Unnie?" June calls through the door, bringing me further from my slumber. The boy beside me stirs, and as soon as my eyes open enough to see who I'm sharing a bed with, I panic. "Are you home?"

"I'm getting dressed," I say quickly, hoping that I either had the good sense to lock the door or she just won't come in right now.

"Okay, but we need to get this place cleaned up eventually. Most of the boys crashed here, so I'm going to make them help us," June tells me, and I mentally sigh with relief.

"I'll be down in a minute," I promise and thankfully, I hear footsteps fading down the hall a second later.

There's a low groan next to me, and when I look down, I find two twinkling eyes and a smirk. "Good morning, beauti—"

"Don't," I say sternly.

Wooyoung frowns and leans up against the headrest with his toned abdomen on display. "What's wrong?"

"You mean besides the fact that you're in my bed?" I groan, and he chuckles as I fall back against the pillows. I look down at my own torso, which is covered by nothing but a sheet, and confirm that last night did in fact happen and wasn't just a wonderful wet dream. "I can't believe I let this happen."

"Let it happen?" He giggles. "You practically dragged me in here last night. Besides, I won't tell anyone."

He leans down to kiss me, and I'm torn between pushing him away and initiating round two right now. When I don't take the first option right away, he smiles against my lips and wraps his fingers in my hair. My heart flutters from how sweet he is, unlike the older guys I've been with.

Wooyoung lowers his hand to the back of my neck and deepens the kiss, his tongue gliding along mine. The sensation has me feeling almost lightheaded, but reality comes back to wake me a moment later. In an instant, my hands are pressing against his defined chest and separating our lips in the process despite how much I'd rather continue.

"Noona?" He gives me a puzzled look, but I just pry myself away from him before I can rethink it.

"I need to go help June," I say dismissively while searching my floor for the nearest shirt and end up tossing on one of my dad's old tour shirts.

"Baby, I didn't mean to—" he starts, but my mouth moves faster than my brain.

"—which one of us is the baby in this situation?" I snap, and his face falls. "Wooyoung, I didn't mean it like that..."

"No, it's fine." He gulps and begins dressing. "I'm just a kid to you, and the fact that I thought you could ever see me as a man only proves how stupid I really am."

He looks away from me, but the tremor in his voice confirms the tears I know are beginning to pool in his eyes.

"Wooyoung—" I reach for his hand, but he's out of my reach and out the door before I can even process it. I don't know what pains me more, watching him rush out of the room or knowing that I'm the reason.

ANNA

I don't know which is worse, the pounding headache or the smell of vomit. I crack my eyes open and try to get a grip on where the heck I am.

The grey tile floor is unfamiliar to me, but nothing about this bathroom is recognizable or comfortable. Something warm and hard is pressed against my cheek, and when I finally find the courage to look around, I see Mingi of all people slouched against the bathroom wall next to me.