(Mina loves Nayeon's hands. Nayeon thinks she's crazy.)
Mina loved Nayeon's hands. Like, everything about them. She loved how soft and delicate they were. She loved her long fingers, and what those finger were capable of. She loved absently tracing patterns on her palms when they were watching a movie, and how she would hear the brunette gasp at how ticklish it was. She loved how easily their hands fit together, like they were the piece of the puzzle you could never find, but you’d finally found after a long time of searching.
She loved everything about Nayeon's hands.
One night, while sitting on the couch doing nothing in particular, Mina turned to face her girlfriend and reached for her hands, coaxing the latter to face her. She laced their fingers together, then continued to separate them, running her thumbs across Nayeon's palms. She took Nayeon's right hand in hers, turned it palm up, and started tracing the intricate lines, fingers to wrist and back again. She then repeated on the left hand.
Nayeon just watched in amazement, slightly amused by the concentration on Mina's face. She’d been complimented on her hands before, but she’d never had anyone pay this much attention to them. It was almost like Mina was worshipping them. Not that she was complaining, she actually enjoyed how relaxing it was.
“I love your hands so much. Like, I wanna hold them all time. And your fingers, don’t even get me started on those. Are they naturally that long, or did you do something to them as a child so you could taunt people with them?” Mina pondered as she continued playing with Nayeon's hands.
“You’re crazy, you know that? And no, I didn’t do anything to them to ‘taunt people with them’, they just turned out like that. I didn’t ask to have such amazing hands,” she gloated, giggling at the expression on her girlfriend’s face. “What?” she asked through her laughter.
“Nothing, it’s just… Uhm, uh… Nothing, it’s stupid,” she stuttered out, flustered under the bunny's intense gaze. As soon as Nayeon's hand reached out and cupped her face and they made eye contact, she melted. She couldn’t hold it in any longer. She leaned forward and rested her forehead against her girlfriend’s.
“I love you,” she whispered, shutting her eyes in embarrassment. This is too soon, what am I doing? She reached up for one of Nayeon's hand to distract herself, running circles and spirals on her palm with her thumb.
“I love you too, Mina,” she muttered back, closing the short distance between their lips for a kiss, which soon turned into a make out session and Nayeon's fingers working their magic on her girlfriend.
