just don't fall recklessly, headlessly in love with me
cause its gonna be all heartbreak
blissfully painful and insanity
if we agree, oh you can hang with me
robyn, hang with me
It starts at one of Chanyeol and Baekhyun's monthly parties. Sehun had been friends with the campus' resident cool gay couple for a few years, had watched them blossom from strangers who drunkenly bonded over Simon D at some crap sophomore party to a couple of queens who argued about which china goes over the television. This happened over the span of three years. Now that they're newly minted college freshmen, Chanyeol and Baekhyun are still living up to their hard-earned highschool reputation of any given school's resident beer bitches.
Now Chanyeol and Baekhyun had always been pretty tolerant of her less than stellar fashion in highschool. But since it was their first party as freshmen, they sent her to the third queen in their happy homo trifecta, Kyungsoo, to get her all prettified.
"Trust us, Jongin will like it," Baekhyun says, patting her on the butt as she walks out of their apartment.
"Our little girl is growing up so fast," Chanyeol mock-sniffles, sliding an arm around Baekhyun's shoulders as they wave her away. She makes a mental note to kick Chanyeol in the balls at the party, possibly in front of all the seniors she knows he's trying to impress.
It's all a ploy for her lose her virginity in the cheapest, fastest way possible, especially with the way Kyungsoo now keeps thrusting all manner of tight-fitting women's clothing into her arms.
"Girl, I'm telling you," Kyungsoo says, shoving another pair of dark rinse sevens into her hands and pushing her into his bathroom. It's way too clean, even for a gay man. She privately wonders whether Kyungsoo moonlights as a serial killer of serial killers or something. "Your slim-hipped, tomboy butt is the best girl butt I've ever seen. You can slip on Jongin's dirty old jeans and make them look fresh and sexy. You should be proud of that modelesque body, not trying to hide it under those horrible track clothes."
"Where did you even get all these," she grumbles. She's fine with wearing surplus army pants to the party, and she's pretty sure Jongin would be okay with them. Yeah, sure, he got a little tight-lipped whenever he looked Sehun up and down, but he still graciously held Sehun around the waist anyway as they walked home. "Are you secretly hoarding women's underwear in your drawer, too? Don't tell me you're staring-"
Kyungsoo scoffs loudly. "Please. I wouldn't dream of staring at those tacky ass cartoon panties you have on right now."
She squawks, arms flailing about. She whirls around furiously, cheeks flushed. Her underwear, tacky as it may be, is no one's business but her own, thank you very much. "You are staring, you big gay perv! N-not even Jongin has seen-"
"Oh my god, really? You mean you're still..." Kyungsoo's voice drops to a scandalized whisper. "A virgin? How is that possible? You're nineteen! You and Jongin have been dating since junior year!"
"Just what I need - a condensed history of our relationship. Thanks for the added peer pressure, as if I haven't heard enough of that from Baekhyun to last me a century," she mutters, rolling her eyes. "Look, we're not in a hurry. We've decided to do it when we're both ready."
Kyungsoo looks at her incredulously. "Girl. Girl. Have you seen your boyfriend? He's been ready since the puberty fairy visited." He blows a stream of air through his fringe. "And this is why Jongin should have been gay. Poor guy."
"I'm still here," she says irritably.
"Pfft, whatever. With your luck you might just swipe the v-card tomorrow and end Jongin's suffering." He gestures to Sehun's sweatshirt, ignoring Sehun's icy glare. "Now take that hideous thing off. What do you want to try on first? The lacy black top with the funky straps or the white corset?"
Sehun sputters at the things Kyungsoo pulls out of some dark part of his closet with businesslike efficiency. "Who do you think I am, a Victoria's Secret Angel?"
"Oh, honey," Kyungsoo says, throwing the lacy tops at her face, not bothering to see whether she actually catches them. "You can be so much better."
"Why don't you take a damn picture," she mumbles, self-consciously tugging on the hem of the stupid see-through top Kyungsoo made her wear. Her normally straight hair falls in waves over her face and it itches from all the damn hair product Kyungsoo weaved through it. She knows she looks ridiculous and her friends' jaws unhinging to the floor is just a painful reminder of the fact.
"You know, I might just forget for a second that I'm not into vagina with the way you look. Thankfully, you still have that sassy little mouth on you to remind me," Baekhyun tells her cheerfully, passing her a wine cooler. "So you can actually look hot. Nice job turning this hobo into a hottie, Kyungsoo."
Kyungsoo beams proudly. "I know, right? That Philip Lim top and Growze leather pants fit like a dream. You -" he pauses, jabbing a finger at Sehun, "and your boyfriend owe me and my extensive knowledge of Vogue Girl Korea editorials. Bigtime."
"Our baby's gettin' some tonight!" Chanyeol sing-songs. Sehun rolls her eyes; it's so like Chanyeol to get himself smashed an hour before anyone besides the four of them were in the apartment. "D'you need condoms? You can use the spare bedroom. I think Baekhyunnie left some rubber on the bedstand drawer."
"I don't plan on using your bedroom or doing whatever you homos have in mind," she sniffs, looking down at the wine cooler in her hand. She's not really in the mood to drink. "And I'm sure Jongin doesn't either."
"Don't worry, darling," Baekhyun says, patting her on the back in what feels like a condescending move, "there will be a steady supply of booze to keep you in the mood for love. You can't be thinking of acting like a socially awkward flake when you're dressed like that."
"And honestly, if Jongin keeps his hands to himself the entire night, I'll be offended," Kyungsoo adds. "You're a masterpiece. My masterpiece."
"Gross," she says, making a face. To the side, Kyungsoo shrieks at her not to move her face so much, your make-up is going to be ruined, what are you doing. "I can't believe you guys are seriously promoting drunken sex for my first time. Jesus. Why am I friends with you all again?"
"It's not like your drunken sexual chemistry isn't going to translate when you're sober," Chanyeol pipes up with all the logic of a guy who had one beer too many. "Sex is great in itself, but being drunk is like icing on the cake. Like sex when you're high."
"You'd know," she says, flinging a throw pillow in Chanyeol's face and taking satisfaction in the way he squawks like a wounded bird after.
"Hey, I have a point!" Chanyeol yells before throwing the pillow back.
"No, what you have is terrible aim," Sehun says dryly after the pillow lands ten feet away from her. "Don't play beer pong unless you want to get your ass kicked."
"I'm not done." Chanyeol plops down on the couch, cross-eyed as he twirls a finger in the air. "Maybe, Sehunnie, sober sex isn't the cards for you and Jongin. Maybe you'll never have the kind of passionate, polished sex that happens at 4:30 pm when the suns casts a light on your body before disappearing completely. You'll never climax at the same time before collapsing together during the weird fog of dusk."
Sehun turns to Baekhyun. "... Did oppa snort some cocaine or something before drinking?"
Baekhyun feigns an outraged gasp. "Sehun! How could you think that! You know he only smokes pot. Occasionally. On legal holidays, for example."
"Cocaine does things to your face! Nasty pockmarks!" Chanyeol pipes up, then goes back to gaping at nothing up at the ceiling.
"That makes 20 days out of any given month a holiday in Chanyeol's calendar," Kyungsoo says.
"Nothing will convince me that oppa wasn't drug mule in a past life," Sehun says, shaking her head. "So, where are the nachos?"
She ignores Kyungsoo screaming at her not to mess up her gooey pink lipstick ("That's Mac Candy Yum Yum limited edition and you're just gonna waste it like that?") and Baekhyun not-so-snidely telling her that nachos has 500 calories a pop ("It goes straight to your hips and before you know you're ready to bring ten babies into this world in one go.") and goes to the kitchen to search for the holy grail of party food.
Jongin is late and she couldn't feel any further from sexy right now, having devoured practically three-fourths of the contents of the nacho bowl and they aren't even two hours into the party. The party is in full swing though, people talking over each other over the loud, ringing sounds of some hip-hop group Chanyeol has recently taken a liking to. She sighs inwardly around another nacho chip. Maybe she should just go home and text Jongin to meet up tomorrow before their afternoon classes start.
"Hi," a sweet voice pipes up from behind, "mind if I have some of your nachos? All the decent food is gone and the hosts are apparently only running out now to get some chips."
Sehun whirls around to find the cutest girl she's ever seen standing across the room. Long, caramel brown hair cascading over her shoulders in effortless waves; she's dressed in a silk button top and a tight neon green lace skirt that fit over the curvature of her ample hips; her small face a delicate mix of adorable and wicked. And her eyes - they glint with something childlike yet sultry.
Sehun looks away.
"I'm taking that as a yes," she says, and shit she even sounds like a seductress, all breathy and husky in the right ways. Damn, did Chanyeol slip a roofie into the nacho bowl because she sure as hell felt drunk right about now. Not even her own boyfriend made her feel this flustered when they first met. Really, her first meeting with Jongin was a mess of corny pick-up lines and Jongin jazz dancing his way into her heart. Not this fast, not this smooth.
She's lost in thought enough that she doesn't really notice the other girl's hands gently taking the nacho bowl away from her arms. Nor does she notice the curious giggling.
"Wha - Hey!" Sehun snaps out of her train of thought when she feels a cold swipe of sour cream on her nose.
"You're so cute. Cuter than any other girl out there, actually. I like you," the other girl says suddenly, setting the bowl down and tossing her hair over her shoulder. Seriously, even that looks sexy? And who is she calling cute? She's almost a full head shorter than Sehun, for god's sake, and she's already in heels while Sehun's in espadrilles. "What's your name?"
"Oh Sehun," she says, scratching the bit of cream off and trying to ignore the burning stare of this - this goddess in front of her.
A perfectly manicured hand presents itself to her. "I'm Lu Han."
"Lu Han! Where's the food?" a shrill voice yells from the direction of the door.
"Coming!" Lu Han says over her shoulder, and she instead clasps her hand on Sehun's shoulder. Lu Han's hand feels warm around the thin material of her top. "Do you wanna come over to the couch with me and my friend Yixing? She'd love to meet a cutie like you, too."
"Cutie?" Sehun mutters, raising an eyebrow. "Um, thanks, I guess. But I'm kind of waiting for my boyfriend..."
"Oh." Lu Han cocks her head, her straight bangs falling to the side as she blinks her huge, doe eyes in the most endearing way. Fuck, what is with this girl? "Well, the offer stands until the end of the night."
"Uh, okay. Th--"
Sehun stiffens as Lu Han presses a finger to her lips, gloss covered cherry lips puckering ever so slightly as she kisses it. Her eyes are dark with promise as she looks up at Sehun; she presses her finger to Sehun's lips.
"Preview," she murmurs, winking, "so you know what to expect."
"I knew it!" Kyungsoo hisses, dragging her by the arm into a more secluded part of the kitchen, which isn't really much considering how packed the apartment is at the moment. "I knew you're a lesbian! You were totally flirting with Lu Han!'
"You know her?" she says, snatching her arm away and ignoring the lesbian dig. She'd deal with that later, possibly after leaving Kyungsoo's corpse in the dumpster. "How? Where?"
"Know her? Everyone knows Lu Han," Kyungsoo says, eyes wide with disbelief. "She's only, like, one of the most popular girls in Uni. I heard the cheerleading squad is tripping over their feet trying to recruit her."
"I've never heard of her," she says. She can't be that far inside a rock, right?
"You naive little freshman," Kyungsoo tsks.
"You're a freshman, too."
"But unlike you, I update myself with the important goings-on. Seriously, Lu Han is the queen bee. She's got a near 4.0 GPA and she gets to date all the hot guys. Lucky bitch, if you ask me."
"I can believe that," she mutters. "She's so... gorgeous."
"And scandalous. You won't believe some of the things going around about her. I heard," Kyungsoo's voice drops to a low whisper, "that she even juggled two boyfriends and a girlfriend last year. That's two too many! That's why Zitao - you know, Huang Zitao, the guy in my Ancient Chinese Literature elective, the one with the hot bod that Baekhyun secretly drools over - yeah, him. Heard he's bitter at Lu Han because she snatched his guy Wu Fan right under his nose while she was dating Kim Minseok. Add Zhang Yixing to the pile and what have you got?"
"A really confusing story that you probably made up in ten seconds," she says, because Kyungsoo is talking way too fast for her to keep up.
"That's right, a clusterfuck of disastrous proportions. I don't even know why she and Yixing are still friends. They're even sitting together getting all snuggly," Kyungsoo finishes with a shudder. "Ugh, I hope they don't start scissoring on the couch. God knows what Yixing does when she's drunk."
"That's very nice. If you're done with this super interesting story, do you know what time Jongin's gonna come?"
Kyungsoo shrugs. "Call him? Hey, you should totally talk to Lu Han. She looked pretty interested in you. Find out her secrets! Weaknesses! You know she's Chinese? Maybe she could be, like, a Chinese acrobat or something. Zitao's Chinese too and he can bend parts of his body I didn't even know were bendable."
"This is not the KGB and I'm not your personal Charlie's Angel," she says, steering Kyungsoo back to the general direction of the alcohol. "You're not drunk enough yet, oppa."
"And you haven't done enough soul-searching for your true sexuality yet, young lady," Kyungsoo shoots back even as he pours himself a glass of wine. "You should spend the next weekend watching But I'm A Cheerleader. Or Mean Girls, the girl on girl sexual tension between Rachel and Lindsay in that one was through the roof."
"Oppa, are you sure you and I aren't supposed to be in each other's bodies?"
"Sorry, baby. I don't think I can make it." Jongin punctuates the last few words with a loud hacking cough. "Flu. You know how the weather's been lately."
"Jongin, that was as convincing as Kyungsoo's heterosexuality," she deadpans. "What are you really up to?"
Jongin's coughing transitions into laughter. "Okay, you got me. I'm just in the dorm, actually. Joonmyeon's over and he has the new Skyrim and I kind of... got lured into playing." At least he has the decency to sound embarrassed. "I'm sorry! Really! I'll treat you to a great lunch tomorrow? For the rest of the week?"
"I have half a mind to come over and sock you in the face," she bites back.
"So come over," Jongin replies easily. "I'll kick Joonmyeon out the moment you walk through my door, promise."
She sighs. "Maybe next time. This party already blows without you here and I think I'm getting a headache. I'll just head home."
"Aw, that's too bad. No one interesting to talk to?"
"There was one," she says immediately, then almost regrets it as Jongin makes a noise of blatant interest. Probably hoping it isn't a guy. "Don't worry. It's just some girl named Lu Han."
"Lu Han?" Jongin echoes, then breaks into a small laugh. "The Chinese junior? Heard some nasty things about that chick. She's pretty, though. Not prettier than you, of course," he adds hastily, and Sehun rolls her eyes because she's not that into herself that she can't take it if someone really is better looking than her. "If you're so bored, go talk to her. I heard she's a good conversationalist. Can do amazing things with her tongue--"
"Bye, Jongin," she says, and hangs up.
All the fates - meaning, Jongin, Kyungsoo and the knowing look Baekhyun throws her from a few feet away - are telling her to get down and dirty with Lu Han. Not to mention the two wine coolers she decided to get friendly with a few minutes ago. She's feeling loose and relaxed, but not enough to escalate into anything embarrassing. She decides that must be the case (or she's just terminally bored and not in the mood yet to walk the cold streets home) when she's crazy enough to tap Lu Han on the shoulder and point to her lips.
"Offer still stands?" she says cooly, keenly aware of how bold that sounds, then mentally hitting herself for the absurdity of all of this. That sounds so much like a come-on and Lu Han isn't dumb enough to miss it. 4.0 GPA, remember?
Lu Han blinks up at her. Her friend - Yixing - raises both eyebrows at Sehun, evaluating Sehun with a look that makes her squirm. Yixing is beautiful too with her sculpted cheekbones and pouty lips, and her lined eyes are sharp for someone whose cheeks are flushed an angry shade of pink.
"This the freshman girl you were talking about?" Yixing says bluntly, as if Sehun isn't in front of them. "You're right. She's cute. Tall, too. Heh, you always did like your girls tall and butch-acting. Go for it. Are you a catalog model?" Yixing segues rather ungracefully, turning to her.
"Drunk people really shouldn't be making choices for their friends," Sehun snipes back.
"Rude," Yixing mutters. "I take it back. She's not cute. She's a snippy little bi--"
"Offer still stands," Lu Han repeats, smiling. She stands up, balancing impressively on her heels for someone who Sehun assumes has drunk more than her fair share of alcohol for the night. "Follow me to that room, please?'
"But that's the... guest bedroom. I thought we could just talk... here." She gesticulates to the couch and to Yixing, whose head is lolling to the edge of the couch.
Lu Han shrugs carelessly. "It's too loud out here. Let's go somewhere more private. You don't mind, do you?"
"I mind this. I do," she protests as the back of her knees hit the bed. She hits the mattress with a loud grunt and she hears Lu Han giggling as she pulls a pink scrunchie out of nowhere and ties her hair up in a messy ponytail. All sorts of questions pass through her mind: Why is there a big bed in here, and why are there scented candles on the bedstand, and why oh why is Lu Han hopping over the mattress and dropping to her knees and straddling her waist, dear sweet god.
"If you really did, you'd have gone out the door the second I kissed you." Lu Han grins down at her, making a happy humming noise that absolutely does not do things to Sehun. The top three buttons of Lu Han's silk top are already unbuttoned, giving Sehun a peek of her cleavage. Her lace skirt hikes higher and higher up her thighs the more she leans over Sehun.
"I have a boyfriend," Sehun says, half-heartedly, trying to ignore the warmth of Lu Han's fingers skating over her exposed stomach.
"You love him?" Lu Han whispers, sliding her hand down Sehun's leather-clad thighs, lingering for a moment.
"I - we've been together a long time."
"Not the answer I was looking for, cutie," Lu Han says, entirely too cheerful for Sehun's liking.
So she blurts the one thing that will make all even more awkward than it already is. "I'm a virgin."
To her horror, Lu Han just laughs, her eyes crinkling up prettily at the corners. Even her crow's feet are attractive, goddamnit. "That's okay. A little more pressure for me, but who says a girl can't take pressure, right?"
At the word 'pressure' she grips Sehun's thigh and leans forward, pressing her mouth to Sehun's throat and reaching with her free hand to snake under Sehun's top, pulling it up over Sehun's arms. She gets back to work after Sehun's top falls to the floor, wasting no time in pressing her entire body close. Sehun can't help it, she jerks her hips upward at the sensation, and Lu Han pauses, makes a small noise of disapproval and bites at Sehun's neck lightly, very lightly - not enough to bruise, but enough for Sehun to cry out in surprise.
"Behave, cutie," Lu Han says with a devilish grin that looks out of place beside innocent features.
Sehun squeezes her eyes shut as tight as they'll go and tilts her head back when Lu Han kisses down her throat. Sehun's spent more sleepless nights the summer after graduation than she'd like to admit, panting up into the darkness with her hand between her legs and the image of Jongin between them refusing to get out of her head. Despite the semi-prudish image she's cultivated, she's spent so many nights wondering what it would be like, what sex and a naked body rutting against hers would feel like.
Lu Han's hand smoothly moves up her side onto her back, slipping around to hook on Sehun's bra.
"We're - we're really doing this," Sehun says with a voice that's somehow almost breathless. "I - I don't know anything. I don't know how to please anyone."
Lu Han kisses along her collarbone, murmuring, "It's okay. I'll take care of it. Your first time should be nice."
Lu Han snaps her bra loose, her hands moving forward to slip beneath the cups. Sehun couldn't help a small arch, her body tingling even as Lu Han's touches are light and caressing. Lu Han kisses her again, and Sehun squeaks into her mouth as Lu Han starts to roll a nipple between her fingers. The mix of soft skin and Lu Han's short nails is already way too much for Sehun to handle, and her pants aren't even off yet.
Lu Han slips her hand to Sehun's back, feeling the rippling muscle beneath her curves. "You're an athlete," Lu Han murmurs, tweaking Sehun's nipple as Sehun groans. "Explains why you're this mix of cute and sexy."
"I - I could say the same for you," Sehun gasps out as Lu Han pushes her bra out of the way; her hands still curved around Sehun's breasts, and her mouth joins those perfect fingers. In a clearly calculated move, Lu Han grinds her hips down onto Sehun's, putting just a little rotation into it once she was down there. Even through the leather and lace, Sehun is swollen and sensitive, and her hands fall limply as she forgets what to do with them. She closes her eyes, breathing deep, Lu Han's mouth and hand on her breasts and her hips grinding sharply into hers.
Lu Han suddenly sits up, and Sehun bites her lower lip to keep from whining at the loss of contact, but then Lu Han unzips her pants and tries tugging them down. She pouts, glistening lower lip falling slightly open in surprise.
"Your pants are too tight," Lu Han observes.
"I'm going to kill Kyungsoo-oppa," she mutters, sitting up and successfully pulling the pants down after a few tries. "Unnie," she tries, belatedly realizing she hasn't bothered to call the girl on top of her unnie because she looks obscenely younger than her, "can you... um. Take off - I mean - your, um -"
Lu Han chuckles in that entirely too irksome way that Sehun is not getting used to. "Okay. Since you asked so nicely," she says, and slides off her top to reveal her pink Hello Kitty lace bra. Her boobs aren't big at all, probably a 32-B cup at most (not that Sehun stares at enough boobs to estimate accurately), but they're perky and firm and oh god, they're exactly like the rest of her.
Beautiful.
She wonders if she should really be thinking this way about another girl when she hasn't even seen Jongin naked yet, not entirely, but Lu Han's sliding out of her short skirt and - of course the bra and panties are matching set.
Lu Han takes advantage of her distraction, kissing her deep and messy as she slinks fingers inside her panties. Sehun feels so fucking embarrassed, desperate and panting against Lu Han's mouth as Lu Han rolls two fingers against her clit.
Lu Han breaks the kiss with a smile. "You're so wet," she says like it's the most fascinating thing. Before Sehun can reply to that, Lu Han bends down to kiss her again, openmouthed, tongue pushing its way into mouth in quick little dips, pressing just a bit harder. Sehun arches slightly into Lu Han's touch, gasping when Lu Han's fingers go inside her, twisting her fingers in a deliciously teasing way.
"Unnie, you're embarrassing," Sehun says, blushing furiously because she's the embarrassing one here and she can't think of a better comeback when she's about to lose it. "Please - can you please -"
"Looks like you have a case of can't spit it out," Lu Han says wryly, fingers dancing near Sehun's opening. "I don't know how many other ways I can find you cute tonight."
"Unnie," she growls, but it comes out needy and whining. She already feels lightheaded and so close to the end. No, no, it can't be the end. This can't be the end.
Lu Han smiles as if reading her mind, then crawls down, giving Sehun a great view of her breasts squeezed into her elbows as she lowers herself between Sehun's legs and peels her legs apart. She pushes Sehun's panties down her ankles, and oh god this is it, this is really it.
"Don't be scared," Lu Han says gently, breath hot against Sehun's inner thigh. Sehun suddenly gets why Lu Han has to pull her hair back. "Unnie will take care of you."
Then Lu Han's tongue is licking up there, like she's savoring the taste, and then licking all the way up her folds. She presses her tongue, flicking Sehun's clit rhythmically and firmly until Sehun quakes under her mouth. Lu Han pushes her tongue inside Sehun like there's no tomorrow, faster and faster and harder and harder, like she's only focused on the weight of Sehun's body and the taste of Sehun's arousal and her texture and smell.
"U-unnie," Sehun cries out, sure that her entire body is red from the heat and she's scant inches from coming. "Lu Han. I - I can't -"
Words are useless now as Lu Han pushes her tongue deeper inside Sehun, thrusting it hard and then slipping it out to flick against Sehun's clit in a staccato rhythm, matching the thrusts of her tongue with Sehun's involuntary roll of hips.
Then suddenly Sehun's breathing steadies. Until she realizes that the reason she can breath again is because Lu Han is leaning forward, climbing back up until they're face to face.
"You don't have to hold back," Lu Han says, her hand hovering so close to Sehun's crotch that she can feel the heat of it. "Come anytime you want."
"Please just let me, then," she says, and oh she tastes herself inside Lu Han's mouth as they kiss again. Lu Han slips her fingers down and presses them on her clit, slowly intensifying the pressure, and there's the friction she wants, and it's so fucking delicious. She pushes her hips up against Lu Han's fingers, seeking more and more until her vision is whiting out. It's when Lu Han sucks on Sehun's lower lip into her mouth for a nibble that Sehun comes with a loud cry, tearing her mouth away from Lu Han's as everything just throbs.
Sehun kind of expects to wake up with a hangover and a heart full of regret. Instead, she feels her heart tighten in that delicious squeeze as she sees her 'mistake' drenched in an ungodly amount of sunlight. She expects to to want to see the girl lying to next to her only in the dark, concealed in a bed of covers. Instead she feels at once ravenous and full, spent and electrified and lightheaded. She feels all vanilla and inexperienced when she recalls the happenings of the previous night, but there's nothing more that she wants right now than to nestle back into the frame of Lu Han's breasts.
"You look pretty happy," Jongin says from across her, idly pushing the tapioca around his large glass of bubble tea. "Did anything interesting happen at the party?"
"You could say that," she says.
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