After the lessons and supper, Hyejeong came back to her&Mina’s room, only to find that her friends were extremely disappointed and even bothered by what happened earlier that day. 
“What’s all this fuss about, Youkyung?” Hyejeong frowned as she gazed upon Youkyung, who was clearly angry now. Mina was sitting on the bed, only witnessing the fight but not trying to stop it. 
“Are you crazy?” Youkyung kept rapidly walking back and forth, her voice hanging somewhere between nervous and enraged. “How can you walk around with her, seriously? I remember you ignored me for almost a month that time when I spoke to Jimin, one of those girls from her gang, and now you have lunch with her and hang out with her like nothing has happened?” 
“Listen, she …” Hyejeong was about to say that she helped her get to the nurse’s room, but stopped immediately. Would it be clever to tell about that? Both of them wanted to keep it a secret. 
“She what?” Youkyung snorted. 
“She just.. was feeling unwell..”
“And you just kindly offered her a hang-out? What’s going on with you these days, Hyejeong?” 
Hyejeong sighed deeply and turned to look at Mina. “Why are you just sitting there and doing nothing?” 
“I’m… sorry, but Youkyungie is right…” Mina barely uttered, embarrassed. 
“What do you mean?” 
“I mean, you were always disappointed in us whenever we talked to her friends and then you hang out with her own self. The whole college is talking about it at the moment. I understand that you two are, I mean, were room-mates, but—“ 
“Whatever. I’m leaving.” Hyejeong muttered before abruptly leaving the room in the middle of the conversation. She was in no mood to keep talking about that topic.
She stopped in the entrance of the corridor and exhaled. She wasn’t feeling well that day: her mood was destroyed and she experienced very slight backache. She looked up at the sky; it was getting dark. She wandered the halls of the college, occasionally hiding from the guards to avoid being sent back to her room. She didn’t want to have another encounter with her friends at that moment. 
She finally stood in front of the gym class. Maybe washing off could help her relax a little?
She walked into the locker room to take a towel from the laundry hamper, then shut the door softly, barely audibly. On the far side was a door leading to the shower room. Though, something was strange. Everyone was supposed to be in their rooms already, though someone else was inside. And that someone was having a shower because the room was warm, and Hyejeong was nearing a sweat. She went further into the room and stopped dead in her tracks. 
It was Seolhyun... she should have been long gone by now, but there were always rumours among girls that she liked coming there at nights to work-out and then have a gym shower once or twice a week. Hyejeong desperately wanted to walk back to the locker area, but her feet wouldn't listen. By now, she was assaulted by Seolhyun's figure. The hot water cascaded over her body, making her skin look ivory. Hyejeong was already over-aware and in a way over her head, she could hear every move Seolhyun made, and couldn't stop her eyes from darting to the girl. They were now close and her vision was too good. Seolhyun was facing the shower so she was most likely not aware of Hyejeong's presence, and now was the best time to walk back to the locker room and spend a few minutes there before Seolhyun would be back. But Hyejeong froze as Seolhyun did something Hyejeong had never seen coming; 
She reached for the soap behind her and began to lather her body, rubbing it down her s and stomach that Hyejeong could not see yet. As she reached the juncture of her thighs, though, she let the soap fall to the floor. Hyejeong gulped at the guess of what was to come. Seolhyun's hands skidded... down between and,

she began touching herself. 

Hyejeong, shocked by the sudden act, stifled a gasp. It was definitely time to leave. And yet she stayed. A soft whimper escaped Seolhyun as she rubbed her mound and then drew her hand across her sensitive spot, massaging gently, tenderly. As she was engrossed in her own pleasuring, Hyejeong stood there still, unable to move. In minutes, finally, Seolhyun's fingers moved faster and soon it crashed over her, waves of pleasure. Her hand slowly stilled, though her body trembled and then rel