(a/n: Alright, I'm going to stop the narrative right here. It wouldn't be fair to those who've already caught a glimpse because the story was still in progress. So, I made the choice to do that, just to be fair, haha.

PS. Thanks for your patience, and rest assured, I'll be updating fairly soon once again. You all take care!)

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"Is my pretty face really so irritating that you're obsessed to punch it whenever you please?"

"Y-Yoona?!"

The older girl snorted and turned away to face the sink, wiping away the trickle of blood that had appeared at the corner of . Jennie and her small hands. She couldn't understand why she seemed to be the perpetual target for physical altercations whenever they engaged in conversation.

"I... I'm sorry... I-I didn't know it was you."

Yoona's gaze stayed fixed on the sink as she heard the genuine regret in Jennie's voice. Sighing, she finally turned to look at the younger girl, her expression a mix of exasperation and curiosity. There was an unmistakable tinge of guilt in Jennie's eyes, as if she recognized the gravity of her mistake. 

"Of course you didn't know, because if you did, you probably wouldn't have landed a punch on me. But then again, even if you did recognize me, I can't help but feel you'd still be tempted to introduce my face to your fist." Yoona rolled her eyes before perching herself on one of the bar stools. "Am I wrong? So, surprise me. Tell me something new."

Yoona's fingers rhythmically tapped the counter as she awaited a response. Her raised eyebrows indicated her impatience, but her tone held a hint of amusement. She watched as a blush crept up Jennie's cheeks, noting the latter's flustered state. It was an unusual sight, and Yoona found herself oddly intrigued by the vulnerable display.

"What are you staring at?"

A glare accompanied the older girl's question, yet there was a glint of amusement in her eyes. It wasn't every day that she witnessed the usually composed Jennie flustered and fidgety.

"I... ah... when did you cut your hair? And when did you change your style?"

A smirk tugged at the corners of Yoona's lips upon hearing Jennie's questions. As much as Jennie tried to come across as unfazed, her curious glances and subtle blushing betrayed her genuine intrigue. The change in Yoona's appearance had caught her off-guard, but it seemed that Jennie couldn't help but be captivated by it.

Jennie couldn't deny the appeal of Yoona's transformation. The older girl had always exuded an arrogant yet alluring aura, but now there was a raw edge to her look that intensified the attraction. The way Yoona's sleeves were folded, revealing the fierce tiger tattoo on her biceps, held a tantalizing promise of strength and sensuality.

Involuntarily biting her lower lip, Jennie's thoughts took an unmistakably heated turn. She imagined Yoona's firm arms enveloping her, their bodies pressed together intimately. A deep sigh escaped her as she noticed Yoona's tongue unconsciously peeking out, and she couldn't help but wonder how it would feel against her skin.

Abruptly, Jennie let out a startled noise, suddenly aware of the heat pooling between her legs. She couldn't believe she was entertaining such explicit thoughts about Yoona. It was as if her imagination was running wild, conjuring images that were far from appropriate.

"I swear, Jennie, you're always blushing when we talk like this. What's wrong with you?" Yoona's voice broke through Jennie's reverie, and she found herself moving closer to the younger girl. Brows furrowing, she peered at Jennie's flushed face, her fingers inadvertently touching Jennie's forehead. The close proximity and Yoona's intense gaze made Jennie's heart race.

Every inch of Jennie's skin seemed to tingle at the contact, and she had to suppress a moan that threatened to escape her lips. It was a torturous mix of frustration and attraction, a sensation she was unaccustomed to. And to make matters worse, she had a boyfriend, a detail that seemed to be growing increasingly irrelevant in Yoona's presence.

"I... I-ah..." Jennie's tongue darted out to moisten her bottom lip, a nervous gesture that didn't escape Yoona's notice. The older girl's eyes remained fixed on Jennie's, an intense exchange that seemed to send electricity coursing through the air. "...you look different today."

Yoona couldn't help but chuckle softly at Jennie's obvious flustered state. The effect she seemed to have on the younger girl was both amusing and enticing. She leaned casually against the counter, a smug smile playing on her lips. "Obviously," she retorted, her eyes never leaving Jennie's as she continued to playfully tease. "I can tell my new image has rattled you quite a bit."

"W-what?"

A small victory, Yoona thought, relishing the rare sight of Jennie's speechlessness. She could see the turmoil in the younger girl's eyes, as if struggling to find the right words to respond. It was evident that Yoona's transformation had sparked an unexpected reaction in her.

"Now that I've noticed it," Yoona mused aloud, her smirk growing wider, "you've been looking at my lips quite a bit. Care to explain that, Jennie?"

Jennie's heart raced even faster, and she fought to steady her breathing. Yoona's proximity, combined with the way she was being scrutinized, had her nerves on edge. She felt like she was under a microscope, and the older girl was examining every nuance of her reaction.

"Perhaps it's because you want to kiss them," Yoona stated, her words dripping with a mixture of amusement and challenge. She tilted her head, her expression almost innocent, as if she were genuinely pondering the situation. But the glint in her eyes revealed her true intention. "Or maybe you're just curious about how they taste?"

Jennie's mouth hung open in disbelief, unable to come up with a coherent response. Her mind raced, her thoughts a jumbled mess. She felt as though Yoona was toying with her, teasing out her deepest desires and fears.

"W-what are you even saying?"

Jennie cursed her own stumbling words, frustrated with her inability to maintain her composure. Yoona's ability to unravel her was infuriating yet oddly exhilarating.

"I can be your genie," Yoona continued, her voice lowering in a seductive purr. She watched Jennie's every move, her eyes glinting with intrigue. "Tell me what you want, Jennie."

A fire ignited in Jennie's core, a mixture of longing and confusion that left her head spinning. This was dangerous territory, and she knew it. Her emotions were in turmoil, torn between her attraction to Yoona and her loyalty to her boyfriend.

But Yoona wasn't finished. Her gaze remained focused on Jennie's lips, her words delivered with a purpose that sent shivers down the younger girl's spine. "Say it, Jennie. Say what's on your mind."

The room seemed to close in around Jennie as she wrestled with her desires and her conscience. Her eyes locked onto Yoona's lips, her mind racing with the possibilities. She felt a pull, an irresistible force that beckoned her to surrender to her yearnings.

It was a dangerous game they were playing, a thrilling dance on the edge of forbidden territory. And as much as Jennie struggled to find her voice, she couldn't deny the undeniable truth that was swirling within her—a truth she was afraid to confront, yet unable to ignore.

"I know you want to do it," Yoona's voice was a seductive whisper that wrapped around Jennie like a spell, "so go ahead, Jennie. You want to taste my lips, don't you? Feel free to do it right now."

Jennie's internal struggle reached a boiling point. Her desires warred with her sense of loyalty and morality. Yoona's presence was intoxicating, and the pull between them was undeniable. She bit down on her lip, her heart racing as her mind raced even faster. The temptation was overwhelming, and she found herself leaning in, her eyes fluttering shut

, what other people say or what my boyfriend gonna say. I'm going to kiss her whether they like it or not. And so knowing that she couldn't stop her feelings anymore she had made a decision already. 

Jennie's internal struggle reached a boiling point. Her desires warred with her sense of loyalty and morality. Yoona's presence was intoxicating, and the pull between them was undeniable. She bit down on her lip, her heart racing as her mind raced even faster. The temptation was overwhelming, and she found herself leaning in, her eyes fluttering shut.

But just as their lips were about to meet, an intrusive sound pierced the charged atmosphere. The ringing of a phone shattered the moment, and Jennie's eyes snapped open in dismay. Yoona's gaze dropped to her phone, and a mix of frustration and confusion flickered across her features.

Incoming call from suga