(love) in this club (namjoo/yoona)
(love) in this club
namjoo/yoona, pg; 1,455 words
general au
submission for intoaclub!
“I didn’t ask for this.”
Im Yoona sighed against the rim of her martini glass, raising an eyebrow to indicate that she was still listening to the story her… “suitor” had been spewing off for over ten minutes. It wasn’t that it was boring - it really wasn’t -, it was just that her interest in her blind date of the week had went out the door the second he’d ordered her drink for her.
It’d taken everything in her not to set the order straight, to tell him that she would’ve preferred a nice brew or bottle of Soju over the Cosmopolitan he’d just spent way too much on, but she’d held back. It was part of the deal she’d made with her grandmother - one set up a week with whatever son of whatever friend of the family she found preferable. She did it, if anything, to keep the woman off both her and her dad’s backs. It wasn’t like anything came out of the dates, anyway. Maybe a new found friendship if she really clicked with the guy, but the evenings never ended with a goodbye kiss or taxi ride back to her apartment for a good boinkfest.
So, there was that, and the fact that she’d never really been too interested in boys, period. Her dad knew, she obviously knew but her grandmother was dead clueless. It was easier if it stayed that way, too.
“Have any input on that?”
Shaken out of her thoughts as the voice of her date floated to her ears, Yoona took a hesitant sip of her drink (the taste had always wigged her out, honestly) before shrugging in reply. “Not really, I’m not too familiar with… all of that.”
Sitting her glass down onto the surface of the table separating them, her “date” let out a visible sighed as she moved a hand toward her small money clasp, fingers tightening around the cheap pleather material as she rose to her feet. Turning on her heel, Yoona let out a low, “I have to pee”, before slipping past a small group of (what she assumed to be) frat boys dancing dangerously close to sharp corner of the bar.
She couldn’t find it in herself to warm them about the blatant safety hazard as she traveled further into the crowd of dancers - some more enthusiastic as others. It was moments like then that Yoona wished she had more of an interest in dancing, but…, no, the urge was usually gone as quickly as it developed.
Craning her neck to the side to look back and see if her “poor abandoned date” (her grandma was sure to dub him that as soon as the news that she’d bailed on him got back to her - which it would) had got the clue, Yoona sighed. It was so easy to get away from people she could care less about getting to know better; why was it so hard to find people that drew her interest in, though?
The question plagued Yoona more often than she would have liked it too, and only seemed to amplify with the sound of the bass surrounding it. It distracted her, eyes still focused in the opposite direction that she was head in, until a hard smack across her chest brought her back into reality.
Face spinning back forward, Yoona’s hand flew instinctively up toward her chest, rubbing against the area that the… smaller girl in front of her had just ran into. “My boob,” she groaned out as the culprit of the boob smacking criminal locked eyes with her.
It was in that moment that it registered with Yoona - this girl wasn’t a stranger of a boob smacking criminal, she was a boob smacking criminal that she already knew - quite well, actually.
“Unnie!”
Before Yoona was able to question the smaller girl, a set of arms were tightening around her body, linking together at the center of her back. “Unnie, I haven’t seen you in months.”
Eyes scanning the area surrounding them, which was still quite crowded, Yoona started to shuffle to the side, silently apologizing to the people they ran into along the way. It proved to be a difficult task, walking, when there was basically dead weight clinging to you.
“Kim Namjoo,” Yoona let out, wanting to hit herself for being so lazy about working out in the last year - it was proving pretty difficult to drag even a miniature… human being like Kim Namjoo along with her. The soles of Namjoo’s shoes continued to drag across the dance floor until Yoona finally made it out of the big crowd, moving closer toward a far less occupied area of the club.
Finally managing to find an unoccupied area of wall, Yoona let out a huff, leaning against the brick.
“What are you…,” she trailed off as Namjoo’s grip (somehow) tightened more around her. “What are you doing here? You’re underaged.”
Namjoo let out a high pitched giggle as she pressed the bridge of her nose against the nape of Yoona’s neck, lips settling at the top of her collarbone. Yoona shifted under her weight.
“I got a fake ID, unnie,” she continued to giggle as she finally let go of Yoona, stance slumping. Yoona watched her, half curious and half baffled, as she started to dig into the front pocket of her jeans. It took another good thirty seconds for her to finally locate what she was trying to find - a triumphant smile crossing her features as she held out the ID for Yoona to see. Albeit upside down, but it still existed, from what she could tell.
Tilting her head to the side to get a read on it, “It’s upside down,” Yoona pointed out, Namjoo pouting in reaction as she flipped it over, smiling returning immediately after. “And…,” she trailed off, squinting at the image settled at the top corner of the ID. “Oh my god, that woman has to be in her early thirties, how the hell did you manage to get in here with that thing?”
“We look alike!”
“It would’ve been more convincing to bring your sister’s ID,” Yoona pointed out.
“But Taeyeon unnie and I look nothing alike, like…,” Namjoo trailed off, eyes glazing over. “… Yeah, like…, we don’t, we’re like the North and South Pole. Totally different things.”
“I see,” Yoona nodded her head - more to keep the girl from going further with her explanation than actually agreeing. “Are you here alone?”
“Kind of.”
“Kind of?”
“I came with Hayoung. Her boyfriend works up on the… spin-y machine thing. He thinks he’s so cool, but he’s really not, he’s just, like…, so not cool,” Namjoo started to babble, throwing her hands into the air over her head for emphasis. Yoona choked back a chuckle at the incoherent ramblings as her arms fell back down to her sides. “She bailed on me to go back to his apartment with him - she never does that, I’m kind of sad right now,” she sighed.
Yoona pursued her lips together, readying herself to tell the girl that “it was okay” when Namjoo flung herself forward once again, face planting between her… boobs (god, she’d gotten more action in the last five minutes than she’d gotten in forever), arms wrapping and tightening around her waist.
“Unnie, can you kiss it better or something? All of my other friends do that when I get sad,” Namjoo mumbled against her, head shaking from one side to the other, and back again, and again, and… once more, and…
It was when it dawned on Yoona that her good friend’s little sister was basically motorboating her right then that she leaned back further against the wall, hands moving to grip either side of Namjoo’s shoulders.
“I can’t,” she let out simply, sternly (or as sternly as she could manage).
Namjoo’s pout only deepened at being turned on. “But, you’re so…,” she trailed off, bottom lip beginning to quiver. (“Oh my god, no”, Yoona thought), “… h-hot.”
Yoona sighed, removing her hands away from her as she moved to the side, slowly moving Namjoo along with her as she settled for draping an arm across her shoulders instead. “I know,” she admitted, freely, “but…, you’re very drunk right now and I’m a lot older than you are.”
As they started to step forward toward the exit of the club, Namjoo seemed to perk up at Yoona’s side. “I’m not though, unnie, I had my birthday a few months ago! I m-m-…,” she hiccupped, “… I might not be old enough to party in cool places like this…, everything else, though…”
Yoona raised an eyebrow. “Yeah?”
Namjoo nodded her head.
Okay, maybe that changed things a little.
namjoo/yoona, pg; 1,455 words
general au
submission for intoaclub!
“I didn’t ask for this.”
Im Yoona sighed against the rim of her martini glass, raising an eyebrow to indicate that she was still listening to the story her… “suitor” had been spewing off for over ten minutes. It wasn’t that it was boring - it really wasn’t -, it was just that her interest in her blind date of the week had went out the door the second he’d ordered her drink for her.
It’d taken everything in her not to set the order straight, to tell him that she would’ve preferred a nice brew or bottle of Soju over the Cosmopolitan he’d just spent way too much on, but she’d held back. It was part of the deal she’d made with her grandmother - one set up a week with whatever son of whatever friend of the family she found preferable. She did it, if anything, to keep the woman off both her and her dad’s backs. It wasn’t like anything came out of the dates, anyway. Maybe a new found friendship if she really clicked with the guy, but the evenings never ended with a goodbye kiss or taxi ride back to her apartment for a good boinkfest.
So, there was that, and the fact that she’d never really been too interested in boys, period. Her dad knew, she obviously knew but her grandmother was dead clueless. It was easier if it stayed that way, too.
“Have any input on that?”
Shaken out of her thoughts as the voice of her date floated to her ears, Yoona took a hesitant sip of her drink (the taste had always wigged her out, honestly) before shrugging in reply. “Not really, I’m not too familiar with… all of that.”
Sitting her glass down onto the surface of the table separating them, her “date” let out a visible sighed as she moved a hand toward her small money clasp, fingers tightening around the cheap pleather material as she rose to her feet. Turning on her heel, Yoona let out a low, “I have to pee”, before slipping past a small group of (what she assumed to be) frat boys dancing dangerously close to sharp corner of the bar.
She couldn’t find it in herself to warm them about the blatant safety hazard as she traveled further into the crowd of dancers - some more enthusiastic as others. It was moments like then that Yoona wished she had more of an interest in dancing, but…, no, the urge was usually gone as quickly as it developed.
Craning her neck to the side to look back and see if her “poor abandoned date” (her grandma was sure to dub him that as soon as the news that she’d bailed on him got back to her - which it would) had got the clue, Yoona sighed. It was so easy to get away from people she could care less about getting to know better; why was it so hard to find people that drew her interest in, though?
The question plagued Yoona more often than she would have liked it too, and only seemed to amplify with the sound of the bass surrounding it. It distracted her, eyes still focused in the opposite direction that she was head in, until a hard smack across her chest brought her back into reality.
Face spinning back forward, Yoona’s hand flew instinctively up toward her chest, rubbing against the area that the… smaller girl in front of her had just ran into. “My boob,” she groaned out as the culprit of the boob smacking criminal locked eyes with her.
It was in that moment that it registered with Yoona - this girl wasn’t a stranger of a boob smacking criminal, she was a boob smacking criminal that she already knew - quite well, actually.
“Unnie!”
Before Yoona was able to question the smaller girl, a set of arms were tightening around her body, linking together at the center of her back. “Unnie, I haven’t seen you in months.”
Eyes scanning the area surrounding them, which was still quite crowded, Yoona started to shuffle to the side, silently apologizing to the people they ran into along the way. It proved to be a difficult task, walking, when there was basically dead weight clinging to you.
“Kim Namjoo,” Yoona let out, wanting to hit herself for being so lazy about working out in the last year - it was proving pretty difficult to drag even a miniature… human being like Kim Namjoo along with her. The soles of Namjoo’s shoes continued to drag across the dance floor until Yoona finally made it out of the big crowd, moving closer toward a far less occupied area of the club.
Finally managing to find an unoccupied area of wall, Yoona let out a huff, leaning against the brick.
“What are you…,” she trailed off as Namjoo’s grip (somehow) tightened more around her. “What are you doing here? You’re underaged.”
Namjoo let out a high pitched giggle as she pressed the bridge of her nose against the nape of Yoona’s neck, lips settling at the top of her collarbone. Yoona shifted under her weight.
“I got a fake ID, unnie,” she continued to giggle as she finally let go of Yoona, stance slumping. Yoona watched her, half curious and half baffled, as she started to dig into the front pocket of her jeans. It took another good thirty seconds for her to finally locate what she was trying to find - a triumphant smile crossing her features as she held out the ID for Yoona to see. Albeit upside down, but it still existed, from what she could tell.
Tilting her head to the side to get a read on it, “It’s upside down,” Yoona pointed out, Namjoo pouting in reaction as she flipped it over, smiling returning immediately after. “And…,” she trailed off, squinting at the image settled at the top corner of the ID. “Oh my god, that woman has to be in her early thirties, how the hell did you manage to get in here with that thing?”
“We look alike!”
“It would’ve been more convincing to bring your sister’s ID,” Yoona pointed out.
“But Taeyeon unnie and I look nothing alike, like…,” Namjoo trailed off, eyes glazing over. “… Yeah, like…, we don’t, we’re like the North and South Pole. Totally different things.”
“I see,” Yoona nodded her head - more to keep the girl from going further with her explanation than actually agreeing. “Are you here alone?”
“Kind of.”
“Kind of?”
“I came with Hayoung. Her boyfriend works up on the… spin-y machine thing. He thinks he’s so cool, but he’s really not, he’s just, like…, so not cool,” Namjoo started to babble, throwing her hands into the air over her head for emphasis. Yoona choked back a chuckle at the incoherent ramblings as her arms fell back down to her sides. “She bailed on me to go back to his apartment with him - she never does that, I’m kind of sad right now,” she sighed.
Yoona pursued her lips together, readying herself to tell the girl that “it was okay” when Namjoo flung herself forward once again, face planting between her… boobs (god, she’d gotten more action in the last five minutes than she’d gotten in forever), arms wrapping and tightening around her waist.
“Unnie, can you kiss it better or something? All of my other friends do that when I get sad,” Namjoo mumbled against her, head shaking from one side to the other, and back again, and again, and… once more, and…
It was when it dawned on Yoona that her good friend’s little sister was basically motorboating her right then that she leaned back further against the wall, hands moving to grip either side of Namjoo’s shoulders.
“I can’t,” she let out simply, sternly (or as sternly as she could manage).
Namjoo’s pout only deepened at being turned on. “But, you’re so…,” she trailed off, bottom lip beginning to quiver. (“Oh my god, no”, Yoona thought), “… h-hot.”
Yoona sighed, removing her hands away from her as she moved to the side, slowly moving Namjoo along with her as she settled for draping an arm across her shoulders instead. “I know,” she admitted, freely, “but…, you’re very drunk right now and I’m a lot older than you are.”
As they started to step forward toward the exit of the club, Namjoo seemed to perk up at Yoona’s side. “I’m not though, unnie, I had my birthday a few months ago! I m-m-…,” she hiccupped, “… I might not be old enough to party in cool places like this…, everything else, though…”
Yoona raised an eyebrow. “Yeah?”
Namjoo nodded her head.
Okay, maybe that changed things a little.