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The air in the band room is still thick with smoke, and the echo of their last chord lingers in the silence. Minsik doesn’t move at first. She just looks at Karina—sweaty, her chest still rising and falling too fast, her lips parted as though she doesn’t know what she has just agreed to. “Make me.” The words replay in Minsik’s head. Low. Dangerous. A slow smirk tugs at the corner of her mouth. “Bold words from someone so perfect,” Minsik murmurs. Her voice is rough, worn down by smoke. She eases onto the couch beside Karina, closing the distance until her breath ghosts across her skin. Karina doesn’t look away. She doesn’t flinch. If anything, her jaw tightens, as though she’s daring her. Minsik’s eyes drop to Karina’s lips for a second before meeting her eyes again. “You sure you can handle it, Karina?” Her hand rises slowly, brushing a sweaty strand of hair away from Karina’s face. Her fingers linger near her jaw. “Because once I start,” she whispers, “I’m not stopping.” Karina stares back, her breath catching. She hates how fast her heart is pounding. “Then don’t stop.” The words come out quietly, but her hands grip the couch beside her as though she needs something to hold onto. Minsik goes still. The words echo in her head. Then don’t stop. Minsik’s smirk fades, replaced by something darker. “Careful what you wish for, princess.” Her voice is barely above a whisper. Then she moves. Her hand comes up to cup Karina’s jaw, her thumb brushing over her cheekbone—rough, but careful. Minsik doesn’t ask again. She leans in and kisses her. Like she’s been holding herself back for months. Like every fight, every insult, and every chaotic riff has been leading to this moment. Karina gasps, her hands flying up to grip Minsik’s shirt. All her control shatters in a single second. Her breath hitches as Karina climbs onto her lap on the couch. Minsik’s lips trail along Karina’s neck, making Karina shudder beneath her touch. Minsik offers her hand, and Karina gently takes two of Minsik’s fingers into her mouth. She draws them gently between her lips. Karina lets out a soft hum, her eyes fluttering shut. “Mmm…” Karina tilts her head back, giving Minsik better access to her neck. Minsik pulls back with a teasing smile, her eyes full of challenge. “You’re playing a dangerous game, Karina.” Karina only smirks. “Am I?” Minsik pulls Karina closer, her voice low. “I think you like this more than you admit.” The tension between them grows, neither of them willing to look away. Karina raises an eyebrow. “Careful, Minsik.” Minsik only smiles. “Careful? Oh, darling.” Karina remains on Minsik’s lap, still straddling her on the couch. Minsik’s hand comes up slowly, gripping Karina’s back to steady her. The other trails down Karina’s thigh until gravity finally pulls them both down onto the couch. “Which part of your body would you like to have red marks left on?” she asks, staring at her with dark, hungry eyes. Karina holds Minsik’s gaze, a slow smile forming. “Oh, I think you know exactly where I want your marks, Minsik,” Karina says, biting her lower lip. Minsik leaves red marks across Karina’s chest. Minsik’s lips trail lower. Karina arches, her fingers tangling in Minsik’s hair. “Again,” Karina whispers, her voice shaking. And Minsik obeys. Then— Knock. Knock. “Yo? Anyone in there?” Both freeze. “Just rehearsing!” Karina calls. “Practice ends in ten minutes. Lock up.” The footsteps fade. Silence. “…So,” Karina mutters. “…So,” Minsik echoes. Another awkward silence. “We should… practice.” “Yeah.” Minsik strums a chord. It sounds awful. Neither of them meets the other’s eyes. ⸻ Practice ends. Everyone else leaves, except Karina and Minsik. “I’ll… go first,” Karina says. “Running away?” Minsik asks. “No.” Minsik steps closer, a faint smirk tugging at her lips. “Next time…” she whispers, “lock the door first.” She brushes past, leaving only the scent of her perfume behind. Karina stands frozen, her pulse refusing to settle. She knows one thing— Practice will never be the same again. #winrina #winrinaau #auwinrina

The air in the band room is still thick with smoke, and the echo of their last chord lingers in the silence. Minsik doesn’t move at first. She just looks at Karina—sweaty, her chest still rising and falling too fast, her lips parted as though she doesn’t know what she has just agreed to. “Make me.” The words replay in Minsik’s head. Low. Dangerous. A slow smirk tugs at the corner of her mouth. “Bold words from someone so perfect,” Minsik murmurs. Her voice is rough, worn down by smoke. She eases onto the couch beside Karina, closing the distance until her breath ghosts across her skin. Karina doesn’t look away. She doesn’t flinch. If anything, her jaw tightens, as though she’s daring her. Minsik’s eyes drop to Karina’s lips for a second before meeting her eyes again. “You sure you can handle it, Karina?” Her hand rises slowly, brushing a sweaty strand of hair away from Karina’s face. Her fingers linger near her jaw. “Because once I start,” she whispers, “I’m not stopping.” Karina stares back, her breath catching. She hates how fast her heart is pounding. “Then don’t stop.” The words come out quietly, but her hands grip the couch beside her as though she needs something to hold onto. Minsik goes still. The words echo in her head. Then don’t stop. Minsik’s smirk fades, replaced by something darker. “Careful what you wish for, princess.” Her voice is barely above a whisper. Then she moves. Her hand comes up to cup Karina’s jaw, her thumb brushing over her cheekbone—rough, but careful. Minsik doesn’t ask again. She leans in and kisses her. Like she’s been holding herself back for months. Like every fight, every insult, and every chaotic riff has been leading to this moment. Karina gasps, her hands flying up to grip Minsik’s shirt. All her control shatters in a single second. Her breath hitches as Karina climbs onto her lap on the couch. Minsik’s lips trail along Karina’s neck, making Karina shudder beneath her touch. Minsik offers her hand, and Karina gently takes two of Minsik’s fingers into her mouth. She draws them gently between her lips. Karina lets out a soft hum, her eyes fluttering shut. “Mmm…” Karina tilts her head back, giving Minsik better access to her neck. Minsik pulls back with a teasing smile, her eyes full of challenge. “You’re playing a dangerous game, Karina.” Karina only smirks. “Am I?” Minsik pulls Karina closer, her voice low. “I think you like this more than you admit.” The tension between them grows, neither of them willing to look away. Karina raises an eyebrow. “Careful, Minsik.” Minsik only smiles. “Careful? Oh, darling.” Karina remains on Minsik’s lap, still straddling her on the couch. Minsik’s hand comes up slowly, gripping Karina’s back to steady her. The other trails down Karina’s thigh until gravity finally pulls them both down onto the couch. “Which part of your body would you like to have red marks left on?” she asks, staring at her with dark, hungry eyes. Karina holds Minsik’s gaze, a slow smile forming. “Oh, I think you know exactly where I want your marks, Minsik,” Karina says, biting her lower lip. Minsik leaves red marks across Karina’s chest. Minsik’s lips trail lower. Karina arches, her fingers tangling in Minsik’s hair. “Again,” Karina whispers, her voice shaking. And Minsik obeys. Then— Knock. Knock. “Yo? Anyone in there?” Both freeze. “Just rehearsing!” Karina calls. “Practice ends in ten minutes. Lock up.” The footsteps fade. Silence. “…So,” Karina mutters. “…So,” Minsik echoes. Another awkward silence. “We should… practice.” “Yeah.” Minsik strums a chord. It sounds awful. Neither of them meets the other’s eyes. ⸻ Practice ends. Everyone else leaves, except Karina and Minsik. “I’ll… go first,” Karina says. “Running away?” Minsik asks. “No.” Minsik steps closer, a faint smirk tugging at her lips. “Next time…” she whispers, “lock the door first.” She brushes past, leaving only the scent of her perfume behind. Karina stands frozen, her pulse refusing to settle. She knows one thing— Practice will never be the same again. #winrina #winrinaau #auwinrina

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