GG Non-Smuts

Saturday (ft. Minju)

Hello :)

1,190 words.

former IZ*ONE

[a/n]: mentions of mature content.

Hi," Minjoo shyly said as I approach. Her hair filled her features, but I couldn't deny her beauty even though it was hidden in silky shadows.

Me and minjoo have been talking for maybe months now. But this is the first initial meeting, face-to-face. And chatting online wasn't exactly meeting, nor was calling, zoom, no zoom.

"Hey." I smile. Minjoo nods her head, smile back at me with pearly teeth. Minjoo seems perfect in my eyes. The white crop-top accentuated her torso better than it should've and her dark hair showed no remorse towards my heart. Not that it mattered, she was heart-throbbingly beautiful anyway. Probably the best my vision has seen so far.

But I could tell she was slowly admiring myself aswell, eyes wonder than snap. I guess she doesn't understand that I've noticed, maybe just dense—in a good way of course.

"Why don't we?" I ask, open the door for her to step inside. Minjoo smiles sweetly at me, kind gestures showed just how much I appreciated her agreement. If it weren't for yena, I'm sure Minjoo would've declined faster than sonic. If it weren't for her undeniable soft nature, I'm sure I'll be shaking more than a vibrator without an off button.

— flashback —
"Well. Maybe a lady would help." Yena says to me. We just finished our daily meetings, ones that'll make persons' drool.

"Huh? No way." I unbelievably say. Yena looks at me, her eyes telling unintentionally.
"C'mon. I have work, you have school, we have things to do with our lives." She admits. Her palms sweaty but she knew I'd never disclaimed any advice she'd throw.

"And what makes you think a girlfriend would help with that?" I ask. I couldn't really understand the logic of her statement, but I knew deep down that she knew exactly what she was talking about.

"We won't be able to meet up as much anymore. So if you have a girlfriend, you wouldn't have to worry about my busy butt." She chuckles while finishing. I saw exactly what she meant, but I just couldn't see myself in said relationship. I was also extremely clueless as to who she seemed to be going on about.

"Wait. So, just who is this girl?" I ask. Yena smiles, dig through her purse for a second until she pulls out an old phone. Seemingly overused but I said nothing.

As she press the power button, the screen lights up to show her face better. I didn't notice but her hair shined more than bright that day, and her pussy was exquisitely tighter than usual. Wetter than a flowing sink, and warmer than inside of a wintertide.

She then proceeds to show me a picture of a cute female, lips puckered and hair done almost flawlessly. She smirks as I admire the phone closely.

"She's pretty.... But I really can't—." She cuts me off with her slender finger, "you can. C'mon. You'll get tired of me eventually, so here's Minjoo. Treat her nicely, ok?"

— present —
As we walk to the table, minjoo looks around a bit. But I couldn't keep my eyes off of her, completely stunned.

"What are you looking at?" Minjoo giggles. I blush furiously, getting caught staring wasn't the best feeling. But at least she knew how I felt. At least.

"Nothin'," I say. Minjoo nods before turning back towards the barista when she asks, "what can I get you ma'am?" And orders her drink, with mine after I cut in.

Sit down at the shiny clean table in a secluded corner, minjoo takes her seat infront of me. The screeching of chair + floor made my head a little light, but the way she looks at me after settling in, my heart stops for a second before re-beating—if possible.

"Min... Minji?" I hear from behind minjoo. Standing up, I walk towards the counter. As the barista spots me, noticing my previous appearance, she immediately hands me the metallic tray, "I'm sorry. I don't know how to pronounce the name," she says shyly. I laugh it off, walking away with the tray of beverages.

"So. What's up?" I couldn't help but stare as Minjoo talked. Her mouth moving almost soundless and her teeth shining as she curls her lips everytime. I admire her chocolate hair, chocolate eyes. And the chocolate drink she ordered all together.

"And then he said.... Boombayah!" She finishes her joke with a loud laugh, alerting half the cafe. "Ahh sorry," she cutely apologizes, snickering and covering her mouth. I was slightly glad that she felt comfortable around me, I was also glad that she felt so comfortable to the point she'd drink from my own straw. Tell jokes. And kick me under the table whenever I'd say something not-so-smart.

As the day skips into an afternoon from a morning, I decide to take Minjoo on a walk. Nothing too extreme but definitely enjoyable. As we walk, she subconsciously attaches herself to my arm, lightly sniffing my shirt. I would've thought it was creepy if not adorable.

"You're so weird," I chuckle, pushing her head a little from me. She pouts, her bottom lip sticks out and her hands grip my arm tighter.

"I thought you liked that?" Her innocent eyes asked. I start to question what she meant before she cuts me off, spotting something obviously more important than what she's just said.

"Oh look. Ice cream!" She points. And when I look into the direction, she wasn't lying. A ice cream truck stationed itself on the end of the park's sidewalk. Still running with a couple of kids betwixt younger adults I'd assume as significants. I instantly pop my wallet out and wrap my arm around her shoulder. It wasn't exactly awkward since we were kind of dating, or in Yena's words, "a responsibility." I say the words in my head while walking out to the older man selling numerous flavor of ice cream. Minjoo jumps in excitement when I beckon her to pick what she'd like.

"I'd like—," she named her favorite flavor on the menu. 'Glad she didn't pick mint chocolate' I say in my head. Which I completely despise mint chocolate.

After getting my flavor, we walk for a bit more. Watching the birds soar though the sky, the kids slide down slides and swing on swings. Picnics set up and yard sales active.

"Busy day." I break the silence for a second, not wanting our walk to be as inactive as our first encounter. Minjoo looks up from her position on my side, taking a large chunk of the creamy ice cream before opening her mouth to say something, the colorful substance resting on her tongue.

"Really is." She smiles innocently at me and I couldn't help but blush. "Yea... yea," I say. Fixate my vision on the nearby wooden table, no one occupying it. The environment as we walked upon the table changed as Minjoo sat infront of me. It lit up, the butterflies looked more lively and the sun shined directly as if it was signaling her beauty to be immaculate. And I think it was.