Genre(s): humor, slight romance?
Summary: Minjung is distracted from the company banquet she is forced to attend by a certain Gwiboon who is dressed to kill, as per usual. And Junghee is there, offering advice that may or may not be useful.
a/n: I finally don't write smut, but now I feel like it needs it OTL What do you think?
also, Gwiboon's dress was inspired by this
just less sparkly. lol.
Minjung readjusted herself on the barstool, smoothing her dress over her lap. She hated being here. If her boss hadn’t practically threatened her- saying that the merging of the two companies was the most important thing that had happened all year- she simply wouldn’t have shown up.
But alas, here she was, perched atop an uncomfortable barstool in a swanky hotel banquet hall wearing a black halter dress that her roommate, Junghee, insisted made her look like less of a “shapeless boy.” Meanwhile, said roommate was off flirting with some guy when she was supposed to be keeping Minjung sane.
And sane she was not, since at the moment, she couldn’t take her eyes off the most beautiful girl she had ever seen who had just come in wearing a nude colored lace dress that went to the floor with a slit that went all the way up to mid-thigh. Her wavy brown hair fell over one shoulder, the other side having been slicked back- revealing numerous ear piercings. The girl had sharp cheekbones, almost dangerous feline eyes, and a cupid’s bow pout that was both adorable and alluring at the same time. She was breathtaking, to say the least.
“God, could you be
more obvious?” Junghee giggled, sitting down next to her.
“Shut up,” Minjung grumbled, taking a sip of her cocktail and pretending that her cheeks weren’t flushing pink.
“Go for it,” Junghee urged, nudging her.
“Yeah, right,” she scoffed, trying not to fiddle with the loose bun that Junghee had done for her.
“Dude seriously,” the other girl prodded, “Go talk to her!”
“What good would that do? She’s probably gearing up to flirt with that guy you were just talking to.”
“I bet she’s not,” Junghee argued, “I saw her completely ignore, like, three guys and then stare at that blonde chick’s boobs.”
“She was probably looking at her dress.”
“She was looking at her cleavage!” Junghee insisted.
“Whatever, I’m sure I don’t have a shot anyway.”
“I don’t mean to eavesdrop, but are you guys talking about Gwiboon?” a girl who, quite honestly, didn’t even look old enough to be sitting at the bar asked, leaning over toward the two roommates.
“The one in the lace dress?” Junghee questioned.
“Yep, that’s Gwiboon,” the girl nodded, her black bob swishing with the movement.
“I’m trying to get my friend to go talk to her,” Junghee motioned toward Minjung, grinning like the wingman she considered herself to be, “She’s into girls, right? I get that vibe.”
“What do you know about who likes girls?” Minjung couldn’t help but interrupt. Junghee pouted.
“I don’t know honestly,” the third girl said, clearly ignoring the looks they were shooting one another, “But I can
tell you that I have never seen her flirt with a guy, nor have I ever heard her talk about a guy in a romantic sense. I say, she should go for it,” the girl said, addressing Junghee, who now had a smug grin on her face.
“Why is my love life being discussed without me?” Minjung asked, slightly annoyed.
“Because you refuse to actively participate in it, so someone
has to,” Junghee informed her, turning back to the other girl, “She would walk around in sweat pants and spend all her time playing sports if it wasn’t for me.”
“Yah! Why is that such a bad thing?”
“Because then you’d never get laid!” Junghee sing-songed, grinning like a maniac and causing the other girl to giggle behind her hand. Minjung just sighed, fighting the blush on her cheeks, as she dropped her head into her hands.
“Hey what’s the name of that guy over there?” she heard Junghee ask.
“Siwon,” the other girl replied, “He’s from accounting,” she almost sighed. Minjung felt like she was watchi- er… listening to some stupid teen movie about some heartthrob football player.
“He’s so fucking hot,” Junghee gushed.
,” the other girl affirmed, “But he’s a total gentleman. I’ve been trying to seduce him for almost seven months now.” She sighed again.
“Thanks for the support,” Minjung said sarcastically, poking Junghee on the arm.
“Hey, it’s not my fault that you’re just sitting here. You’re supposed to be off chatting it up with that girl.”
“But…isn’t she kind of out of my league?” Minjung whispered, feeling a bit ashamed to be asking such a question in front of a stranger. Her friend studied her, concentrating.
“No, I think you’ll be alright,” Junghee finally announced confidently, “Especially in that dress.”
“How do you manage to compliment yourself while you’re encouraging me?”
“For god’s sake, just go
!” Junghee laughed, pushing her roommate from the bar stool and giggling when she stumbled slightly in her heels, low as they were.
Minjung grumbled but made her way across the banquet hall, if only to avoid having to hear more about this Siwon guy whom she was honestly picturing as a football player in a lettermen jacket.
Of course, due to her inner tirade against her roommate, she was surprised when she found herself in front of Gwiboon’s table without a plan of any sort. She cursed Junghee in her head one more time for good measure before she cleared her throat, bringing the other girl’s gaze to her standing form.
“Can I sit here?” Minjung asked, wishing that she’d thought of a better opener.
“Sure,” Gwiboon responded, her voice indifferent, but her stare intense as though she was analyzing her every feature. Minjung sat down in the chair to Gwiboon’s left, shifting nervously until she remembered that she should probably introduce herself.
“I’m Minjung,” she hesitantly stated, watching Gwiboon’s eyes trail over her once more before she responded.
“Gwiboon,” she said, offering a hint of a smile.
“You’re…alone?” Minjung asked then immediately regretted it. That either sounded like a bad pick-up line or an insult. Fortunately the other girl didn’t seem offended.
“Yeah, I suppose so,” she laughed, “I wanted to get my friend to come with me, but she claimed that she didn’t have anything nice enough to wear. And, quite frankly, I don’t want to be chatting with the people I work with on a Friday night so…”
“Yeah, I hate these things,” Minjung agreed, making a mental notes that Gwiboon was gorgeous when she laughed, “But my boss seems to think it’s important so here I am. But at least I got my roommate to come with me.”
“Where’s your roommate now?” Gwiboon asked, cocking her head to the side and smiling with amusement. Minjung felt a jolt go through her system at the simple gesture as she scanned the room for Junghee.
“Oh god,” she groaned, spotting the other girl across the banquet hall, “That’s her.”
“The one…practically feeling up that guy over there,” she sighed, feeling the urge to crawl under the table though she knew that she wasn’t responsible for her friend’s actions.
“Oh yeah,” Gwiboon nodded, chuckling, “Not surprising though. Siwon seems to always have something female attached to him at all times. They just…flock to him or something.”
Siwon,” Minjung mused, looking over the man her friend was hanging off of. She had to admit it: he was handsome.
“I take it you’ve heard of him already,” she laughed.
“Yeah, my friend has been gawking all night and then some girl who looks like she’s twelve came over and they started gushing together.”
“That’d be Taeyeon,” Gwiboon laughed again, “She’s still in college- an intern. And she’s been following Siwon like a puppy since she started here. I hate to sound like an insensitive bitch, but it’s kind of entertaining to watch.”
“So you don’t feel the need to follow him around?” Minjung asked, fully aware of how transparent she was being.
“God no,” Gwiboon answered, looking halfway between scandalized and amused.
“How come?” Minjung pressed, chuckling slightly over the other’s reaction to her previous question.
“Probably the same reason you’re sitting at my table,” she said without missing a beat, her chin resting in her hand and one of her perfectly shaped brows raised. Minjung felt like her heart stopped for a moment. She knew she was being kind of obvious, but she certainly hadn’t expected an answer like that.
With that, Gwiboon rose from the table, picking up her champagne colored clutch from the tabletop.
“W-where are you going?” Minjung inquired nervously, wondering how she’d managed to mess this up so quickly.
“I’m sick of being here,” Gwiboon said casually, “I want to leave.”
Minjung nodded, feeling her stomach drop. Junghee was going to shit herself laughing over this. But why was Gwiboon still staring at her?
“Aren’t you coming?” she asked impatiently.
,” Minjung blushed, standing up as quickly as she could without knocking her chair over. Gwiboon smirked in amusement.
“What about your friend?”
“She’ll…she’ll be fine,” Minjung decided, watching her grasp onto Siwon’s arm and almost double over in laughter over something he said. She was busy. Besides, if she heard that Minjung fucked up an opportunity like this for her benefit, she’d have her head.
So, without further ado, she followed Gwiboon out the door and into the evening, wondering how the hell she’d managed this. And she refused to give Junghee’s styling any credit whatsoever.