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It starts off with some coffee.

Although the website Chaeyoung tries to order from fortunately does have shipping options to korea, The automated translation makes it difficult for her to understand the guidelines. She can grasp the gist of it, sure, but it's still not clear enough for her to be certain.

It's frustrating. purchasing things online is always a hassle when it comes to bypassing the security measures for their dorm; international shipping is just an entire other complicated mess.

Which is why when Mina pops her head in through her door after a few knocks, greeting her with a cheerful "You called?" Chaeyoung exhales in relief, beckoning her in. The elder girl bounds over, gently pressing down on Chaeyoung's shoulders when she tries to rise from her seat. Reluctantly, Chaeyoung settles back in.

"What's the problem?" Mina asks, already scanning Chaeyoung's laptop from over her shoulder.

Her breath tickles the back of Chaeyoung's neck, causing a little shiver to tingle across her skin. Chaeyoung distractedly moves her cursor around on screen. "The korean translation isn't the best on this site. i'm uncertain about what's required for international shipping," She explains.

"Zooc collection," Mina reads curiously, watching Chaeyoung scroll back up to her order. "I remember you mentioning this the other day. it's for Tzuyu, right?"

Of course Mina would remember, even when Chaeyoung was mumbling half-deliriously from lack of sleep and they were all ready to crash at the end of their schedule. She gives a little nod, and Mina hums in reply, Offering to translate for her. Chaeyoung easily relinquishes the mouse over, And soon Mina is reading to herself in english before converting it to korean outloud.

She valiantly manages to pay attention to the first few bits Mina translates to her, the elder girl doing her best to be careful and thorough in ensuring what the website says is exactly conveyed. but eventually, The low murmur of her english grows into an inadvertent distraction, and Chaeyoung finds herself zoning in on the way Mina's voice sounds, soft and low behind the shell of her ear.

Her cadence varies in a way that Chaeyoung doesn't get to hear when she speaks in korean, With stresses placed on certain syllables throughout her sentences to create a pleasant, alluring rhythm. The gentle rise and fall of her voice, the soft-spoken words, the way Mina strings words together easily off her tongue—it all brings an involuntary flush to Chaeyoung's cheeks.

Something stirs inside of her chest, like a flicker of heat.

A warm hand lands on her shoulder, snapping Chaeyoung back to attention. "Chaeng?," Mina repeats, and the blush on Chaeyoung's cheeks only worsens with the way the nickname is breathed out behind her ear, still in that low timbre. "I said i was gonna call oppa to ask about the shipping options before we place the order. that's okay, right?"

"Yes, that's fine," Chaeyoung exhales after a moment to gather her thoughts. On autopilot, she grabs her phone from beside her and wordlessly hands it to Mina, Who lets go of the computer mouse to unlock it with her finger.

It's quiet for a few beats as they both listen to the ringback tone, and Chaeyoung takes the time to pull Mina's hand from her shoulder, gently cradling it in her lap. She feels Mina stumble forward a step in accommodation, until she's pressed against the back of Chaeyoung's chair, But there's no word of complaint from her. a moment later, their manager picks up the phone.

Mina answers with an amiable "Oppa, hi" that Chaeyoung listens to while absentmindedly running her thumb over the back of Mina's hand. Although Mina's korean has naturally improved over the years Chaeyoung has known her, the traces of her accent still lingers in her pronunciation. The way some words shaped by her lips come out just the slightest bit rougher from the standard.

During any other occasion, Chaeyoung would find it incredibly endearing. But with the elder girl hovering just a hair's breadth away behind her, Speaking in a lower register than the one she usually presents before cameras, Chaeyoung has to resist the urge to squirm in her seat. Mina's korean—modulated, easy, just the slightest bit husky—is far too captivating like this, Like the way she can sing a crowd into stunned silence.

"All right, thanks for your help, oppa," Mina says, the sincerity clear in her voice. The response she receives causes her to chuckle, deep and warm, and the sound vibrates through every knob of Chaeyoung's spine. "Sure, as long as you don't tell Tzuyu. okay. get home safely, oppa, bye!"

Mina hangs up then, returning Chaeyoung's phone back to its place on the desk. She moves around until she's standing beside Chaeyoung, looks down at her with a genial smile. "We're good to go, Chaeng, oppa said we can place the order to the usual address, and then he'll pick it up and bring it over here once everything's checked out. I think he was pouting cause he wanted to order some too," Mina laughs. "I told him he could order some himself—as long as Tzuyu doesn't find out, of course. The rest of the staff will probably be stockpiling loads of it eventually though, i'm sure."

"That's good," Chaeyoung manages, returning her smile with as much gratitude as she can muster. "Thank you, Minari, let's place the order right now then."

But Mina doesn't move. She gives Chaeyoung a long look, One with an unknown intensity that makes Chaeyoung swallow heavily. When Mina opens her mouth, She says something in english that Chaeyoung only half understands. "Do i—why do i look like what?" She stutters.

A squeak of surprise leaves her when Mina pulls her chair out, and a moment later she has a lap full of Mina as the elders girl's weight settles over her thighs. "Flustered," Mina says in korean, looping her arms around Chaeyoung's neck. "Why do you look so flustered, Chaeng?."

Heat reflexively burns across her cheeks. Her heart pounds rapidly against her ribs as she feels Mina playing with the hairs on her nape, and Chaeyoung has to struggle through the buzz in her head to come up with a reply. "Y-your voice . . . it's very nice," She eventually mumbles.

She hears Mina hum in reply, and a blush creeps up her chest as Mina presses up against her. Lips ghost along her neck, leaving a prickling sensation in their wake.

"Is this okay?" she asks at last, and at Chaeyoung's breathy affirmation, exhales hotly against her ear. Chaeyoung shudders, just barely manages to catch Mina's next question. "What's so nice about it, Chae?"

The room feels too hot all of a sudden, especially with the way Mina begins to press heated kisses to her skin. At the graze of teeth along the sensitive area beneath her jaw, Chaeyoung fails to bite back a little whimper; she can practically feel Mina's knowing smile.

"Chaeng," Mina prompts again, and Chaeyoung lets loose an unsteady groan at the huskiness of her voice, Head lolling back and eyes slipping shut as Mina's nose nudges against her throat.

"The way you speak english is—different from korean. A different rhythm. And—the—your lower voice. lower register," It's the most Chaeyoung can gasp out before hands are sliding up her hoodie, tracing paths of fire along her ribs until they reach her breasts. She keens, her grip around Mina's waist tightening, as her nipples are grasped between lithe fingers, as they're gently squeezed and tugged at. "M-Mina-" she whimpers desperately.

"Do you like it when i speak english?" Mina teases lightly, switching away from korean, and Chaeyoung breath stutters at the whispered, foreign words, Her chest heaving between the hands that cradle her. It takes all of her to understand what Mina says, distracted by the way the elder girl nuzzles behind her ear, Her voice a soft purr that raises the hairs along the back of Chaeyoung's neck. "Should i speak english to you right now?"

There's no adequate response in Chaeyoung's mind; so overwhelmed she is by Mina's closeness, her fingers pressing and kneading against her, the vibrations of her voice between teeth and tongue.

Mina seems to understand, going off by the sounds of Chaeyoung's soft gasps and moans. "You're so cute, Chae," She hears Mina murmur, english mixed in with the nickname, a combination spoken in a silky tone that leaves Chaeyoung breathless, her every nerve aflame. "So weak for my voice, for me."

Her hand trails down the trembling plane of Chaeyoung's stomach, slips with ease below the waistband of her sweats and underwear. The dampness she finds causes a little smile to form on her lips, Which grows as Chaeyoung bucks into her hand with a mewl. "So wet," Mina sighs, and Chaeyoung's vision positively waters at the pleasure that shoots up her spine.

Pinned beneath Mina's weight against the chair, She can only thrust her hips and spread her thighs so much, And Mina takes advantage of her position to teasingly take her time, fingers stroking her folds, circling her clit, making Chaeyoung shudder and whine. Her cheeks burn as Mina whispers heated words into her ear with every brush of her hand, her pitch kept at a low drawl. The syllables threaded through her voice are both harsh and soft in a language Chaeyoung can only partially comprehend.

"You feel so good against me," is what Mina coos when fingers sink into her, Chaeyoung letting out a stuttered groan as she's abruptly filled. They reach deep inside her, thrusting and curling, sending sparks flying off behind her eyelids. More words spill into her ear, causing her neck to heat up at the clearly erotic tone they take on.

"K-korean," Chaeyoung pants, begging, spine arching off the back of her chair.

Mina chuckles, deep and echoing in the back of her throat. "You're so tight around my fingers, Chaeng," She croons in Chaeyoung's native language, and Chaeyoung whines at the way her nickname rolls off Mina's tongue, at the way Mina pumps her hand steadily against her. "So desperate and aching, clenched down all around me. fucking down onto my fingers. Are you gonna cum soon, baby?"

The words are filthy, made even more obscene in the language they sing love songs and ballads in, But it only makes the heat churn further in her stomach, every muscle tensing on the brink of release. She keens, nails digging into Mina's sides as she nods frantically. "P-please," she whimpers, hips rocking forward.

Mina crooks her fingers, thumbs down against her clit, hums a throaty, rumbling sound. "Let go then," she whispers gently, and then Chaeyoung is unravelling with a cry against her, vision a flash of pure white.

When she comes down, skin still tingling in aftershock, she feels fingers tenderly smoothing her hair back as Chaeyoung pants into Mina's shoulder. It takes a few moments for Chaeyoung to muster the energy to open her eyes, And once she does, all she can do is laugh breathily against her. "Mina," she mumbles. "I have a voice kink."

The hand in her hair pauses for a moment before Mina chuckles, resuming her careful combing. "I figured so, yeah," She agrees, and then carefully pulls her hand out from between Chaeyoung's thighs, murmuring a soft apology at the little groan she receives. "It's kinda funny, given that you're a rapper."

Chaeyoung gives her side a little pinch, nuzzling into Mina's arms contentedly. "You're a singer" she huffs into her shoulder. "It makes more sense if you're the cause of this with that voice of yours."

Mina just smiles.