everyone who follows me: wow i wonder if bogus will be coming back with quality content soon

me, bursting in with this horny on the main bullshit: haha think again, nerds

to be fair, i wrote this in a day. i plan to make it maybe... three chapters? four? we'll see. y'all know i can't exactly follow through with [stares at hands] anything. plus this fandom is lowkey dead but i go where the Gumiku takes me. on that note, technically, this should probably be rated M but no one's actually doing anything in explicit detail, so: reader discretion is advised! proceed with caution, and most importantly, enjoy! thank you for even considering to indulge in my garbage.

rated T for swearing, references to sexual behavior and gals being pals. what's better than this?

edited 7/22/18.

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cave the low

i. the less he knows the better

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Define it like this: just a fun, quick fuck with a girl she hardly knows whose lipstick Miku can still taste six hours after kissing her.

Honestly. That's all it is and all it really ought to be. Kind of.

Because at least Miku thinks it's not too weird a thought, save it is — just a little bit — when she considers the fact this girl is her brother's best friend is... yeah: a little fucked up. That's why she's just stopped considering it. Stopped letting it be real and dashed herself to ignorance over the whole thing. It would be easier to play dumb if she wasn't so goddamned smart, but — well. Whatever. She's never been able to say Len is the most attentive person in the world; in fact, admittedly, she's half-convinced she could screw Gumi in his bedroom while he was there and he wouldn't even bat an eye.

Not that she'd do that. Ever. (But it's right of her to doubt his ability to be perceptive. Seriously. He's such a dumbass it makes her wonder how they're related at all.)

Regardless, the thing that sucks with messing around with Gumi in the background is that Miku knows next to nothing about her, whereas Gumi knows a disgusting amount about Miku. Miku guesses they have Len to blame for this; he can blab about how annoying his sister is for six years to his best friend, but he can't say a word about any of his friends to his sister in sixteen? Okay, dude. Sure.

Miku sees Gumi constantly, too, which makes her frustration (and intrigue) on the debacle run deeper, redder. The girl practically lives with them every other weekend or so, comes over after school to raid their food pantry and scream bloody murder at the TV in Len's room over Fortnite. She drags him out of his room at ungodly hours in the middle of the night to — to God only knows what. They probably host bacchanals and chant ancient Greek proverbs to some spiritual deer deity. Or maybe they just get drunk.

Either way, Gumi and Len are close. Miku is fully aware of their closeness, of Len's attachment to her, so it confuses Miku as to why she knows so little about a girl cherished and adored by their family. By Len — her brother. One of the most important people to her in the world.

Part of her wonders if Len fails to tell her these things because he envies her. That's not an assumption on her part, the jealousy line; she knows he's jealous of her. He's told her how awful it is to walk adrift in the lonely canopy of her shadow, and how awkward it feels to have people brush over him just to talk to or about her, how miserable it gets when family reunions come along and he's the least interesting kid there, a pesky to fly to the pleasant buzzing bumblebee his sister has become.

She wanted to hold him, then, and cry and beg him to take her place: the life of high expectation has never been an easy one to follow. It's been harder since she's realized she was a lesbian. Since she's begun the agony of keeping it withdrawn, to herself, unable to confess the largest truth of her life that could shake — topple — ruin everything.

And now look at her! Look! She's fucking her brother's best friend, the only thing of his that had really, truly been his. She's taken that from him, too.

She fears she's going to take, and take, and take until there's nothing left for him. She fears this; she has no desire to hurt him, and yet... She can't feel guilty over what she does in and with Gumi because it's good. It is. And it's nice.

She's standing at the crossroads unable to decide what her best course of action is. Playing dumb isn't a get-out-of-jail-free card; eventually she's going to have to give in. Drop the truth at her brother's knees. If she loses his love, his respect, she'll earn that; she'll deserve it. Because for all of this, she must be a horrible person, and a worse sister, hardly worthy of his love or his respect when she insists on delving inexorably into an act she understands well enough is wrong.

Wrong because of the consequence, she's learned, and not the content.

At her mirror, examining the splotches of purple bruises staining the white palette of her collarbone, she hears her phone go off in a clamor around her bed. She turns and yanks it off her covers, unlocking the screen, smiling with a bizarre fondness at what she sees.

Gumi: wanna get sum food 2nite? ;)
Miku: Is this a formal booty call?
Miku: Because we've never Gone Out(™) somewhere together, you know.
Gumi: :( whaaaaat. i'm not allowed to invite a beautiful girl out to dinner?

This makes her blush. She wants to die.

Miku: You put a winky face, dude.
Gumi: it expresses my mood in a VALID way!
Gumi: miku pweaaaaaase, don't leave me on Dude
Miku: We'll see.
Gumi: say YES! it will be funnnn
Gumi: wanna get sushi? O:

She's halfway through answering with something grossly ridiculous about how the last time she ate sushi it was bad sushi, and she could use a sushi-redeeming excursion, when her door bursts open and Len strides in.

For some reason, she flushes like she's just been caught in the middle of jerking off right out in the open of her bedroom, and she throws her phone at her feet as if it's a fucking dildo she doesn't want him seeing. "Hey," she says, her voice squeaky with embarrassment (read: guilt).

"Yo," says Len, ever the oblivious. He grins devilishly at her. "You doing anything later?"

"How much later?"

"A few hours. Early evening, the usual."

She inwardly curses. Crosses her arms. "No," she says, "I don't think so. Why?"

"Because…" Len says, and stops, pausing so he can procure a sexy wad of cash from his back pocket, "A boy got paid! I wanted to go to the arcade and blow it on games and prizes."

"All of it?" Miku gawks; it's a lot of money. An absolutely sexy wad of cash.

"Sure, y'know, some of it on games, some of it on food, whatever. The usual." Len waves the cash in front of her face, trying to tempt her. There's a glint in the blue of his eyes she hasn't seen in what could possibly be forever. "C'mon," he urges, "you in or not?"

Jesus, she thinks. The fucking timing. "Of course I'm in," she scoffs, reaching aside to swat away his hand and flick his forehead. He sticks his tongue out, nose wrinkling. She barks a laugh. "Who do you think I am, nitwit?"

"Someone lame."

"Ouch. That strikes deep, brotha."

Then the opportunity hits a beat later, dripping trepidation off her skin, her nerves, her tongue. An instant passes, and to her horror she's blurting once it's over: "We should invite Gumi to come with us."

The glint in his eyes dissolves to something dangerous for a second, just fraction of one, before it grows cool again, excited. He musses his long, blonde hair lazily, a matter of practiced nonchalance (totally feigned), and asks, "Why the hell would we do that?"

"She's your best friend," Miku says, "and I barely know her."

"You want to?" Len seems genuinely confused by this; he waves his hand, scrunches a brow, both to mimic, What the fuck, buddy? "Since when?"

"Just... Recently."

"Uh-huh."

"I'm serious! Abrupt curiosity, you know?"

He's scrutinizing her with cautious, malicious intent, like a K9 dog in a fitted police vest snuffing out a drug dealer for traces of crack cocaine, except this is a tousled, profusely confused boy snuffing out his sister, trying to determine whether: a.) she's fucking his best friend or b.) just being weird. Fortunately for Miku, the latter is a lot more likely an answer than the former, and Len gives a defeated sigh, rolling back his shoulders. "Fine," he groans. "But I'm not gonna like it. And now you've gotta bring your own money, 'cause I'll have to pay for Gumi." The look he shoots her says, See what you get for trying to steal my best friend? Pay, bitch, pay.

"That's fine," Miku says. She raises her palms in mock surrender, to satiate his mood. "I could spot her, if you wanted me to—"

"Nope," Len replies tersely, already wheeling around on his heel to flee the room. He tucks himself behind the door outside and points an accusatory finger at her before he closes it, calling, "Be ready by six!" as the door slams shut at his back.

Miku blinks. This is... Huh.

She crouches to pick up her phone, and sees a missed text notification from Gumi.

Gumi: wow what prejudice do you have against sushi?
Miku: Sorry! Got distracted.
Miku: A mild one, btw. First/last time I had sushi was a terrifying experience! Though I think it deserves a redemption arc :)
Gumi: owo so that IS a yes?
Miku: Kinda sorta. Just wait a few.

Setting her phone aside, she moves to her closet and rifles vigorously through it for something nice to change into. Her habitual style is colors that pop and scream and meld with a particular, peculiar charm together into one another; blues stack on top of reds and the greens are stuffed against the purples, she has oranges and greys piled up on the rack and blacks and yellows jammed into boxes. Most of these clothes she's owned, embarrassingly enough, since she was, like, twelve, but she hasn't grown much since then (she's a stubborn 5'5", but it's no worse than Len who's 5'3" and showing few signs of further growth). All of her old clothes she keeps because she can. They fit.

Even if some are... horrifically ugly.

But she's going to look like a snack for Gumi. She just is. She can't say she's trying to get eaten out in a dingy arcade, but the fantasy is vaguely hot, and as she's perusing through a section of her drawer overflowing to the brim with shorts, she feels her face get hot and she's — yep, this is it: this is the end. Who the fuck caves the low so hard as to think getting rawed in an arcade is hot?

Her phone buzzes. Miku puts a few pairs of shorts on her bureau to come back for (she has a shirt that may look nice with the pink pair) and unlocks her screen.

A laugh bubbles out of her so hard she almost pees.

Gumi: oh? YOU ARE MOTHERFUCKER?
Gumi: i'm like rtkdjhkaskhm your brother is too much, he fuckinfng
Gumi: he texted, "my sister wants you to go to the arcade with us. say no"
Gumi: me, a stupid bitch; "what was that? YES? oh fucking worm?"
Gumi: THIS IS FO UNNYU
Miku: Jesus Christ, man, calm your fingers.
Gumi: how am i supposed to do that when im gonna see u so soon ;)
Miku: So it WAS a booty call!
Gumi: FUCK. EXPOSED

Miku clasps a hand to her mouth to suppress her smile and the rapid-fire storm of her heart, while she's at it, pumping buckets of red paint against her ribcage. This is bad. This is so, so bad.

But this is what she can do for herself right now. This is what she wants for herself. This girl. Somehow.

Miku: What're you wearing?
Gumi: smth sec-see
Miku: Coolio.
Miku: ;)

So, define it like this, then: it's a series of hot, dirty fucks with a girl she's known for six years who she's realized she doesn't actually know at all, and for every stray touch, every indulgent kiss, every whispered name, she's betraying her brother. His trust. His respect. His love.

Define it like this: Miku's got it bad, and it's going to be the death of her.

Well. There's no turning back now.


coughs, HEY. it's Pride Month, and as the bisexual icon i am, i had to post something Gay. god only knows where i got this idea? i just like Miku being a lesbian, and Miku/Len sibling dynamics, and a heaping of Gumiku on top, i'm sorry. leave a fav and a review if you so please! would be much appreciated. thanks, and i'll update uhhhhhhh

eventually? yes. (also Gumi is a texting god and you all know it, rest in pieces)