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Jimin was tired. They had just come back from a schedule and it was past midnight. But Minjeong had suggested a Instagram live to surprise their fans, “because we look so pretty.” Jimin couldn’t say no, although Aeri and Yizhuo had opted out, retiring to their respective rooms.
So here they were, sitting against the wall in the living room, with a plastic box of fruit on the table by the iPad.
“Hey, guess my favorite fruit.” Jimin challenged Minjeong. She was pretty sure the latter already knew her favorites.
“Umm…” Minjeong trailed off, looking around for inspiration. “Strawberry?”
When Jimin’s expression didn’t change, she grinned and said, “Watermelon,” and Jimin tried to hide her smile.
Minjeong reached toward the table and picked up her strawberry-flavored yogurt cup. She chose a strawberry from the plastic box and balanced it on her yogurt spoon, then lifted it up proudly so the camera could see it.
Jimin knew what would happen next, and she wasn’t wrong. Minjeong dropped it.
As the strawberry rolled from her lap to the floor, Minjeong let out a dramatic scream, sounding like she was warming up her voice in the recording studio. “Where is my strawberry—oh my ghaaad-“
“Hey hey hey. Stop.” Jimin reached behind the camera for the tissue box and handed a couple to Minjeong. She took them and started cleaning up the mess she had made.
“Now you’ve wasted a strawberry. And it’s late, we have to be quiet.” Jimin scolded her, but without much bite behind it. Minjeong’s childish clumsy nature was pretty adorable.
“I know, but…” Minjeong’s voice was soft, so different from the scream she had let out seconds earlier. It was so interesting how Minjeong had so many sides to her. There was the professional tryhard in the music studio, the girl who would eat literally any snacks she found lying around, the loser who sat with her leg up at the table (where Jimin would watch her out of the corner of her eye while playing Gardenscapes), and so much more. And this. Clingy Minjeong with the baby voice, who would snuggle up against her at any given time. That was arguably her favorite Minjeong.
“…you don’t even like strawberries anyway.” Minjeong’s counter brought Jimin back to the present. She smiled, choosing not to reply, because she did have a point.
As Minjeong launched into a chatter about something to the camera, Jimin just let herself drift away, relishing the moment with her best-friend-slash-bandmate-slash-crush sitting right next to her. Subconsciously, her eyes drifted to Minjeong’s lips and she bit her own, imagining what she had envisioned a hundred times before. A quick glance at the iPad told her she was in full view of the camera, but she couldn’t care enough to look away from Minjeong’s lips, even though the count on the screen was hitting thirty thousand viewers.
Minjeong kept babbling to the camera, so either she didn’t know or she didn’t care that her best friend was staring very obviously at her lips. That was the problem. No matter how many hints Jimin dropped, even staring directly at Minjeong’s lips on camera multiple times, Minjeong would be oblivious, acting like nothing was out of the ordinary. It frustrated Jimin.
When Minjeong stopped to take a breath, Jimin cut in, “Hey, it’s getting quite late.” Because she couldn’t stand it anymore, just sitting there and doing nothing, and trying to initiate anything with the camera on was a death sentence.
The younger pouted for a second, making Jimin’s heart skip a beat, but she nodded. “Yeah, we’re gonna end it here,” she addressed the camera.
They wrapped it up, waving and saying the appropriate goodbyes, then struggling to turn off the live while Jimin covered the lens with a palm because they were still unaccustomed to using Instagram lives.
When the camera had finally been disconnected, Minjeong leaned back against the wall, then said, “Well, I guess we should go wash up.”
“Mmm.” Jimin pretended to be busy cleaning up the plastic boxes and forks.
Minjeong started to get up from the floor, but Jimin blurted out, “W-wait.”
She turned around. “Yeah?”
Jimin was frozen, because she had not planned to go this far, but at the same time she had a craving to go further.
She had no idea what to say, so she just dropped her eyes to Minjeong’s lips, and pressed her own together, being the most obvious she had ever been in her life without actually saying anything aloud.
Minjeong finally seemed to be aware of the tension crackling in the air. Her tongue flicked out to wet her lips, and that was the last straw for Jimin. She surged forward and crashed their lips together.
Under her, Minjeong seemed to be stunned, but then Jimin felt her reciprocating, which made her heart speed up even more than it already was.
Minjeong tasted like strawberries. And Jimin loved it. She tilted her head, deepening the kiss, relishing the taste on her tongue.
She impulsively licked at Minjeong’s lower lip, asking for permission, and was delighted when Minjeong allowed her access, wasting no time in exploring uncharted territory.
As she sucked on Minjeong’s lip, the latter yelped into the kiss, and Jimin felt something snap inside her. She pushed forward, pinning Minjeong against the wall and kissing her harder, deeper, wanting all of her.
Minjeong’s muffled noises of pleasure were fanning the flames inside her, and she welcomed the feeling. She didn’t want to stop, ever, but she was running out of air, so she reluctantly pulled away, taking in the sight under her.
Minjeong was panting, her eyes unfocused, her lips bruised.
And in that moment, reality crashed down on her, and Jimin realized what she had done. She had kissed her best friend. Her bandmate. Who had a crush on Harry Styles, so she most definitely wasn’t interested in her. And even if she was, that would open up a whole new can of worms with the company and the general public. The only thing she had done right was that nothing had been caught on camera.
She stumbled over her words, subconsciously putting space between herself and Minjeong. “I… I’m sorry-“
Minjeong blinked. Her eyes cleared. Then she said something Jimin had not considered. “Get back over here.” In a low voice Jimin had never heard from her before.
She gaped at the younger girl, who ended up scooting over to her instead, then throwing her arms around Jimin’s neck and kissing her again.
This was definitely not on Jimin’s list of possible scenarios.
When Minjeong pulled away again, they just stared at each other, faces flushed and panting.
Minjeong was the first to speak, with the tiniest hint of a smirk. “What took you so long?”
And Jimin was too stunned to reply.