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Jimin walked around, holding a camera in hand while recording an unaware Minjeong who was rummaging through her bag, sitting on the grass field in search of something but when Jimin's footsteps got closer, she looked up and frowned playfully.
"Stop it," she tried to hold back a smile, reaching out her non-occupied hand to cover the camera lens.
Small waves of laughter were exchanged between the two girls as Jimin didn't stop and moved around so Minjeong couldn't cover up the recording and make her accept that she was filming her. There was quite literally nothing she could do about it that'd make Jimin stop anytime soon.
Each blade of grass looked shiny and slightly dewy under the moonlight's silvery glow, enhancing the calming and serene atmosphere of the grass field as the two high schoolers found it a place to lounge about for their night, still in their school uniforms from that evening.
Minjeong took out a few sparklers from her bag, having agreed with her best friend a day beforehand to equip those for their next hangout session which was right now since she was complaining about how her dad bought too many and Jimin loved playing with those kinds of fireworks.
"Don't tell me you forgot to bring a lighter," Jimin muses as she finally stops filming, sitting beside Minjeong and taking a sparkler so each of them would have one.
"No, I have it in my pocket right here," Minjeong takes it out and hands it over to the other girl. "Give me that, I'll film the fireworks," Minjeong offers, referring to the camera.
Grabbing the lighter, she set up hers and the sparkler Minjeong was holding on fire and waited for them to sparkle. Minjeong on the other hand was keeping the camera rolling, saving every bit of this new moment.
"They look like stars," Jimin comments, a small smile appearing on her face, "I wish this would last forever and never fade." She looked over to Minjeong, a different smile covering her face. It was almost as if she was trying to convey something more than just fireworks.
Choosing to ignore the undertones of that sentence, Minjeong nodded as a way of silently agreeing as she reverted her attention to the fireworks, already almost fading. She tried to grab another sparkler in her bag for Jimin but she was hit by a sudden question.
"You'll stay here next to me too, right?" She asks, a hint of uncertainty and content in her tone.
Minjeong's breath hitched, "Of course... Why would you ask that?" She studied Jimin's face, trying to find something, anything, that could give her an answer to what she meant but Jimin only smiled, and a small chuckle escaped from her lips as she looked down bashfully. Alas, there was no answer.
Jimin looked at Minjeong as if she should've already known why and rather than questioning one more time, Minjeong brushed over some of Jimin's hair to get a better look at her face. They both smiled at each other, each smile meaning something similar.
Her alarm goes off, waking Jimin from her dream of a distant yet vivid memory. A bedroom, supposedly giving off a mundane and domestic atmosphere felt empty despite the obvious presence of a familiar man, sleeping soundly next to her.
She ran her fingers over her fair, slicking them back as she sluggishly sat up, staring at the man with mixed feelings. She knows something didn't feel right but she couldn't do anything about it, she asked for this kind of life after all. Whether she liked this or not, that's a different story.
Reaching over to the bedstand next to the mattress laid out on the floor, she checks the time and looks at the card on it. She lets out a long sigh, bracing herself for what awaits her later that day.
The pathway stretched out before Jimin, a patchwork of tall grasses swaying gently in the breeze. Amidst the sea of green, a distinct color sticks out, small groups of tiny white flowers sprawled out everywhere creating a picturesque scene of untamed beauty.
A few big trees lined up by nature along the way, giving shade from the late afternoon sun. The uneven landscape and lack of people show how much of a secluded area that place was, even for a rural area, the place didn't have much population going on.
She knows the pathway all too well, it holds too many memories from her teenagehood for her to forget no matter how much she wanted to leave it all behind and start over with a new life. Her phone starts ringing as she makes her way through, trying to get to her destination.
"Umm, I'm not in Seoul right now," she picked the call up, it was the said familiar man from before. He was asking about her whereabouts. "I'm going somewhere for a while," she replies, "just to meet a friend." 'Friend' she didn't like the way that word rolled on the tongue.
"She was a very close friend of mine," emphasis on the word 'was'. "We were very close, I'm telling you," she explains again as the man questioned which friend she was talking about, "You don't know all my friends, right?"
That is true because your significant other couldn't possibly know every person you have ever talked to, otherwise, that would be a bit odd. Jimin held onto her big purse, the other hand holding the phone to her ear, "No reason... she just came across my mind."
The last sentence she said, however, was a lie. Technically, it is the truth but there's more to the picture than she's showing, and like always, half a truth is a full lie right off the bat. He proceeded to tell Jimin to take care while she was there and to have fun.
Jimin hung up and carried on with her path.
In another space around the same area, shelves stacked with rows of meticulously crafted pottery pieces, each patiently awaiting their turn in the kiln's fiery embrace. They are marked with labels indicating firing schedules and temperatures, a testament to the careful planning and precision required to achieve the perfect glaze and finish.
Empty clay pots and containers sit nearby, ready to be filled with the ashes of burnt wood and other organic materials for the next firing. Tools for stoking the fire and monitoring temperature levels are not-so-neatly arranged, ready to spring into action at a moment's notice.
Despite the absence of flames, there is a palpable sense of anticipation in the air—a quiet reverence for the transformative power of fire and heat, and the role they play in the alchemy of pottery-making. Even in repose, the firing area exudes some type of air.
Minjong inspected the ceramics which had cooled down from the firing a few days ago, humming in delight when there weren't any cracks, chips, or other damages taken during the firing process as she carefully placed them all on a tray and brought them to a different area for cleaning.
Her hair was tied in a half-up, half-down fashion, with wisps of loose strands framing her face, adding a touch of casual elegance to her appearance. The well-worn beige apron cinched snugly around her waist, served as a shield against the inevitable splatters of clay.
She sets down the tray on one of the makeshift wooden tables outside of the pottery workshop, moving the ceramic bowls and plates out of the tray, and letting them stay under the dimming sunlight of the late evening sun. She heard faint footsteps coming from her right.
On instinct, she turned around, locking eyes with someone she hadn't seen in a very long while, someone whom she thought she'd never meet again; Yu Jimin.
Rows of long tables and benches are sorted out neatly throughout the interior, a typical pottery workshop that students from the nearby school and young adults come by to fill up their time and gain an exciting experience during holidays.
Jimin took a seat on one of the many benches, specifically the one in front of an electrical fan so she could cool herself off from her walk. She pushed her locks of hair back, allowing the artificial wind to blow against her neck area, offering a moment of replenishment.
She closes her eyes, leaning back slightly. Minjeong walks up next to her, both her hands occupied with a mug each. She looks over to Jimin, observing the other woman's face. Her exposed neck gave Minjeong a clear view of a necklace that she had around her neck.
The same necklace Minjeong had been wearing around her neck for years, her lips pressed into a small smile. In a way, she's glad Jimin was still wearing it for years after all that happened between them but she's also not expecting much.
Minjeong reaches out her right hand, offering the drink to Jimin, putting on the best smile she could come up with. Jimin mirrored her smile and held the mug with both hands, "Thank you."
Jimin held up the mug to her lips as Minjeong took a step back, setting a distance between them and fighting back against the lump in her throat, "What," she hesitated, "brings you here?"
"Ah," she tries to come up with an explanation, a fake one which she's sure Minjeong could know just by her tone, "I was just nearby, I thought of you and came," she pretended to act as if this was merely a simple reunion between two old friends from school but the way her smile faltered after that sentence says otherwise.
The tension in the air felt suffocating, saying that it felt hard to breathe was exaggerating but saying it was anything less didn't sit right either. Minjeong takes a deep breath, choosing to ignore Jimin's blatant lie, and sips her drink.
"But, why are you still here?" Jimin asked in a bright tone, trying to ease out the palpable atmosphere around them, "You hated it when we were younger," she continued with her small talk.
Minjeong fiddled with her mug, head down, "No reason," she looked up at Jimin, "I just thought this place fits me just right."
Seeing as both women didn't know what else to say, Minjeong walked away and set her cup down, continuing with her previous work. She mixed the muddy liquid so that it was evenly thick, glancing over to Jimin who stood up and looked around.
Different kinds of ceramics are neatly placed in their own small space on the plethora of triangular and square-shaped shelves on the workshop's walls. Jimin marveled upon them, each having their own distinctive feature despite being the same objects.
"You made all of this?" She asked in a 'not expecting an answer' manner. "Wow... how did you make all this?" she whispered to herself, eagerly checking everything she could get her hands on. "This one is very peculiar," she motioned to a bowl she picked up from the shelves.
Something caught her eyes, a cute plate. She inspected it and instantly fell in love, she thought for a while before speaking, "Minjeong-ah!" effectively gaining Minjeong's attention. "I want to make this," she holds up the plate, "Will you let me make it?" hope, visible in her eyes.
Minjeong sighed, it's not like she had a reason to deny her that so she stopped working and set up the throwing wheel for Jimin, centering the clay and getting it ready for a beginner like she usually does on days the workshop opens, adding the right amount of speed to the wheel so it'll be easier.
She dips both her hands in a basin of water and cones the clay using the pressure on her palms, adding a little bit more water to the clay when it gets too sticky or when the wheel head gets hot, ensuring a zero-heat and smooth texture.
Jimin sits on a wooden stool chair, diagonally from Minjeong, watching her use the throwing wheel like a professional. It made her wonder when Minjeong got used to this and when she started to find comfort in it instead of her for the time she wasn't there.
"Can you try holding this?" Minjeong asks, snapping Jimin out of her thoughts. She nods, reaching out her hands and cupping the clay with both her hands gingerly, getting herself used to the muddy feeling on her hands. Minjeong holds Jimin's hands, guiding them to shape the clay properly and guarantee that it won't turn out deformed.
Minjeong presses down on the center of the clay with her thumb, taking more water to make it nice and smooth while her other hand holds them in place. She presses deeper into the center and Jimin follows her movements, "Now try to slowly loosen it."
Following Minjeong's words, Jimin tries to loosen the edges and push out the sides but she takes her hands away before they can be shaped and stares at them, all muddied up. Minjeong, confused, glanced over, not taking her hands off from the clay.
"Things seem to have changed so much, yet not much has really changed," Jimin says out of nowhere as she holds out her hands as if there is something wrong with them, making Minjeong gasp and revert her attention to the task at hand.
"Um, now concentrate," she tried getting back on track, "We have to control the power and expand the mold slowly." Minjeong knew exactly what Jimin meant by that and having that conversation right now was risky considering they were still working with clay and all at the moment.
Jimin didn't say anything else after that, she could tell that Jimin didn't want to talk about it, she was just protecting herself and that was valid. She holds the clay once again with Minjeong's hands over hers, gently guiding her on loosening the wet clay.
She stares at Minjeong's hands and back to her face, smiling softly at the sight. She missed feeling like this, she missed Kim Minjeong.
Minjeong carefully sets her workbook aside on her desk, her fingers deftly navigating the buttons of her camera as she prepares to capture the moment. With a quiet click, she activates the recording function and rises from her seat, camera in hand.
Stepping away from her desk, she angles the camera towards the sleeping figure of her best friend, her unoccupied seat a silent witness to the scene unfolding. As Minjeong adjusts the camera settings, the lens zooms in on Jimin's serene face, the gentle rise and fall of her breath the only movement in the otherwise still classroom.
With precision, Minjeong ensures that Jimin remains the focal point of the shot, the background fading into a blur of muted hues under the late evening sun's soft glow. The beige color scheme lends an air of tranquility to the scene, each light shade seamlessly blending into the next, creating a serene backdrop for Jimin's peaceful slumber.
Minjeong's creative instincts kick in as she adjusts the camera angle, opting for a new perspective. With a mischievous grin, she positions herself in front of the mirror at the back of the classroom, her camera capturing Jimin's sleeping form through the reflective surface. Playfully, Minjeong experiments with the mirror's reflection, tilting the camera to catch Jimin's image from different angles.
She pretends to poke Jimin's head in the mirror, her movements fluid and precise as she manipulates the camera to create amusing visual effects. Having had her fill of playful antics, Minjeong returns to her seat beside Jimin, her camera still in hand. With a sense of calm determination, she leans in close to her friend, the lens of her camera trained on Jimin's peaceful face.
With each click of the record button, Minjeong captures Jimin in intimate detail, the camera focusing on every serene expression and gentle breath. The late evening sun casts a warm glow upon Jimin's features, highlighting the delicate contours of her face and lending an ethereal quality to the scene.
Minjeong's fingers deftly find the power button, silencing the camera with a gentle click. With a sense of satisfaction, she sets the device down on her desk, its presence a silent testament to the moments captured. Turning her attention to Jimin, who still slumbers peacefully beside her, Minjeong feels a wave of emotions wash over her, something she couldn't quite pinpoint yet.
Mimicking her friend's posture, she lays her head on the table, mirroring Jimin's sleeping form. She reaches out her hands slowly, placing them on top of Jimin's, her heart thumping loudly in her chest as a sense of nervousness washed over her.
Day by day, the strong feelings she had for her best friend which she tries to push down get harder to ignore but she thinks that's fine. She stares longingly at the latter, thousands of unspoken words and confessions stuck in her throat. Maybe one day she wouldn't have to keep them at bay, maybe one day she could say everything, but for now, this was enough for her.
The sounds of water running from the tap echoed throughout the bathroom as Minjeong scrubbed off the excess clay from earlier. What Jimin meant by what she said earlier was that even though a lot has changed, every time their hands touch, it's the same feeling all over again.
Minjeong paused for a minute to realize what she was thinking, staring at herself in the mirror. No, no, no, this can't be happening. She was fine, all this time, she just kept on going with her life, moving forward with no intention of looking back.
She didn't need Jimin to just appear out of nowhere and ruin all that for her.
When she got out of the bathroom, she saw Jimin trying to poke the bowl they just made with a wooden trimming object. "You shouldn't touch it!" Minejong speaks up, her voice goes up a few octaves higher to really get the point across on how serious it was to not touch it in that state.
Jimin, slightly startled by her tone, jerks her hand away from the bowl and turns around to find Minjeong, standing with a concerned expression on her face- concerned about the bowl, of course. Jimin sets the trimming tool down and stands up, "When will this be done?"
Minjeong went back to her original work, mixing up the muddy liquid to get the right amount of density, "It takes about a month," she answered. "You can't take it home today."
Jimin looked at the bowl and back at Minjeong, she walked up to her and sat at the bench next to her, observing how she carefully sank the fired ceramics into the big basin of muddy-looking substance and took it out slowly, "Is this the last thing to do?"
She stood up and offered Minjeong a smile as she walked over to the space across from Minjeong, "I can help you," she confidently said as she picked up an unglazed yet mug and dipped it whole in one swift move, making the liquid splash out a little and quickly pulls the mug back out, spilling some more liquid pooled in the mug to the basin.
Checking the mug, it was a mess. Jimin looked up to Minjeong with a 'please help' expression on her face. Minjeong let out a silent sigh, pressing her lips together, and put down the ceramic she was holding to walk over to Jimin's side.
"It's not done like that," Minjeong rolled up Jimin's sleeve, her other hand reaching for the mug Jimin was holding, putting her thumb over the rim of the mug and her index finger under the mug, sort of like she's cupping the mug, "You should hold it like this."
Jimin changed how she held the mug, mirroring Minjeong's hands which were over hers, gently guiding them to dip in it the muddy liquid by a scooping motion, going back and forth, "You should do it slowly, if you do it faster, the glaze won't spread evenly."
As the air pockets formed inside the mug bubbled up, Jimin found herself unable to focus with Minjeong being right behind her. If she were to turn around, their faces would be a little bit too close for comfort, Jimin felt her heart rate quicken- this was bad.
"They look like stars," Jimin comments, a small smile appearing on her face as Minjeong nods along to her words, holding up a sparkler in one hand while the other hand holds up a camera, recording the lit-up sparklers they were playing with.
The fiery shades of red, orange, and dark yellow contrasted greatly with the dark background as they sat outside during the night, finding entertainment in the smallest of things. As if on a certain timer, the sparklers go out at the bottom part of the metal stick, right above where they had their hands.
"They die out faster than expected," Minjeong complains as she shuts off her camera and stuffed it into her backpack, a frown appearing on her face, "and I didn't even bring that much..."
Jimin chuckled at her comment, she placed her hand on the grass floor for support and leaned down to give Minjeong a quick peck on her cheeks, pulling away quickly afterward.
Minjeong's eyes went wide, she stopped complaining and turned around slowly to face Jimin. Too many kinds of emotions, mostly positive, rush in her head she doesn't know how else to react, her brain short-circuited.
The latter laughed at her expression, "Your face looks so silly right now," she said as if she wasn't the reason for it. "That's why I like you," she elaborated. The word itself holds a lot of weight that they're both not ready to admit. Minjeong couldn't help but smile at Jimin's statement.
The tall blades of grass sway and dance in the breeze, creating a mesmerizing wave-like motion that ripples across the landscape. The wind whispers through the field, carrying with it the earthy scent of freshly mown grass and the faint perfume of wildflowers.
As the gusts of wind sweep across the open expanse, they rustle the grasses with a soft, rhythmic sound, like the gentle murmur of a distant ocean. Above, the sky stretches out in an endless expanse of gray, the clouds racing by in fast-moving formations, casting shifting patterns of light and shadow upon the undulating terrain below.
Despite the constant movement and energy of the wind, there is a sense of peace and serenity in the openness of the field, a quiet refuge where one can pause, breathe, and simply be amidst the natural symphony of the wind and grass.
Minjeong and Jimin find themselves sitting in the middle of the old grass field they always hung out at when they were still in high school, back when everything was fine between them. Jimin seems to be enjoying it a lot, being here again makes her feel nostalgic.
"This is so good," Jimin breathes out, "the weather, the air and all," she feels a sense of relief washing over her, happy to be back after so long. She stares out into the confection of green as far as the eye can see, enjoying the view.
There was a pause in her words before she continued, "And you here next to me," a sentence that made both their hearts twist for more reasons than one.
"I've always wanted to come here again...," Her eyes shifted to the ground, testing the waters of their conversation and how deep they could go into it without gasping for air, "We used to play around here, remember?" she slowly looks up to Minjeong, her tone was laced with a hint of hope that Minjeong didn't forget about them.
The short-haired girl didn't bother sparing her a glance, still staring at the scenery she grew up with as she gave a little nod, "Yeah, I remember," fighting against the lump in her throat. Forget gasping for air, she felt like she was drowning.
"We used to take videos and all," Jimin says, stating the obvious. Minjeong turns around "You, Why did you come here?" she finally points out the elephant in the room, sounding more serious than ever.
The tension between them grows thicker by the second. Jimin deflects her question, "No reason," she lied, "I just thought of you."
Minjeong looked down and closed her eyes in disbelief, she sighed loudly, it was frustrating that the person responsible for a lot of her pain refused to admit anything and be avoidant about what happened between them. She was left speechless, too taken aback by how she acted like they were fine.
A wave of silence downed upon them for a few seconds before Jimin spoke up again, "I- I'm getting married," she said out of nowhere, "We met at work, he's a good person. I don't think he'll ever make me feel lonely," trying to ignore how it felt like she was trying to convince herself rather than Minjeong that she's happy about it.
"He knows my family background and he still likes me." She feels her stomach twist in discomfort, trying to process everything Jimin said to her. Minjeong doesn't even know what the guy looks like, why him?
Minjeong was the one who accepted all her flaws first, "I know too," she says with a small voice. All the times they used to spend together, did Jimin not cherish them as much as she did? Minjeong knows why Jimin is like this but it felt so horrible, so fucking horrible, the negative feelings bubbled up in her stomach, hurting like hell she felt like throwing up.
"Want me to show you his photo?" Jimin has the audacity to ask.
"Jimin-ah" Minjeong looked over to Jimin, her tone serious, "Why did you come here?" She snaps, "Is this the reason you suddenly showed up?"
Minjeong takes out her camera and walks up to Jimin, sitting on a bench just outside of their school area, and filmed her best friend. "Jimin!" She called her out, trying to startle her.
"What the- You scared me," Jimin replies, her expression looking angry. Minjeong chuckled and took a seat next to her, holding the camera up to her face.
"Minjeong," she turned around and saw the camera, she frowned and made Minjeong set the camera down, staying quiet enough to show that she was pissed off about something. "Is there something wrong at home again?"
Minjeong asks carefully, confused at why her friend acted that way to her. She knows Jimin too well for her to be treating her this way so there must be a valid reason why she's behaving like this. "It's not that," she gave a short reply.
"Then, what's wrong? Why aren't you saying anything?" Her words were laced with worry, "I can't help if you don't tell me..."
"I told you it's nothing!" She sighed and looked down, making Minjeong feel like she had done something wrong. "Or is it me? Did I do something wrong to you?" She was genuinely confused. Jimin didn't reply.
She fidgets around with her hands and Minjeong notices, putting her hand on top of hers to try and give her some comfort but her hands are pushed away so harshly that the camera of her fell to the ground with a soft thud.
Jimin sighed loudly as she stood up, "How many times do I have to tell you, it's not that. There's nothing you can do!" looking down on Minjeong.
Minejong stands up and reaches out for her hand, "W-what's wrong...?" but again, her hands get pushed away harshly. "It's because of you." Jimin finally says it out loud.
"What?" Minjeong couldn't believe what she was saying, she didn't remember doing anything bad to her.
"I hear weird stuff when you're with me," Oh. It was about that. "People say that we're gross... and nasty. It's true, we are weird these days." Jimin admits, "I get shivers when you hold my hand."
The short-haired girl tried to hold back her tears, "That's what other people say, I don't want anything from you," she sniffles. "Back then, you were the one who-"
"I never thought of you as more than a friend," she cuts Minjeong off, "Let's just... not hang out anymore." She pauses, "I'm tired of people gossiping around. I hate it when I feel uncomfortable with you," she lashes out and walks away, leaving Minjeong silently crying.
That was the last time they ever talked to each other.
"I'm sorry for back then," Jimin tries to apologize, her head down, thinking maybe she could be better now, "We were so young... but now-"
"Do you think things have changed now? You're just saying all that to make yourself feel better," Minjoeng scoffed. "I'm so sick of you acting so selfishly."
Minjeong used to think everything was her fault, that she was why Jimin left. She used to think that it would be so much better if she just kept herself away so that she wouldn't cause any trouble for Jimin anymore. All that time when they passed by each other in school halls or when they accidentally locked eyes, Jimin had kept her head down, hoping not to make herself look stupid.
But now she's grown out of it, she's mature enough to realize that from the start, there was nothing wrong with herself. She never did anything wrong. Minjoeng understands what it must've been like for Jimin back then when the rumours started but what about Minjeong?
She also had to deal with the rumors herself and seeing how easily her best friend whom she loved with all her heart in more ways than one tossed her aside without a care for her feelings felt horrible. She didn't have anyone else to go to, nobody else to talk it out to. Jimin was the only one she trusted but even that was proven not to be enough.
"Back then you did all that and after all that has happened... What do you want from me?" She raised her voice, tears forming in the corner of her eyes from the flashbacks of their past.
"I'm sorry," Jimin repeated as if those were the only words she could say, "I knew you would be having a hard time..," she glanced up to look at Minjeong's pained expression, "but I just wanted to see you again. That's all." Her own tears threatened to spill, "I don't expect anything from you. I just need you."
"You already have everything you want."
"No, Minjeong, it's different," Jimin counters. "I was so glad when I found you here. I just-" She sniffles," I just want you to be in my life."
A part of Minjeong wants to cry her heart out but a part of her wants to laugh at the absurdity of Jimin's words. It shouldn't be this hard to just tell her to go away and leave her alone but it was, Minjeong felt so pathetic for actually missing her all those years.
She didn't know what to do or what to say, she was so frustrated and overwhelmed. Minejong ruffled through her hair in a stressed manner, letting her tears flow out.
Jimin walked up to Minjeong and hugged her, sobbing against her shoulder, repeating something along the lines of "I'm sorry" and "Forgive me" while her arms wrapped around Minejong's neck, holding her close as she regretted her actions from years ago.
Minjeong, despite not hugging her back, let it happen. She lets Jimin hug her and that was already a huge mistake on her part.
A bed is often a person's most comfortable space to be in, a sanctuary of sorts where everything you keep there is yours and you know exactly where everything should go or should be even though they're all just pillows or soft plushies.
The one place you don't have to worry about anything else except for how you're supposed to be sleeping. Minjeong couldn't sleep.
Her eyes were closed but she couldn't fall asleep. She lay in bed while she faced the wall, her body covered up with a blanket. She felt something shift a bit behind her, it was Jimin.
It was too late to make Jimin go home by herself at the time so Minjeong had to let her stay over. It shouldn't matter much because they've talked their problems out. Well, to an extent but in a way, at least Minjeong knows how sorry Jimin is for what she did.
She slowly opened her eyes, not knowing what else to do, she stared at the wall for a few seconds before turning around to look at Jimin, sleeping soundly. It reminded her of the time they were at school, Jimin didn't really change much. She still looks adorable when she's sleeping as back then.
Minjeong knows she shouldn't be thinking like that anymore but she can't help it so she stares a little longer, silently admiring her beauty from a near distance. She had a lot of thoughts in her head at the moment, their previous conversation had taken quite a toll on her.
Reaching out for the blanket that had already ridden down until Jimin's waist, she pulled it up to cover her entire body, careful not to wake Jimin up. As she continued staring, she lost her train of thought. 'Nothing will matter even if I did anything right now anyways,' she slaps herself with the truth.
Minjeong moved her head up and leaned in towards Jimin, leaving a soft peck on her lips before setting her head on her pillow again. She remembers Jimin being a dead sleeper so there's no way she'd wake up to that.
Oh but for once, Minjeong was wrong. Jimin did in fact, wake up.
Upon seeing that, Minjeong's eyes went wide, afraid of what Jimin would say. Jimin suddenly moved forward and kissed Minjeong back. Minjeong barely had any time to register anything but she reciprocated the kiss anyway, their lips moving against each other's eagerly. That was until Jimin had Minjeong pinned underneath her.
As for what else happened that night, only both of them knew.
An odd-looking diamond charm with a small plant mockup inside of it dangled around the rearview mirror as Minjoeng drove her car, Jimin had her arms resting on the opened car window, enjoying the sunlight and air around the country-side
A little smile was evident on her face as the wind tousled her hair in different directions, her eyes squinting to avoid excessive sunlight from entering her eyes and damaging it. She had a lot to think about and do after this so she's taking these last few moments as a time to rest up for it.
Minjeong stops by a small bus stop somewhere around the streets. "Minjeong-ah"
"Hmm?" She turns to face Jimin. "I'll come again. Is that ok?" She gave her the best smile she could, a genuine one this time.
"You'd come even if I told you not to," Minjeong muses, mirroring her smile.
Jimin opened the car door and closed it with a soft thud and waved at Minjeong who only smiled and drove away. Jimin sat down at the bus stop benches and took out a card from her bag; her wedding invitation and crumpled it, leaving it there when she boards her designated bus.