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Minjeong and Jimin had been friends for five years-and dating for two. Now 22 and 23 respectively, their relationship is playful yet filled with love. Jimin adores Minjeong even when the normally independent and strong brunette regresses into her little state which they called ‘jeongie’. So here are some moments in their relationship where ‘jeongie’ appears :).
I. Jimin unknowingly teases Minjeong too much
During a lunch with their friends, Yizhuo made a joke about Minjeong following Jimin around, “Minjeong unnie is like a puppy following Jimin unnie wherever she goes!” The older girl then adds on to the joke, “Yes, our cute Minjeongie cant even hold my hand without blushing hmm”. This causes their other friends to laugh harder with Aeri adding more fuel, “Aww is the little puppy mad at its owner?” when she noticed Minjeong pouting with a sulky expression on her face.
The younger girl glared at them but they found her adorable and continued laughing. Yes Minjeong is used to their normal jokes and banters but she was burnt out for the day and couldnt take any teasing. She treasured her relationship with Jimin but she felt insecure because shes too shy to initiate any physical contact first. So when Jimin joked about it, her insecurity only grew. This caused Minjeong to overthink about the jokes even when her friends had moved onto another topic.
Later, as Jimin was walking Minjeong back to her dorm, she noticed an unusual silence. She was used to her girlfriend’s need to recharge after socialising but this silence felt different. Because even when Jimin talked to Minjeong, the younger wouldn’t reply her unlike the other times where the brunette would atleast give small nods or hums to indicate that she was listening.
Jimin leaned in for a goodbye kiss after dropping Minjeong off but she was abruptly pushed by the younger girl and was met with a slammed door instead. Confused and slightly hurt, the older girl stood outside for a couple minutes before feeling a vibration from her phone.
[⭐️]: Jeongie is mad
‘Oh? Jeongie?’ Jimin thought to herself.
[💙]: My love? What did i do wrong hmm?
[⭐️]: meanie ☹️ >:(
Realising that she wasnt going to get proper answers through text, she contemplated on using her spare key that Minjeong had given in cases of emergency. Well this definitely felt like an emergency to Jimin. She was still contemplating when she heard soft sobs from inside when she decided to slowly unlock the dorm door. She stepped in and made eye contact with Minjeong, who was curled up on the couch with tears streaking down her beautiful face.
Moving slowly towards her lover as to not startle her, the older girl sat beside her and gently cupped her face. Brushing away the tears, she whispered, “Whats wrong, love?”
The youngers voice trembled as she managed, “Why tease?”
The older girl tilted her head in confusion and was about to reply her girlfriend when the younger spoke again, “I.. I feel insecure. Sorry for being shy about holding hands”
Hearing the soft sobs while Minjeong tried her best to speak made Jimin feel bad when she realised all this was caused by the light teasing that had happened earlier.
Pulling Minjeong onto her lap, Jimin rocked her gently and murmured , “Was my teasing too much?”
A soft nod and the quiet admission of her insecurities answered it all. Jimin reminded herself to be more mindful of her words next time. Even with their playful banter, she had to care for Minjeongs feelings.
Minjeong sniffled, her tiny fingers grasping the strings of Jimins hoodie like a child clinging onto their favourite blanket. “Jiminie laughed…” she mumbled, her voice almost inaudible.
The older immediately pressed soft kiss to her temple. “Oh baby Jiminie is sorry” she cooed, rocking her gently. “I didnt mean to hurt my baby’s feeling. Jiminie was just teasing, I should have been more careful hm?”
Minjeong whimpered, burying her face into her girlfriend’s chest. “Felt bad,” she mumbled. “Felt small..”
Jimins arms tightened around Minjeong protectively. “You are my little baby, and thats okay.” She reassured while rubbing soft and gentle circles around her girlfriend’s back. “But i never want my baby to feel sad cause of me.”
Minjeong peeked up at her, her lower lip wobbling. “Promise?”
The older immediately intertwined their pinky together. “Promise baby. No more teasing if it makes my baby sad”
Minjeong shyly tucked her face into Jimins neck after that promise which caused an adoring smile to appear on Jimins face.
Jimin kissed their locked pinkies and pulled Minjeong closer to her. The younger curled onto her easily, with her hands clinging into the olders hoodie.
Jimin held her close, swaying them lightly. “You know what jimine loves most about my jeongie?” she whispered.
Minjeong tilted her neck up, looking at Jimin sleepily while rubbing her puffy eyes, “What?”
Jimin kissed her nose affectionately . “Everything. I love how jeongie holds into my sleeves when shes shy. I love how she looks at me with her sweet, pretty eyes. And I love how she always makes want to love and take care of her forever.”
A tiny giggled escaped Minjeongs mouth which almost made Jimin felt like she was melting.
“You mean it?” Minjeong asked softly with a soft voice.
Jimin nodded, pressing a kiss on her forehead, “Every single word my love.”
Minjeong snuggled closer to her chest, releasing a sleepy sigh. “Jiminie warm.” she mumbled, her voiced heavy with sleep.
Jimin smiled, tucking the blanket around them as she continued rocking and patting the younger girl. “Then sleep my love. Jiminie’s got you.”
And as Minjeong drifted off , safe and sound in her arms, Jimin made a silent promise to always love and cherish her baby, no matter what.
II. Jeongie is mad at Jimin for making fun of her plushie.
It was no secret that Minjeong loved plushies. Her dorm bed was filled with them, most of which she had collected over the years- some bought on impulse, a few from friends but most of it was from her girlfriend.
However there was one plushie which Minjeong adored the most and it was the tiny green yoda plushie from star wars, it wasnt the cutest but it was the first gift from her girlfriend ever. To Minjeong, it was perfect.
So when Jimin with her usual playful teasing, pointed at the plushie and laughed, “Baby why does he look like that? His face is so funny.”
Minjeong gasped dramatically, snatching the green plushie from her girlfriend’s arms and hugging him protectively. Her lower lip trembled as she held the plushie closely to her chest.
“Not funny.” she mumbled.
Jimin blinked, immediately notice the shift in her girlfriend’s behaviour and tone. Her girlfriend had been in a normal state but now- oh no.
Minjeongs big brown eyes were glossy, her cheeks puffed out in a pout. She was curling into herself, pulling her knees close to her chest as she clutched yoda close. Her little state had came out.
Jimin reached out cautiously. “Baby im sorry. I was just joking-“
Minjeong turned away, huffing.
Jimin suppressed a smile. Oh, shes really mad.
She shuffled closer and careful placed her hand on Minjeongs back, rubbing gentle circles. “Baby, I am sorry for making fun of yoda.” she said softly, “Forgive me please?”
Minjeong only tightened her grip on the green plushie , burying her face into it. “No.”
Jimin sighed dramatically, flopping onto the couch beside Minjeong. “Oh no. My baby is mad at me. What should I do?”
Minjeong stayed silent, still sulking.
Jimin thought for a moment before grinning “What if I give yoda a kiss to say sorry?”
Minjeong peeked up just a little, watching as Jimin gently reached for the plushie. The younger hesitated but slowly, slowly loosened her grip just enough for Jimin to take it.
Jimin held up the plushie and, with exaggerated sincerity, pressed a dramatic kiss to its forehead. “Im so sorry, master yoda,” she said seriously. “I was very, very wrong. You are the cutest, wisest little guy in the galaxy.”
Minjeong sniffled, watching closely.
Jimin, seeing her girlfriend’s pout start to waver, continued. “I will never, ever laugh at you again. Please tell jeongie to forgive me.”
Jimin then made the plushie ‘nod’ and, in her best yoda voice, said, “Forgiven, you are.”
That was all it took.
Minjeong giggled. A small, shy little giggle, but a giggle nonetheless.
Jimin grinned, reaching out to gently boop Minjeongs nose. “Did I get my baby to smile?”
Minjeong quickly hid her face behind yoda again. “No.”
Jimin chuckled, leaning closer to press a kiss against Minjeongs forehead. “You are so cute baby.”
Minjeong peeked up at her, voice still small. “Jiminie mean… but maybe not too mean.”
Jimin gasped playfully. “So im only a little mean?”
A slow, hesitant nod.
Jimin cupped Minjeongs face, her thumbs rubbing gentle circles on her cheeks. “Im really sorry for teasing baby. I didn’t mean to make you upset.”
Minjeong stared at her for a moment before mumbling, “Promise?”
Jimin lifted her pinky immediately. “Promise baby.”
Minjeong hesitated, then shyly wrapped her tiny pinky around Jimin’s. “Okay… then I forgive Jiminie.”
Jimin sighed in relief, scooping Minjeong up and pulling her onto her lap. “Im glad baby, I hate when my Minjeongie is mad at me.”
Minjeong curled into Jimins embrace, nuzzling against her shoulder. “No more teasing…” she murmured.
Jimin kissed the top of her head. “No more teasing baby.”
III. Minjeong refuses to eat vegetables so Jimin has to feed her
Jimin knew right away that dinnertime was going to be a challenge.
It started when Minjeong, seated in her usual spot at the dining table, eyed her plate with deep suspicion. Specifically, she was glaring at the small pile of green vegetables sitting neatly next to her rice.
She huffed, puffing out her cheeks in defiance. “No like greens.”
Jimin, who had been watching her with amused eyes, rested her chin on her palm. “Baby we talked about this. You need to eat your veggies so you grow big and strong.”
Minjeong shook her head so fast her hair bounced. “No need. Already big. Already strong.” To emphasize her point, she raised her tiny fist and flexed it dramatically, though it only made her look more like an upset puppy.
Jimin bit her lip to hold back a laugh. “Oh? My baby’s already strong? Then how come you still need me to open your juice boxes?”
Minjeong gasped, embarrassed . “Thats different!” she whined, kicking her legs under the table. “Juice box tricky. Sneaky straw hole!”
Jimin chuckled and reached over to boop Minjeongs nose. “Okay, okay. But baby, veggies help you stay healthy. Just a few bites hmm?”
Minjeong crossed her arms stubbornly, turning her head away. “No.”
Jimin sighed dramatically, already thinking of another approach. She looked down at the broccoli on Minjeongs plate, then smirked. “Well… if my baby doesn’t eat her veggies, then maybe I should eat them instead.”
She reached her fork over to steal a piece, but the reaction was immediate. Minjeong gasped and slapped Jimins hand away, eyes widening in betrayal. “No!! That’s mine!”
Jimin smirked. “I thought you didn’t like veggies?”
Minjeong puffed out her cheeks again. “Don’t like… but still mine.”
“Then you should eat them my love.”
Minjeong pouted, clearly realizing she had walked into a trap. She glanced at her plate again, her tiny fingers fiddling with the hem of her shirt, a telltale sign of her regression kicking in.
Jimin softened instantly.
Gently, she tucked a strand of hair behind Minjeongs ear. “How about I help baby?”
Minjeong peeked up at her, blinking shyly. “How…?”
Jimin grinned and picked up a piece of broccoli with her fork. “What if I make it a tiny airplane?” She moved the fork around in the air. “Here comes the broccoli plane, flying to jeongies mouth~”
Minjeong giggled but quickly turned her head away. “Jeongie not airport!”
Jimin gasped dramatically. “Nooo, my plane has nowhere to land! It’s gonna crash!” She swirled the fork around playfully. “The pilot is crying, baby. He says, ‘Please let me land, jeongie! I have a family to go home to!’”
Minjeong bit her lip, trying to hold in her giggles, but Jimin could see her crumbling.
Still, she was stubborn. “Pilot should go home then!” she declared.
Jimin gasped again, even more dramatically this time. “But baby! His home is jeongies tummy!”
Minjeong giggled harder, shaking her head. “Nuh-uh!”
Jimin placed a hand over her heart. “Baby, do you really want to make the pilot sad?” She sniffled for effect. “He worked so hard to fly this tiny plane all the way here…”
Minjeong hesitated. She stared at the fork for a moment, then—very slowly—opened her mouth just a tiny bit.
Jimins face lit up instantly. “There we go! Thats my good girl.” She carefully fed Minjeong the broccoli, watching proudly as the younger girl chewed with an adorably scrunched-up face.
The moment she swallowed, Minjeong whined. “Bleh!” She stuck out her tongue. “Tastes green.”
Jimin laughed, ruffling her hair. “That’s because it is green my love.”
Minjeong huffed and crossed her arms again. “No more. One bite only.”
Jimin tapped her chin. “Hmm… what if…” She grabbed Minjeong’s favorite plushie, a tiny, well loved yoda stuffed toy—and made it talk in a squeaky voice.
“Minjeongie, please eat the veggies! They’re good for you!” Jimin squeaked, making the plushie wiggle in her hand.
Minjeong gasped. “Yoda?! You too?!”
Jimin wiggled the plushie again. “Yes my dear Minjeongie. You must eat your greens to be strong with the force!”
Minjeongs mouth fell open. She looked between Jimin and the plushie, frowning. “But… but taste bad!”
Jimin wiggled yoda closer to her face. “Tastes bad but its good for you!”
Minjeongs tiny fingers clutched her shirt, eyes wide with conflict. Finally, after a long, dramatic sigh, she opened her mouth again.
Jimin grinned. “Thats my good girl.” She fed her another bite, watching fondly as Minjeong chewed with a tiny grumble, her cheeks puffed up like a hamster.
Jimin leaned in and kissed her forehead. “You’re doing so well baby. Im so proud of you.”
Minjeongs pout wobbled for a second before she melted into Jimins embrace. “Jiminie proud…?” she mumbled shyly.
Jimin nodded, brushing some stray hair out of her eyes. “So, so proud. My best girl.”
Minjeong giggled sleepily, nuzzling into her shoulder. “Mmm… okay. More plane.”
Jimin chuckled. “You got it love. Here comes another broccoli plane~”
And just like that, Minjeong let Jimin feed her, one bite at a time, her giggles filling the room.
Later that night, when Minjeong was curled up in Jimins lap, stomach full and content, she looked up sleepily and mumbled, “Jiminie… love you.”
Jimin felt her heart melt into a puddle. She pressed a gentle kiss to Minjeongs nose. “I love you more baby.”
And as Minjeong drifted off, hugging her yoda plushie, Jimin smiled to herself.
Who knew that defeating evil veggies could be this adorable?
EXTRA
Jealous Minjeong
Minjeong wasn’t pouting. Nope. She definitely wasn’t pouting.
She wasn’t sulking either. Not even a little bit.
She just happens to be sitting very quietly beside Jimin, arms crossed, face scrunched up, and lips frowning like she had just bitten into a sour lemon. That was all.
Jimin, of course, noticed immediately.
They were at a small gathering with their friends, just hanging out at Aeri’s apartment, but Minjeong hadn’t spoken a word in the past fifteen minutes. That was unusual for her, especially when she was in her regressed state. Normally, she would be tugging at Jimins sleeve, whining for attention, or burying herself into Jimins side. But right now, she was stiff, rigid, and very obviously upset.
Jimin followed Minjeongs line of sight and quickly found the source of the problem.
One of Aeri’s friends—someone Minjeong wasn’t too familiar with, had been talking to Jimin a little too much. She had leaned in close, laughed a little too sweetly at Jimins jokes, and even touched Jimins arm a few times.
Ah. Thats why her baby was sulking.
Jimin had to fight back a smile. Minjeong was never the type to start unnecessary conflict, but when she regressed, her emotions were heightened, and right now, she was radiating pure jealousy.
Jimin leaned in, lowering her voice so only Minjeong could hear. “Baby, are you okay?”
Minjeong didn’t look at her. She just huffed and tightened her arms around herself.
Jimin smiled fondly. Adorable.
She shifted closer and gently nudged Minjeongs cheek with her nose. “Love, talk to me.”
Minjeong finally glanced up at her, her big eyes filled with a mix of frustration and sadness. She pouted even more and mumbled, “Jiminie talk to other girl.”
Jimin blinked before her heart melted into a puddle.
Minjeong sounded so small.
“Baby…” Jimin cupped her cheek, running her thumb gently across her skin. “Are you feeling jealous?”
Minjeongs pout deepened, and she quickly looked away. “No…” she muttered. But the way she clenched her fists and fidgeted in her seat said otherwise.
Jimin chuckled softly. “It’s okay to tell me if you are feeling something baby. I wanna know whats going on in that pretty little head of yours.”
Minjeong wiggled in her seat, her frustration building up. She wasn’t mad at Jimin, not really. But she didn’t like the way that other girl had been looking at her Jimin.
Jimin could see the tension in Minjeongs small frame, and her protective instincts kicked in instantly.
She stood up, grabbing Minjeongs hand without a second thought. “Come with me baby,” she whispered.
Minjeong blinked, surprised, but let Jimin pull her out of the living room and into Aeri’s empty bedroom.
As soon as the door shut behind them, Jimin turned to Minjeong and pulled her close, wrapping her arms securely around her waist. “Now, tell me what’s wrong love.”
Minjeong buried her face in Jimins chest, gripping her polo tightly. “Don’t like her,” she muttered.
Jimin hummed, rubbing soothing circles on Minjeongs back. “Who baby?”
Minjeong nuzzled deeper, voice muffled against Jimins hoodie. “Girl. She… She touch Jiminie.”
Jimin smiled softly, tilting Minjeongs chin up so their eyes met. “But baby, you know you’re the only one for me, right?”
Minjeong’s lips wobbled. “But… but she—”
Jimin cut her off with a gentle kiss to her forehead. “You’re my one and only, Jeongie. No one else, okay? Just you.”
Minjeongs tiny hands clutched Jimins polo even tighter. “Promise?”
Jimin kissed her cheek this time, lingering for a second. “I promise baby. Only you.”
Minjeong sniffled, but her body slowly relaxed in Jimins hold. “Love Jiminie,” she whispered, her voice so small and fragile that Jimins heart ached.
Jimin cupped Minjeongs face, stroking her cheek lovingly. “I love you more baby. So, so much.”
Minjeong stared at her, lips parting slightly, eyes softening into something vulnerable and innocent.
“Can… Can Jiminie kiss me?” she mumbled shyly.
Jimins breath hitched.
She had always been careful with Minjeong when she regressed—never pushing any boundaries, always making sure to respect her space. But right now, Minjeong was looking up at her with those big, sparkling eyes, practically begging to be kissed.
“Are you sure baby?” Jimin murmured, brushing her thumb along Minjeongs lower lip.
Minjeong nodded eagerly. “Want Jiminie…”
Jimins self restrain crumbled instantly.
She leaned in, pressing the softest, most tender kiss against Minjeongs lips. It was slow and sweet, filled with love and reassurance. Minjeong whimpered against her, melting completely into Jimins warmth.
Jimin deepened the kiss just slightly, cradling Minjeong’s face as if she were the most delicate thing in the world. When she pulled away, Minjeongs cheeks were flushed, and her lips were slightly parted.
Jimin chuckled, kissing the tip of her nose. “Feeling better now hmm?”
Minjeong nodded, her arms wrapping tightly around Jimins waist. “Jiminie only mine,” she mumbled possessively.
Jimin grinned. “Only yours, baby. Forever and ever.”
Minjeong giggled, snuggling into Jimins embrace, her earlier jealousy completely forgotten.
Jimin sighed in contentment, rocking them gently from side to side. “How about we go home and cuddle?”
Minjeong perked up instantly. “Yes! Cuddles!”
Jimin laughed, giving her one last soft peck on the forehead before leading her out of the room.
When they arrived back at Minjeongs dorm, she immediately tugged Jimin inside, shutting the door behind them with a small thud. Her tiny hands clung to Jimins polo, her big eyes still filled with longing.
“Jiminie…” she mumbled, shifting on her feet.
Jimin smiled softly, cupping Minjeongs cheek with one hand while the other wrapped around her waist. “What is it love?”
Minjeong hesitated for a moment before whispering, “Wanna kiss more…” Her voice was small, almost shy, but the way she tugged on Jimins polo was filled with quiet determination.
Jimins heart melted at the sight.
She leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to Minjeongs lips, slow and sweet. Minjeong whimpered softly, her fingers tightening in the fabric of Jimins polo as she pressed herself closer.
Jimin let her set the pace, only deepening the kiss when Minjeong tilted her head up with a quiet little whine. The warmth of their lips moving together filled the room with a soft kind of intimacy—one that wasn’t rushed, wasn’t desperate, just pure affection and love.
Jimins hands rubbed soothing circles into Minjeongs back, grounding her in the moment. She could feel the way Minjeong relaxed under her touch, completely melting into her arms.
Minjeong broke the kiss first, her breath coming out in small, uneven puffs. “Jiminie…” she mumbled, nuzzling into the crook of Jimins neck, placing tiny kisses against her collarbone. “Love Jiminie so much…”
Jimin chuckled, lifting Minjeong easily into her arms and carrying her to the bed. “I love you more baby,” she murmured, settling them both down into the soft covers.
Minjeong clung to Jimin, refusing to let an inch of space form between them. “Want Jiminie close…”
“Im right here my love.” Jimin kissed the tip of Minjeongs nose, then her forehead, trailing soft kisses down her cheeks before capturing her lips once more.
Minjeongs small hands roamed Jimins back, not in a desperate way but simply to feel her warmth, her presence. She sighed happily into the kiss, shifting slightly so she could press herself as close as possible.
Jimins fingers traced soothing patterns over Minjeong’s sides, making her shiver slightly. “You okay, baby?” she asked softly, pulling back just enough to meet Minjeong’s gaze.
Minjeong nodded, her cheeks flushed. “Jiminie feels warm… and nice… and safe.”
Jimin smiled, brushing a few strands of hair from Minjeongs face. “That’s all I ever want, baby. For you to feel safe and loved.”
Minjeong hummed in contentment, pressing one last soft kiss to Jimins lips before burying herself against her chest. “Stay here forever?” she mumbled sleepily.
Jimin tightened her hold around Minjeong, rocking them gently. “Forever and ever love.”
And with that, Minjeong sighed happily, letting the warmth of Jimin’s love lull her into the most peaceful sleep.