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There’s something off about Jimin recently.
It’s not her behavior or anything. She’s still Yu Jimin, Minjeong’s girlfriend of almost a year that she knows and loves. No, it’s far from her behavior.
It’s more about her appearance.
Minjeong squints as she scans her girlfriend up and down, the latter currently having a conversation with Aeri from afar, laughing at something the girl said.
Jimin’s hair was normal. She’s sporting a black beanie that she seldom wears, and it makes her hair flow out from either side of her face like a waterfall, framing her smile and eyes so nicely it makes Minjeong want to hurl something. She’s wearing a white shirt and black cargo pants, those are normal too. And Nike sneakers… yeah, normal.
Nothing out of the ordinary, her girlfriend’s attire is usually like this most of the time.
But if Minjeong brings her eyes up to her middle, she’ll see something she usually doesn’t see.
Just above Jimin’s pants, right beneath her shirt, was a small peek of white with blue stripes and an undeniable Nike logo in the midst of it.
Minjeong blinks once. Then twice.
Yu Jimin is wearing boxers.
She was not informed of this.
“Why are you staring at Jimin unnie as if you’re going to strip her naked with your very own eyes?”
Minjeong blinks a third time. She turns to Yizhuo, who was looking at her as if she were crazy.
“Yizhuo, since when did Jimin unnie wear boxers?” She asks, glancing at Jimin before turning to the girl again.
The younger girl raises an eyebrow. “Like… today?” She recalls, taking a sip of her drink before continuing. “I don’t think she’s worn it before.”
“Exactly! I’m not crazy!” Minjeong exclaims.
“And why would you be crazy in the first place?” Yizhuo replies, a tad bit confused.
“Because she didn’t tell me? Don’t you think she should've told me if she was going to change the trajectory of my life by wearing boxers?!”
The younger girl says nothing. She silently offers Minjeong her drink, which the older girl stares at for a few seconds. She silently accepts the offer afterwards, calming down as she sips the drink.
“Maybe she just wanted to try something new, unnie. Like that one time she cut her hair to a bob, and we didn’t even know about it.” Yizhuo recalls.
Oh, Jimin and that bob. Minjeong could recall it like it was yesterday.
The older girl has always been vocal about how much she liked Minjeong’s bob, but she wasn’t aware that Jimin herself wanted to try it. She basically told nobody among the group, so imagine Minjeong’s surprise when she saw Jimin one morning, sporting a bob and glasses at the same time, smiling at her and waving as if she didn’t just get a new hairstyle for the first time since Minjeong has known her.
Minjeong blushes as she remembers what happened that night. The younger girl straddled Jimin’s lap as she marveled at her new hair, half kissing her and half getting playfully mad at her because she didn’t tell Minjeong about her newly acquired hairstyle.
Not that she was entitled to know every single change of appearance that her girlfriend decided to do, but a little warning would’ve been nice.
Minjeong pouts. “You might be right…”
Yizhuo hums, taking another sip of her drink. “She probably just wanted to surprise you, too. You know how unnie is.”
“Ughh…” Minjeong couldn't be reminded of that enough. It’s no secret that her girlfriend loves to tease her. “She's going to be the death of me one day.”
“Mm.” Yizhuo agrees before her eyes glance upwards. “They're coming here, by the way.”
Minjeong turns her head and sees Jimin and Aeri making their way over to their table, the former girl smiling brightly when they lock eyes and waving at both her and Yizhuo. She waves back at her and smiles timidly, trying not to glance downwards at her boxers.
“Hi, Minjeongie.” Jimin greets her and kisses her head softly before sitting down, torso laid back a little and giving Minjeong a nice clear view of her boxers. Aeri follows suit and sits across from Yizhuo.
“What were you guys talking about before we got here?” Aeri asks.
“Nothing!” Minjeong says a little too quickly. Yizhuo, bless her heart, visibly tries to hold in her laughter.
They talked a bit more afterwards, with Minjeong taking quick glances at Jimin's pelvis, too busy eyeing the boxers as if they cursed her whole family to notice the small grin on Jimin’s lips.
She invited Aeri to hang out the next morning, claiming that she had something important to discuss with her.
They chose a comfy little cafe nearby as their hangout place for the day, and the dark-haired girl asks her with a smile as they make themselves comfortable at their chosen table, “So, what’d you want to meet me for?”
“Were you aware?” Minjeong asks not a second later.
Aeri raises an eyebrow. “About?”
“Her boxers.” She spits out, saying the word ‘boxers’ as if it were poison to her tongue.
The older girl blinks and immediately knows what she's referring to. “Oh,” she says.
A few seconds of silence pass. And then Aeri starts laughing.
“What! Why are you laughing?!” Minjeong exclaims, cheeks starting to redden just a tad.
“O-Oh my god!” Aeri continues laughing. “She knows you so well!”
Knows me so well?
“What do you mean by that?!” Minjeong almost yells.
The older girl laughs a bit more, and Minjeong lets her, a pout evident on her face as she watches Aeri slowly calm down and stop laughing altogether.
“Okay, shit. You weren’t supposed to hear that.” Aeri makes a show of wiping her tears away. “You should just ask Jimin. She’ll tell you.” She shoots Minjeong a knowing smile.
Minjeong pouted even harder, if that was even possible. “Oh yeah, I’m hunting her down later.” She says, already picking her phone up to send Jimin a text informing her that she’s coming to her place later.
Aeri hums. “I take it you really like her boxers then?”
Oh, ‘like’ is an understatement. Minjeong could tear it off with her teeth if she could. But the older girl didn’t need to know that.
She clears her throat, trying to get her mind out of the gutter. “Yes.”
She hears a hum from the older girl again. And then, Aeri asks timidly, “You think Yizhuo would like it too?”
Minjeong smiles just a little. Aeri’s adoration towards the younger girl is undeniably cute. It’s also not a secret that Yizhuo likes her back, and they remind her of Jimin and herself before they got together. She hopes that either one of them can gain the courage to ask the other out soon.
“Oh, yeah, she would. She’d tear it off of you with her teeth if she could.”
Aeri visibly turns red.
She needed to know that, though.
She bids goodbye to Aeri after they make a quick stop at an ice cream parlor, Minjeong buying a dessert for Jimin as well, and later makes her way to Jimin’s apartment.
What greeted her at the door was the older girl clad in nothing but a black tank top and boxers. Just her boxers, no pants or shorts or anything like that.
Minjeong’s grip on her ice cream tightened just a bit.
“Minjeongie!” Jimin greets her happily, grabs the ice cream in the shorter girl’s hand to put it on the nearest table, and pulls her in for a hug. “I missed youuuuu.” She feels the taller girl’s voice vibrate on the side of her head.
“You saw me yesterday, unnie.” She replies as she hugs her back.
“Enough hours for me to miss you.”
Clingy, she thinks. But Minjeong loves her like this. “I got ice cream for you, eat it quickly before it melts.” She pulls away as Jimin moves to get the aforementioned dessert, who then mutters a quick “Thank you!” to the shorter girl.
However, Minjeong quickly realizes that maybe getting Jimin an ice cream was a mistake.
They sit on the couch together, and she tries hard not to ogle at the older girl who's clearly just enjoying her ice cream, but the way some of the dessert got stuck on the edges of her mouth, her licking it away or wiping it off with her thumb and then licking said thumb, coupled with a clear view of her boxers, was driving Minjeong mad.
She takes a deep, long breath. She’s just going to be vocal about it, she decides.
She clears her throat loudly, catching the older girl’s attention when she turns to look at Minjeong curiously. The younger girl gestures for her to finish her ice cream first before continuing.
“Yeah?” Jimin asks after she finishes the dessert and washes her hands, returning to her spot on the couch right next to Minjeong.
“Aeri told me something interesting earlier today.” She exclaims, and judging by Jimin’s eyes going wide for a sliver of a second before returning back to normal, she knows where this is going. “Well, more like she accidentally told me, but still.” She continues.
“Hm?” Jimin hums, trying to hold back a smile.
Minjeong unceremoniously points at the older girl's boxers. “This.” She squints at it as if it's her number one enemy.
Jimin's smile breaks out, a knowing smile that makes her crazy, and she doesn't even look down at what Minjeong's pointing at. “Do you like it?”
The shorter girl narrows her eyes at her and brings the same hand that was pointing at those damn boxers down to touch the waistband of it, feeling the soft material on her fingers. Jimin rests an arm over the couch's backrest, softly bringing Minjeong closer by the head while also combing through her hair.
“I hate it.” Minjeong exclaims after a while, fingers slowly dipping into the waistband of her boxers, feeling her soft skin.
Jimin laughs at her answer and leans in to give her a kiss, one of her hands still holding the back of Minjeong's head, not minding that the younger girl’s fingers are still slowly but surely dipping into her boxers.
“You wore it for me?” Minjeong asks after breaking the kiss, her fingers staying where they are.
Jimin smiles at her and gives her another peck before answering. “Half because I wanted to see your reaction, the other half is because I heard they were comfy.” She brings up her other hand to touch the other girl’s fingers that were still inside the waistband. “And they were right, it's comfy.”
Minjeong hums. Can't really argue with that, she figures. Jimin eyes her adoringly.
“I take it you like it, then?” Jimin asks, a cunning and infuriating smile on her face.
She knows what she's doing to her.
Minjeong narrows her eyes at her, says, “Shut up,” and pulls her in for another kiss, to which the older girl happily reciprocates, smiling into the kiss.