Nayeon wouldn't have admitted it, then, how easily she had taken things for granted.

“Nayeon unnie,” Mina whispers to her one night, over the sound of Jihyo and Sana’s gentle breathing, sacrificing what little sleep they could get for a moment, just with her. “I really like you.”

Mina had always been brave, she supposed.

Or reckless.

They both were.

Nayeon takes a moment to take her in, then. Mina, and her trembling hands, and her soft round cheeks. Mina, young and bright and always so eager to please.

Nayeon kisses her.

She supposes she had been brave once, too.