“You’re an idiot.”

Momo winces at her touch, but gives her a smile anyway, the same one that made her heart flutter the first they met.

“I wasn't going to let them talk to you like that,” Momo murmurs, resting her chin a little heavier against Jeongyeon’s palm, peering up at her through her lashes.

She’s beautiful, even with bruised knuckles and bloody lip, her eyes bright and full of warmth - and Jeongyeon loves her.

The realization makes her a little dizzy with happiness.

“An idiot,” Jeongyeon sighs, but presses a tender kiss to her busted lip. “But my idiot.”