The cream colored ceiling was the first one to meet her the moment she her eyes flew open. The same color of sheets covered her body from the cool breeze coming in from the open windows of the room. She stretches her left arm to get a feel of her companion but only the pillow and sheets met her fingertips.

Minjeong then slowly sits up from the bed and grabs the sheets along with her. The orange light filling up the room tells her that she spent most of the afternoon sleeping but her body instantly corrected her. The aches coming her specific body parts beg to disagree.

The sudden sound of a door opening made Minjeong pull the sheets around her closer to her body. Her eyes immediately went to the door and to her relief it stayed shut. Being caught by Jimin's parents would be the last thing on her list today.

A soft chuckle diverted her attention to what seems to be the bathroom of the space where a leaning figure covered the entire door of the entrance. "Nervous? You look spectacular, Minjeong." The older girl says with a smile on her face as she stands on the doorway with nothing but her shirt on.

Minjeong quickly grabs the pillow beside her and with all her might threw it onto the direction of the captain. But the latter being fit and active as she is instantly caught the item before it even hit her face. "Pretty." Jimin mutters as she looks at the pillow in her hand. 

Knowing that there's nothing else that she can do, Minjeong just sat there on the bed as the older girl started to collect the pieces of clothing that littered the floor. One by one, Jimin was able to pick it all up and place it all neatly on top of the table beside her bed.

"Come here." Jimin says to Minjeong but the latter stayed still on her current position leaving her no choice but to climb onto her bed and approach the younger girl. "I said come here." She says again even though she's already facing Minjeong.

"Pretty." The word that escapes Jimin's lips before pinching Minjeong's nose. She slowly tears away Minjeong's hold on the sheets exposing the vice-president's body. "Put your arms up." She orders to which Minjeong quickly obeyed after seeing the shirt on her hand.

"It's like two sizes bigger than mine."

Jimin nods in agreement as she takes in how adorable the younger girl looks in her clothes. She looks nothing like the strict vice president of the university. The loose shirt hanging on her body makes her look like her girlfriend who just woke up from a deep slumber. "Well I think that's better. You won't be cold then. It can be like a coat as well." She reasons before enclosing Minjeong into a tight embrace, resting her head on the latter's tiny shoulders.

"You'd say anything at this point." Minjeong answers after feeling the weight of the girl against her body.

"You're right. I will." She wasn't able to see Jimin's expression but she was able to feel her nod against her shoulders. 

Jimin slowly let go of of her hold on Minjeong and started caressing both of the latter's arms while looking into her eyes. "Have I told you how pretty you are today?"

But the younger girl wasn't falling for it when she answered bluntly, "You just had me, Yoo. You can give the compliments a rest now."

Another chuckle escapes Jimin's mouth as she shakes her head in disbelief. "When did I ever? But seriously you look prettier each passing day." She continues. Her hands finding their way into Minjeong's delicate face. Jimin breathes out a little before flashing a smile at the girl before her. The very same smile that Minjeong thought that she wouldn't fall for.

"I think I like you better with this black bob cut on you. It highlights your features more." Jimin proceeded as her fingers now slowly glides through Minjeong's hair.

It was a statement for Minjeong. A statement directed to her parents and to herself. The decision for her to cut her hair short and dye it to its natural color after the dinner with Jimin was the beginning of changes and acceptance.

Changes that are going to redirect her whole life considering how much her future depends on her parent