Scene seventeen: of...losing?

" Min! Holy , you did great out there! You're definitely getting a personal record with that, no doubt." The raven haired woman ran over, engulfing the younger woman in a tight bear hug.

"Yeah...thanks, Jimin." The slightly dejected tone of the coral haired woman didn't slip past the older.

"Minjeong, you did great. You're a podium finisher, all we need to see if the recorded times." Holding Winters arms, Jimin bent down, meeting the eyes of the young swimmer, capturing Minjeong in all her glory, slightly wet hair, even after all the towel drying the athlete had done in the locker rooms.

The hair colour that slightly washed out from all the swimming and the chlorine, the skin and arms of the younger that was slightly cold to the touch, the reddened cheeks, the gradually fading prunes on her fingers.

This was the sight of Minjeong that Jimin loved the most. Beautiful, or was it pretty? Mesmerising? Enchanting? Lovely? Heart capturing perhaps, a reminder to when the two had first met, Minjeong popping her head out of the swimming pool, immediately making eye contact with the bored part time lifeguard on duty, Jimin.

In those few moments before the at the time obsidian haired swimmer had dived back in, Jimin's heart was captured.

At the first glance.

Perhaps it was a special ability Winter had, although t