Minjeong mentors the girl she volunteered for.

Minjeong bats her eyelashes. “You’re charming me, Miss Yu.” “Oh, Miss Kim, I wouldn’t dream of it.” A landmine. A landmine over a landmine over a landmine. Minjeong steps on them, willingly, because she likes the teasing lilt of Jimin’s voice around her name, and suddenly the hours poured into scouring the embassy for morsels of information dwarf against the sudden magnetism that pulls her to Jimin.

Jimin crouches down to be at her eye level. A lot of people tried to coerce her into joining different organizations, but Jimin didn’t even ask about her power. She’s waiting patiently, eyes as warm as the small glob of fire hovering over her shoulder. “Which side are you on?” Minjeong asks. It feels like a defeat already. “The one that keeps me alive.”

Minjeong's life can clearly be separated into two parts: before Yoo Jimin won the Olympics and after.

Out of every single city of the country, Jisu managed to find Yeji here.

It’s comforting to think Jimin is always backstage, waiting for her. But maybe Minjeong takes her for granted because once, the curtains fall, and Jimin is no longer there.

    It’s been a while since Irene had seen Joy blooming with happiness and love since her soulmate died. So when Irene met Wendy for the first time and during their handshake a little dandelion blossomed on her wrist--she decided not to say a word and step back to the sidelines.   Even if Wendy was her soulmate.