It feels oddly domestic and perfect — this unconscious dynamic — even romantic in a sense; just two sleep-deprived students willingly screwing their lives for a chance at a profession that wouldn't even bat an eyelash if they dropped dead. Yeah, very romantic.

“I think that’s how love is supposed to be,” Jimin shrugs, “see, this is the problem. There’s a thin line between bravery and stupidity and you keep on mistaking one for the other.” Jimin tilts her head, pouts a little, and it does nothing good for Minjeong’s heart, “It’s not stupid. It’s brave actually. To know that there’s an endless possibility of you getting hurt multiple times, and still going for it regardless.” or, Minjeon

Jimin wants to cry, out of appreciation and love –  maybe some frustration too because Minjeong is so understanding and she sees Jimin in a way she can’t even do herself. So she did, she cried, with Minjeong holding her lithe frame in a hug and whispering sweet nothings into her ear, she poured her heart out, bled dry and open under the cold shower with strong arms locked on her torso, not letting go. or, Jimin is figuring her life out in the city and Minjeong is there to help her.

Minjeong fell in love twice. 

Minjeong’s hands slip up and down behind her back, covering each space, leaving hot marks all over Jimin’s skin, making her shallow breaths even slower, more ragged. Each press of Minjeong’s thumb sends her spiraling into oblivion. Fingernails grazing ever so slightly it drove Jimin mad.   (or Minjeong gave Jimin a well deserved massage and fluffy crack ensues.)

Winter stayed put, watching Karina say her vows. And even then, her heart still flutters, taking it all.