Occasionally, some of those nights in which she stays home alone, when silence becomes overwhelming, when the small apartment she lives in feels too big, or her bed feels too cold, Jisoo wonders how she got to agree on a relationship of that kind. An “open relationship”, they used to call it. A concept that, some time ago, to Seo Jisoo was ludicrously foreign. However, back then, Seo Jisoo did not plan to bump in Lee Mijoo’s way, and she definitely did not plan to fall head over heels for her.

Occasionally, when the coffee cools too soon, when she feels the wind sneaking in through the door groove, when she hears the ‘tick tock’ from the clock or when she sets only one plate on the table, Jisoo wonders how she got to agree on a relationship of that kind. And she sighs. A heavy and naturalized sigh. Because she knows it was for her.

Lee Mijoo is a liberal-minded person. Liberal, or maybe just free. Official, romantic relationships or engagements don’t make any sense to her, and don’t even get her started about marriage. To Mijoo, there is nothing more ridiculous. An excuse to deprive her of her freedom to relate with whoever she likes, however she likes. Jisoo’s known it from the very beginning, but the only thing she wanted was to be with Mijoo. The only thing she wanted was, in fact, not a thing, but Mijoo.

That’s why she accepted her rules. Since she didn't want to, by any chance, take Mijoo’s freedom away, nor did she want to change the things she believed in. She just wanted to give Mijoo whatever she needed. She wanted a minute with Mijoo because it was better than spending two without her.  She wanted to get her in trouble and take all the blame, she wanted to get to know her thoughts, she wanted to breathe from her words. Jisoo just wanted to love her, whatever way Mijoo allowed her to. Otherwise, what would she do? What would she do with the love she had for the slightly younger girl? She couldn’t get rid of it, she couldn’t help falling for Mijoo. Jisoo can’t help falling for Mijoo when her  smile is so bright that could blind her, when the look in her eyes is so warm that could melt even the stiffest of hearts, and her voice... her voice is suffocating, and Jisoo wants to drawn in it. Her mind is so wide, so fascinating, and her heart is one of gold, but every now and again it will turn to gray.

Mijoo is marvelous. She is kind and polite; she is fun and ambitious, capable of achieving whatever she is willing to, with honesty; she is modest, undoubtedly charismatic and a little crazy –she’s always had this fascination for socks; most of hers are purple, even though her favorite color is orange. She enjoys laying on the floor, just to rest; and likes eating graves before going to bed at night. She is always looking at the bright side of every situation, merely because she doesn’t want to worry, but how ironically, she’s afraid of everything –especially of birds. Mijoo’s never been much of a fan of animals, she’s much more fascinated by human beings. She surely would’ve loved to major in Psychology but, just like a child, she can’t stay still, and her passion for dancing has always been way stronger. She's the perfect woman, Jisoo believes. But suddenly Mijoo would change, and Jisoo only wants to cry.

Jisoo knows, she knows than one night Mijoo will whisper to her the most sincere I love yous, and disappear the following morning, with no good-morning kiss; leaving Jisoo there, hoping her love for the nomad girl won’t show too much. Because she knows. Jisoo knows that Mijoo will give her an olive, and an arrow through her back.

“Take  a coat if you’re going out, it’s cold” the slightly younger girl advices while she herself fits a white, leather coat to her body and arranges her hair in front of the mirror that’s next to the coat rack, near the door.

Jisoo is already wearing a long, thick sweater with sleeves that almost cover her entire hands, only allowing the tips of her delicate fingers to be seen. However, she’s not planning to go out. Instead, she sets heserlf on the small couch that’s in front of the TV and pretends to watch Toys Story 2. She presses her knees against her chest and bites her lower lip, contemplating on whether or not to say what she has in mind, before her girlfriend leaves and forgets about her once again, God knows for how long.

Mijoo grabs her bag and the keys she had left on the table. Jisoo watches her, thinks she looks beautiful, as ever. And almost unconsciously her lips part, and then she speaks.

“Mijoo”.

The black-haired stops on her tracks and looks directly at the willowy figure that was huddling between the cushions on the couch.

“Stay. Please.”

Mijoo sets her keys back on the table, next to them she leaves her bag, and so she takes off her coat, and hangs it on the rack. She heads to the couch and her long hair soon lands on the older girl’s lap, as her long legs adjust to the length of the seat.

“Toys Story is my favorite”.

But Mijoo would never leave if Jisoo asked her to stay.

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A/N: So... I don't think this is a songfic? But yes, I obviously got the inspiration from Nick Jonas' song. Anyway, how was it?

I'm sorry for any grammar mistakes and stuff, English is not my first language and this is actually a story I wrote and posted about an year ago in Spanish, and now that Jisoo's finally debuted (omg, yes, my precious baby<3) I just thought I should translate it and post it English.

I love Misoo. Please love and ship Misoo.