“Soo, how was your first school year?” Yoonji asked, blushing a bit just thinking about the fact that Jimin had been helping her with her reading through the year, as Yoonji had that thing with a hard name that made it really hard for her to read.

“I really like school!” Jimin giggled at the idea of being a second grader soon, right after the summer holidays and then she would learn a lot more stuff to teach to unnie! It was her favorite thing, to be able to help unnie read and learn to write new words every day after school.

“I really don’t...” Yoonji continued. It was embarrassing, she had needed to double the first grade and take extra reading and writing lessons after school plus have her best friend, someone two years younger than her, helping her with it! “I’m too stupid!”

“No! You’re not unnie! You just have dyl- dyx- dysx- dyslexia” Jiminie half-shouted, hugging the older and smiling, “But, don't worry about school now, unnie, let’s build our tent!”

They started building the tent Yoonji had gotten as a birthday gift earlier the same year and the girls had decided to camp their first week on the backyard of Jimin’s home. And so far it had just been a fun idea, but right now, building the tent, they felt like maybe they wouldn’t want to do it. It was already so hot and Yoonji really wanted to take her shirt off, but her mom had told her she couldn't, because girls always wear a shirt. Although she was wearing a training bra, which totally hadn’t been her idea but her mom’s. She said that as Yoonji’s s started getting a bit bigger, she would need to have something to support them so they wouldn’t start hurting. Also, everyone could see her s through her shirts and her mom said it’s ugly.

“C-can I take my shirt off, auntie?” she asked when Jimin’s mom walked out to have a look at the girls and give them some juice and cookies, to make the building easier and more fun.

“Of course you can, sweetie,” the mother of two smiled at the young girl, knowing that she was afraid of her own mother’s opinion. Mrs. Min would be mad if Yoonji was walking around without a shirt on.

“Thank you, Auntie,” Yoonji smiled, taking off her tunic and staying in her bralette-like training bra and knee-length purple shorts.

“Eomma! Can I take my shirt off too? Please?” Jimin smiled at her mom, eyes wide and pleading. And her mom smiled back, nodding, “Of course you can, sweetie-pie,”