“Yoonji? Yo-Yoo-onji? Uh, c-can you co-ome t-to thee to-toilet-ts, s-second floor?” Jimin cried down the line, sitting in a toilet stand, unlocking the door, but holding it closed herself while waiting for the older to appear.

The other just hummed as a response, and Jimin was left to listen as she asked permission to go to the toilets. After getting her permission granted, she then rushed out of the class. “I’m coming, open the door for me.”

Yoonji walked to the second-floor toilets, ending the phone call as she softly called “Minnie?”, walking to the stall that just opened up a small bit, “Can I come in?”

“Y-yeah.” She heard soft sobbing as she opened the door and walked in, closing and locking the stall behind her. She saw the younger sitting on the toilet, the lid closed and just on. “I’m blee-bleeding, Yoonie, from there,”

“Oh, it’s okay, Minnie, it’s normal, every female does, it’s just your period, it’s okay,” Yoonji tries to explain, half-hugging Jimin, going through her school bag with the other hand. She managed to fetch a small bag from there, white with pink linings, and from there she took out a pad, telling Jimin what to do with it and asking if she wanted her to leave. She didn’t. Jimin carefully put the pad on its place and redressed herself while Yoonji called the younger’s mother, asking for Mrs. Park to call the school to inform the girls had left.

They walked to Yoonji’s because there they could be alone longer than at Jimin’s, where Jihyun, Jimin’s little brother, would soon arrive from school. Junki wouldn’t be home tonight, he was at a party with his friends and Yoonji’s mom usually worked till very late.

“Do you want ice cream, Minnie?” the older asked, holding her best friend’s hand as they entered the apartment. The younger nodded as she let go, walking towards Yoonji’s room to change into comfier clothes that Yoonji had in her closet, also taking a fresh pair of . She went to their bathroom to change, finding a box of pads from the closet under the sink and taking one. Maybe she would survive with this for now.

She walked back to Yoonji who was now only wearing her school stockings and the undershirt, having discarded her shorts and blouse on top of the kitchen chair placed next to the door of the living room. Sh