Yujin love Fridays because Fridays meant sleepovers and, sleepovers meant cuddles all night. Dangerous? Maybe so, but if she had to risk her heart just to hold the girl she loved, she'd do it.

"Let's go?" Asked the younger, freshly washed from the shower, basketball bag hanging on her shoulder and a towel laying on top her damp, dark-blue hair. Minju met her eyes and nodded with a light smile, chuckling at the pink fluffy towel. The brunette reached up and helped Yujin dry hair with the towel,

"I'll brow dry your hair at home."

Home.

That's the feeling Yujin always felt whenever she was around Minju. Safe, secured, warm. Minju was her home. But, what was she to Minju?

The feeling she felt whenever Minju called Yujin's house home never failed to make her heart stutter nervously. It always caused a pink soft color to invade her pale cheeks but thankfully Minju never noticed it. But seeing an amusing glint in her eyes and tiny smirk on her y lips, Minju definitely saw the blush but never spoke of it.

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On the way home, Yujin always had the tendency to reach for Minju's other hands and hold it till they arrived home. They never explained or had a reason to explain why they did, they just did. Only this time, it wasn't Yujin that initiated the hand hold, it was Minju. While Yujin was changing the radio station, Minju had reached for her hand that twisted the knob and held her hand over her jean covered thigh.

It was sudden but Yujin said nothing. Instead, she met Minju's calm, gentle gaze and sent a warm smile. Yujin squeezed Minju's hand before driving home with a racing heart.

Home, such a lovely word.

"The new girl wouldn't stop talking about you while you practiced." Minju cut the silence with a knife. Yujin looked over for a second with a confusion swimming in her eyes before looking back towards the road.

"Chaewon?" 

"Who else?" Minju scoffed. If it wasn't for the way the older one held Yujin's hand so gently and if it wasn't for the way Minju played with end of Yujin's sleeve so cutely, Yujin would've believed the girls annoyance was directed to her. Yujin hummed, squeezing the hand again and fiddling their finger together,