It is home. Yet she admits it would feel better if she's home with Jimin.

Her eyes automatically close, wrapping her blue soft blanket around her, as she recalls every memory she has that she's in the girl's arms. Jimin is an angel. The sunshine. Yet, she's also a blanket, wrapping Minjeong's heart with warmth, the soft fabric reminding her of how it feels to be hugged by the girl, as if Minjeong's the most fragile thing on earth that needs to be handled with utmost care.