Jimin crouches down to be at her eye level. A lot of people tried to coerce her into joining different organizations, but Jimin didn’t even ask about her power. She’s waiting patiently, eyes as warm as the small glob of fire hovering over her shoulder.
“Which side are you on?” Minjeong asks. It feels like a defeat already.
“The one that keeps me alive.”
cross-posted from ao3!