Winrina Drabbles

(8) A Star Stole My Heart

A star stole my heart, and I let her get away with it.

If Jimin had to describe Minjeong, in the literal and metaphorical sense, she was a star. With her honey-like voice that had a hint of soul, her avid dancing, and how she practically leaked with charisma, it was only right to call her one. She was destined to be on the big stage, and Jimin would like to say that she was destined to be with her, too. Minjeong became the brightest beam in Jimin's life, being the sun in her mornings and the moon that lit up her night sky.

Due to the many trainees who clamored for Minjeong's attention, Jimin thought that there would never be a chance to be friends. To her surprise, it was Minjeong who made the first move. Everything happened too fast with her, yet also felt so natural. Jimin couldn't explain the feeling.

"We've known each other for weeks now, but you still act like we just met." Minjeong skipped down the empty street, making her bag's colorful charms clicked against each other.

"What are you talking about?" Jimin followed closely behind, her arm spreading out now and then in case Minjeong trips on her feet.

"You still jump whenever I hold your hand, and you get super quiet sometimes, and it makes me think you're getting annoyed with me." Minjeong stops in her tracks to face the older girl with a smile. "What's up with that, Unnie?"

Crap.

There was no way Jimin was going to admit how Minjeong's soft hand in hers made her heart want to explode, or how her beauty just made her go speechless sometimes and sometimes happened to be right now. Minjeong had her head tilted to the side as she waited for Jimin's response, a response the latter was afraid she wouldn't return.

The younger girl looked ethereal under the yellow street light, easily taking her breath away. The light bounced off her brown hair, giving her a halo effect, and her eyes seemed to glow a honey gold, and her smile...

"Unnie, hey!" Minjeong waves a hand in front of Jimin's face, sending the older girl back down to earth. "See, you're doing it again!"

Minjeong huffs and continues to walk down the street. "If you don't like anything I do, you could just say so. You never said anything, so I assumed you were fine with it. I don't want things to be weird between us because I'm starting to like being with you."

The girls stop before the pedestrian lane, seeing as the light was still red. At that hour, no cars were passing through, allowing them to feel the stillness of the night.

"I like Minjeong-ah, too," Jimin confesses quietly, inching closer to Minjeong's side to slip their hands together. "So, don't ever let go of my hand."

Or my heart.

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A star stole my heart, and she's breaking it to pieces.

"I don't know, you tell me!"

The door slams, and footsteps trudge into the dark living room. The moonlight seeps through the sheer curtains, lighting the room enough for Minjeong to see where the couch was. Anger burned in her veins, and her hands clench into fists.