Jimin wiped her tears that seemed like they couldn't stop. She repeatedly ordered her brain to hamper her lacrimal system - it still didn't stop. It was embarrassing and annoying to cry and smile like an idiot at the same time.
She excused herself to the toilet not far from the cafeteria. She calmed down a bit and checked herself in the mirror. Her eyes and cheeks were red, she quickly fixed her makeup and huffed a breath.
She didn't hear the first statement of love directly from Minjeong. She thought Minjeong hated her, she almost believed it that they were over - done. She considered giving up for good, it'd hurt so much, but at least they won't hang up in some uncertainty anymore.
Now all was out of the oven.
"She's in love with me," she whispered in disbelief.
The fact still baffled her. She wondered why it felt so good to hear that Minjeong was actually in love with her from a group of gossipy nurses. Shouldn't she be mad because of it?
If it was just a bunch of coquettish girls who accidentally caused her to know about it already made her fly to the seventh sky, what would she became if Minjeong straightly confessed to her?
Die.
Yeah, that probably will happen.
Suddenly, all the misery and loneliness vanished in an instant. She can't take it anymore, she had been patient for days and now keeping the silence for understanding won't do. She gathered all her stuff and stomped her way back to her table.
As if the universe finally gave her a favor, Minjeong walked in into the cafeteria. She didn't go to the queue to order some food. Instead, she stood by the vending machine and picked up a snack and a cup of coffee.
It was her third coffee for today, Jimin wouldn't be mistaken. She saw Minjeong slurred up her morning coffee before she came to see her father at 08.13 a.m., she managed to get a glimpse of Minjeong threw away the coffee's plastic cup when she visited her patient at 12.17 p.m. and now within two hours later she wanted to drink another coffee.
Jimin moved from her chair and marched her way towards Minjeong.
The short girl was going to pick up her coffee when a voice refrained her from doing so.
"Don't," she said. "Too much coffee is not good for you."
Minjeong sighed. She ignored Jimin and took her coffee.
The lawyer forcefully grabbed the cup and tossed it into the trash can.
"Jimin, what the-" Minjeong sent her a disapproving look.
"You're coming home with me," she forcefully nudged Minjeong's arm.
"I have work to do!" Minjeong hissed, not wanting to attract attention.
"Yeah, like you can use your hand," she calmly replied.
"Jimin, stop." Minjeong yanked her arm. "What are you doing?!" She scowled.
"Either you come home with me or find us a place to talk," she spoke with an evident authority tone.
"I can't do this now," Minjeong looked away.
"Then when can you? I'm not going to have more sleepless nights and pathetically lying on your bed, holding your pillow, aching for you, hoping that you'd come home and finding it's just wishful thinking the next day. I can't have the same box of ice cream for longer than three days in the fridge because you're not there to eat it. I don't want to watch a sappy cheesy soap opera and not listen to your endless criticism about it."
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Fanfiction"The whole idea was a mess, in fact it was stupid. To get married with someone who's practically a stranger to me was already an absurd concept. But having a child with her was another level of ridiculousness." - Kim Minjeong - [ Winrina Adaption ]...
