Moving On With You, Jinjoo

23: Flashback

As winter's icy grip begins to loosen its hold, nature awakens from its slumber with a gentle and gradual transformation. The final hours of the day filtered through the windows, lighting up the white walls of the apartment.

Minju stood in front of a full-length mirror, hands busy alternating the two tops she was choosing to put on. An orange sweater and a white turtle neck. As she was making up her mind, the door beeps a few times, signalling someone's entrance.

She walked to the railing, peeking down to see Wonyoung looking for her. "Up here."

The taller girl looked up and smiled. "Are you ready?"

"Come help me pick."

Walking up the small flight of stairs, Wonyoung says, "They've seen you so many times babe. Just wear anything comfortable."

"This, or this?" Minju asked her to pick, showing her the tops she was holding.

Wonyoung bent down slightly, making her way to the bed. She shifted the few pieces of clothing, seeing how much effort the girl was putting in for a family dinner back at her parent's place.

She sat on the edge, eyes alternating between the two pieces of clothing before looking at Minju. "You want me to pick?" She saw a nod and pointed at the brunette. "You."

"I'm being serious."

"I am too." Wonyoung chuckles, looking at the oversized blazer next to her. "Pair it with this if you're going with the turtle neck." She handed it to Minju who hung the orange sweater over the chair.

Minju voiced a soft okay, taking the turtle neck off the hanger. Wonyoung watched as the girl took off her oversized shirt. "I'm fine too if you choose not to wear anything." Her small, devious smirk earned her a shirt to the face. She breathes a chuckle, hands folding the shirt.

"Your whole family's going to be there, Won." And that includes the girl's relatives Minju has yet to meet. It was a big dinner, in fact. Today's the day that marks the birth of the man of the house, Wonyoung's father. Even after five years, the brunette has yet to get used to all the mansions and cars Wonyoung's family owned. Going to their place felt like entering a palace. The land of the complexity.

Minju adjusts the collar of the blazer. "This is the least I could do."

Wonyoung goes behind her, slipping her arms around her waist and resting her chin on the girl's shoulder. "Even if you don't do anything, they're going to love you. They will love you. I'll make sure of it." She presses a soft kiss on Minju's jaw before looking at her through the mirror. "I'll make sure they see what lies beyond this pretty face of yours."

Wonyoung felt an elbow hitting her stomach before standing up, legs shoulder-width apart to prevent her head from hitting the ceiling. She cups Minju's face to see that pretty blush painted across her cheeks. "Absolutely beautiful." She admires her before giving her a gentle kiss on her lips.

Minju wasn't given a chance to respond when Wonyoung greeted her with a tug on her waist, bringing her body closer, and deepening the kiss. The lingering warmth of the girl's floral scent merely brings back the moments they shared, being this close to each other. The way it swirled with the jasmine Minju wore only drew Wonyoung closer to the girl, wanting more than just a taste.

But their schedule stopped them or more like a soft tap to Wonyoung's chest which made her pause her attack on Minju's lips. "We're going to be late." The brunette whispers a breath away, feeling Wonyoung's hands slide onto hips.

Her little pout earned her a peck to her jaw before Minju slipped away to change out her bottoms.

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