Moving On With You, Jinjoo

45: Still Here

After a long day's worth of presentations, and listening to student's experiences during their internships, Minju was finally able to take a break. 

Exiting the classroom, she bumped into Eunseo who came out of the class next to hers.

"How did it go?" The older girl asked, putting her hair into a ponytail.

Minju kept her notes in her tote bag and said, "If only it was present and leave, it would've been so much better."

"Sat for too long?" Eunseo chuckled, dismissing the stale air between them when she recalled what the end of the internship was like for Minju. "How about a drink? To keep your mind off things for a bit."

"What things?"

"I mean," the older girl nudged her shoulder lightly. "Jiyeon will be there."

"I'm not third wheeling."

"Yujin—"

"I have a shift later," Minju cut her off. "I'll head off first."

Eunseo watched her beeline towards the entrance of the building without turning back, wondering what she had said wrong.

—

Restlessly swiping the cloth back and forth the counter, from side to side, Minju glanced at her phone settled next to her. She was waiting, but what for? It's not like she'd receive anything from Yujin and she respected her decision for wanting some time alone, not sure how long.

A ping from her phone made her heart race. Unfortunately, it was an advertisement email she had forgotten to unsubscribe from.

The brunette sighed, letting the quietness of the night spread throughout the cafe.

For the past week, she used up one or two days dragging Chaewon out of her groove—expanding the cafe's market with the help of Hyewon's network. And also to separate them for a bit because they're constantly stuck to each other's hips, they were giving Minju an eyesore.

But Hyewon eventually managed to tag along when they decided to blow off some steam at the arcade—something Minju hadn't done in years. Truth be told, the brunette realised she couldn't escape from being the light bulb when ALL (the only two) of her friends were hopeful romantics.

As easy as she thought it might be to not constantly think about Yujin's well-being, she failed terribly and sucked at the whole no-contact thing and let Yujin embrace solitude. She was miserable. Too attached. But of course, she still had her shit together.

"Did the two of you fight?" Yuri came from the back kitchen, deciding to help out when she heard Minju was taking the closing shift for Chaewon.

Grasped from her daydream, the brunette hummed, "Hm?"

Settling on the chair, Yuri goes, "Yujin." She leaned into the chair. "Because you are disturbingly quiet." She inched forward, putting her elbows above the counter as if she could make the girl talk. "For the whole week."

"We didn't," Minju said. "We—"

The sound of the door opening caught their attention. As usual, the brunette's heart tingled thinking it was Yujin who appeared at the most spontaneous timings but no.