Enemies, to Lovers, to Enemies again? [part 1]

chapter 3

Minjeong's POV:

It was fun to hang with her. I can't believe how fast the time went by. Two hours? The way she explained the questions. I was finally getting it for the first time. When she said it. I never understood algebra so easily. It's something in her voice.

I like her name. Jimin. Yu Jimin. Imagine us together. Yu Jimin and Kim Minjeong. It sounds cool. The thing is, I've never told anyone I like girls. I think I should tell her. Maybe I should text her. Nope. Nope. Bad idea, Minjeong. She might go around spreading rumours that the most popular girl in school is lesbian.

She got close to me at lunch. But I pulled away. I feel this magnetic pulse inbetween us. And it feels like I could never leave her. I wanted to stay with her forever. I mean it's been almost a two weeks since she came to this school. But I already felt it.

I called her contact name "Math helper". I know that's weird. But I just can't call her something cringey. Or else she might find out. That she's fine. I mean her hair. Her lips. Her waist. Her hands. I mean, I can't tell her that more than anything I want to put my hands in her hair. That I want to kiss her lips. I want to hold her waist. I want to touch her hands.

I guess I'll just have to act like her friend until I have to tell her. It's too early for her to turn away from me now. I can't let her leave me. I can't live without her.

Jimin's POV:

It's been two months. Two months since I joined this new school. And I feel like I'm at home. With Minjeong being my friend, times are going so fast. She's actually super funny. But last week, something happened.

We happened to be walking the alleys, with us sharing a cigarette. Her taking a few draws, and then me. And these people walked up to us. Men. Tall men who looked like they were in their thirties. Suddenly we shrunk. Minjeong grabbed my hand. In fear, she grabbed my waist. I was wearing a crop-top. She touched my bare skin.

"Sharing a cigarette, are we ladies," they chuckled. "Acting a bit lesbian, aren't we?" We blushed. I only ever smoked once in a while. But now whenever I smoke, I think about Minjeong. Her touching my waist. The feeling of her hand in mine.

We ran from them, still holding hands. I stared at the bond. I felt like I could never let go. That she was attatched to me and I could never leave her. She threw the cigarette on the ground, crushing it with her foot.

But I think about that time a lot. More nowadays. Of us running for our lives, holding hands. And feeling as though I could never let go of her. Ever. It felt like it was meant to be. We were meant to be. Forever, we had to be together. No matter what. I need her, and she needed me. We wanted eachother. But we both didn't know how to say it. I mean two girls.