Jimin's POV
I have to go to Meiling's house today. What made lying to Minjeong even worse was that we also had a fight today. But she did thank about me taking her to the soccer, and we made out a little bit. Anyways, the fight was about what we were going to eat for dinner. You see, there was only ramen in the cupboard, nothing else to eat, but Minjeong was sick of eating ramen, so she spent our money on take out. We promised each other that when we got out of this place that we would go somewhere better. She said maybe Tokyo.
Now, I was using Google Maps to navigate my way to Meiling's apartment. I had taken so long to choose something to wear, though, for some reason. I ended up wearing a crop top and shorts.
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(this is what she was wearing)
And then I finally came face to face with the expensive part of South Korea. The part with huge lavish apartments and the market nearby, with K-pop companies and film studios around. I turned the corner to a street that was massive, filled with huge apartments, cherry blossom trees and the tram going by. I hopped onto the tram, and it took at least 7 minutes to get to her house like that.
Finally, I was at her apartment door, ringing the doorbell. And then she opened the door. She stood there for a while, scanning me up and down. I even caught her looking at my lips. She was a dress, and looked like a celebrity while I looked like I was at home.
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(this is what meiling was wearing)
"Hi," I mumbled, trying to escape the awkward silence.
"Annyeong," she said, welcoming me in. "So, what do you need me for?"
"I thought, you know we're just friends, we should hang out, you know?" I said awkwardly. "Do you have anyone coming over?" I looked up and down at her dress.
"No, this is what I wear at home," she answered, raising her eyebrows. I nodded sheepishly. "Ok, so since you're here, what do you want to do?"
"I don't know really," I mumbled while scratching the back of my head. "It's your house, you get to decide."
And then we started playing Truth or Dare. Honestly, I don't get why people like that game. Most of the truths are intimate, and the dares are like "text your ex i miss you".
"Truth or dare?" she giggled.
"Dare," I replied.
"I dare you to... I dare you to text your best friend that you have a crush on them, and that you love them." Of course, I chose Minjeong. She watched above while I did it. "Good. My turn. Truth."
"Have you ever kissed a guy?"
"No," she said. "Kissing them is just disgusting. OK, your turn. Hmmmm. Have you ever had a boyfriend?"
"No."
"Can I ask one more thing?"
"Sure," I shrugged.
"Have you... I don't know how to say this," she huffed. "Have you ever kissed a girl?" I must have looked shocked, because she was apologising to me a billion times.
"No. Yes." I swear I saw her smirk. It was so quiet in the room that I could hear the air. "I'm going to make food, what do you have?" She got up and led me to the pantry.
"There's tteokbokki. There's kimbap, there's ramen, there's anything you could wish for, princess." Princess??
"Thanks Meiling."
"You can me MeiMei." she winked. Meiling showed me where the rest of the pans and stuff were and I got to making a feast. I literally made everything that I found in the pantry. It was getting late, though, and I needed to get back to Minjeong.
"MeiMei," I called. "I need to get back to my house soon. It's getting late."
"Stay a little a later," she cried.
"Fine." I looked at her sad expression, and I saw that she changed into different clothes. They were a little more revealing. As I stirred some soup, she came up behind me and hugged my waist.
"Hi," she whispered into my ear, so close I felt her breath on my face. I felt my entire face going red as she started playing with my hair. "Do you want me to give you a massage? Your muscles seem a little tight." She punched my back playfully.
"Yes," I squealed faster than the speed of light. "After eating." I knew I had a girlfriend, but my muscles did feel a little tight. It wouldn't hurt would it?
After inhaling the food, we headed for her room, and she back-hugged me one more time. I saw she closed the door and locked it.
"Lay on the bed," she ordered, and I did so. "On your front." I was so happy that I wasn't facing her, because I was blushing so hard. I felt her weight on me as she sat on my legs.
"That's feels so much better," I sighed, living the moment. After a while of massaging, she turned me the other way.
"I think you should sleep over tonight."
"Of course," I mumbled. I quickly texted Minjeong that I would be sleeping over, and she said she was fine with it.
"And you're sleeping in the same bed as me, not in the other guest rooms," she whispered, winking. I went to the bathroom, which was lavish. It was so bright, and the vanity was made out of marble. Marble. I texted Minjeong for some time, telling her I loved her. She said she loved me back.
I slowly walked into the room, still looking down at my phone. I looked up, not expecting to see anything. And then I screamed. What had I just seen? I screeched a couple more times, and I fell to the ground. Minjeong, I'm so sorry.
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