i'm yours to keep | winrina

- 2

Jimin bites nervously at her lower lip as she continues to pace around her room. Her phone is in hand, a text waiting to be sent. The cursor blinks expectantly, ready for her to either add more words or be delivered to Minjeong.

Meet me at SME Cafe tomorrow morning at 9.

That doesn't sound too weird, right? If anything, it almost sounds like she's asking Minjeong on a date, which is— simply preposterous. Absurd, even. Anyways, she's sure Minjeong would be a terrible date—trying to act all tough, scoffing at the shop's interior, turning her nose up at anything that isn't bitter, black coffee.

Because that's what delinquents do, according to her dad. They put on a huge show of being 'subversive, destructive, and unapologetic'— the phrase he always used in relation to Minjeong or any of her friends. Judging from her behavior yesterday, Minjeong fits at least two of those descriptors.

"This is stupid." Jimin mutters to herself, finally mustering up the resolve to press 'send'. She exhales, trying to stop her heart from beating so fast. She's not asking Minjeong on a date; there is a very legitimate reason to meet at the coffee shop, one that doesn't actually involve drinking coffee.

Though if they happen to order drinks and sit down together, she wouldn't complain too much.

Snap out of it, she vehemently shakes her head. You've only had one conversation with her, there's no reason to be excited to see her again. And who's to say this isn't another prank of hers? She probably won't even reply—

And of course that's the moment she receives a text from Minjeong.

Sure thing flower girl :)

Well that's— a much nicer response than she would have assumed. Not one hint of reluctance or annoyance, plus she got a nickname and a smiley face.

Her lips curve into a smile and she holds the phone to her chest for a moment before remembering herself. Why has she suddenly turned into a giddy girl at the prospect of meeting with Kim Minjeong, of all people?

Subversive, destructive, unapologetic.

That's all Kim Minjeong is. She has to remember why she's even meeting with her in the first place— has to remember the toilet paper still stuck in the tree's branches, the bleach staining the grass and killing the plants in her garden.

The purpose of this whole thing is to create a beautiful new garden to replace the one Minjeong destroyed. She's not going to have fun or enjoy her time with Minjeong's company. This is purely business. Nothing more, nothing less.

If only she can convince her fluttering nerves of that.

—

9am in the summer might as well be dawn, Minjeong decides as she rubs residual sleepiness from her eyes. She's somehow four minutes early to the coffee shop, despite having to bike a few miles to get here. She adjusts her cap so the brim is backwards on her head, and makes her way into the coffee shop after locking up her bike.

She's never been to this particular coffee shop before and she looks around in interest. It's small and chic, with plush sofas and soft indie music playing through hidden speakers. Most of the patrons don't pay her any mind, but there are a few who curl their lips at the sight of her torn jeans and general sweatiness.

Oh right, this is why she doesn't like coming to this side of town. It might have the nicer shops and attractions, but the people tended to be privileged dicks.