i'm yours to keep | winrina

- 4

Jimin collapses on her bed, exhausted. The first part of the garden was complete, though at the cost of her skin burning under the sun despite all the sunblock she applied throughout the day. Even Minjeong's skin wasn't spared the sun's wrath.

She grabs a pillow and puts it over her face, stifling a groan. Alright, so she noticed how good the delinquent looked in those cut-offs short jeans and sleeveless band shirt. She'd like to blame it on sunstroke, but even she's not in that much denial. Everyone at school knows Kim Minjeong is good looking despite— or perhaps because— her beauty is unconventional.

That short blonde hair of hers is usually an unruly mess, even if it's occasionally held back in a cute small ponytail. Her cute ass smile is crooked, tilting more towards the left than maybe it should.

But those bright brown eyes are undeniably gorgeous, and are probably responsible for getting her out of trouble countless times. And of course the rest of her body is equally nice— Jimin tosses the pillow at the ceiling and catches it when it falls back towards her.

Stupid. This is so stupid.

The last thing she needs is a hopeless crush on a troublemaker who's only helping her as a way to buy her silence.

The thought sobers her, and she wonders if there was some truth to her dad's words about Minjeong. Surely she can't be so— so fun and charming and interesting without a catch. Not that Jimin really wants to accept that her dad might be right about something now.

She scowls deeply, relieved he's currently out of the house. Over dinner last night, he held yet another one-sided 'discussion' with her about what her college major would be. Engineering or architecture were her only options, at least as far as he was concerned. He refused to hear her arguments about degrees in environmental science or forest resources conservation, had actually pounded his fist on the table to silence her.

"Those are the only two degrees I will pay for." He had said firmly, unclenching his fist. "And I'm tired of you pushing this 'save the forest' nonsense."

Jimin went to her room shortly after that. Her dinner left untouched on the table. Even now, she couldn't stop fuming over his words. It's her future, isn't it? How dare he just blow off what she wanted to do with it. She wouldn't be pigeon holed into some degree and occupation just to make him happy.

There were scholarships she could apply for, or maybe she would work her way through her degree instead of accepting her dad's money—

A crash, followed by the sound of broken glass echoing down the hall, jolts her from her thoughts. She's out of her bed in an instant, heart beating fast. Was there an intruder in the house? Did someone from school come to vandalize the house again?

As quietly as she can, she takes a broom stick, prepared to defend herself should anyone come through her door.

Unexpectedly, a light tapping sound rattles her window. Whatever is making the sound is repeated, this time with a little more force. Lowering the broom stick, Jimin side-eyes the window suspiciously. After only a moment of hesitation and against her better judgement, she brushes aside her curtains and looks outside.

The glow of the full moon illuminates Minjeong, who's about to throw an item in her hand before spotting Jimin. She drops what appears to be a rock to wave both of her hands over her head.

I should have known.

A sigh of relief passes through Jimin, but she's still angry from being startled. "What the hell, Minjeong?" She hisses when she opens her window.