Under the sky in room 553 I discovered you and I

Part 5

Since then, it has been a recurring habit to visit the park whenever they celebrated their birthdays. Minjeong would always use Jimin's name as an excuse with her parents, telling them 'unnie takes good care of me, don't worry!' and 'I don't want to hang out with other kids, just Jimin unnie!'.Every time the older girl would show up at her doorstep, no matter the time nor circumstance; as long as she had that bright grin on her face, Minjeong would undoubtedly follow her anywhere.

It was a cold December morning when Jimin almost broke her door bell with her ruthless rings. "Kim Minjeong, come out!"

"Coming!" Yelled a hyper Minjeong, hastily wrapping her scarf around her neck and putting on her winter boots. she was out the door in no time, coming face to face with a grumbling Jimin by her house gate. The older was beginning to grow taller than her, and now Minjeong had to adjust to habitually looking up whenever they were close. In a way, she was envious.

"Don't make me wait for you in the cold again, are you going to be responsible if I freeze to death?" The older rolled her eyes, pulling her beanie down to cover her ears. Minjeong just chuckled, nudging herplayfully as they began taking the familiar route to the park. The roads were all coated with a thin layer of ice, and snow piled like little mountains as they were shoved off the pavement.

It only took them two rounds of bickering back and forth to reach the park this time. As they made their way to the maple tree, the snow began to deepen past their ankles, their little bodies looking far more lonesome in the middle of the once green field that was now a clear terrain of snow.

Jimin was a few steps ahead of the younger—one of her many newfound perks of having longer legs-and was not paying attention to Minjeong slowly drifting behind as she mindlessly hiked her way to the maple tree.

And that was her first grave mistake-because when she didn't stop to turn back, a massive snowball was hauled at her at full speed.

Losing balance, Jimin cried out, falling face first into the two feet of white in front of her.Even submerged in freezing temperature, she could still hear the maniacal laughter of the younger from a distance.

"Oh, Kim Minjeong, you are going to regret this!" she exclaimed in rage that was both too exaggerated and authentic at the same time when she stood up again. The older didn't even bother to dust the snow off her front; a speckle sitting on her now angrily red nose as she rushed to grapple a fistful of snow.

The girl in question was standing some distance away behind her, visibly bent over with hands holding her stomach.Minjeong felt like she was going to pass out from laughing too hard, but she couldn't stop; not when Jimin looked so outrageously furious like that. "Am I? Try to get me, then! You can't! Boo!"

"Well, it is on!" Hollered the latter as the large snowball in her hand was finally coming to fruition. "This is the number one basketball player of our middle school you're messing with."

And Minjeongwas so occupied laughing that she failed to catch what she said; because the next thing she knew, she was seeing white.

From Jimin's view, the way Minjeong melodramatically fell back was pure comedic gold. Now it was her turn to be bent over laughing; their only voices being the sole indications of life breathed into the stoic, tranquil park.

"Yu Jimin, you are so dead!" Yelled the younger girl when her head finally peeked out of the snow. she looked like a little polar bear with hrt white beanie, and Jimin cooed. "If I die, then who's going to play with you? Huh?"

"If I don't kill you myself, I hope you live such a boring life that once I'm gone that you'll regret ever doing this to me!" Minjeong yelled just before another snowball was thrown, and she was submerged once again. Then there was another, before she could retaliate; and another.

Minutes stretched into hours, and laughter gave way to exhausted pants. The once perfect body of untouched snow now had numerous plunges of footsteps in them. Even though the sun was barely out, to Jimin and Minjeong, it felt like spring.

They were thirteen.