Before You Go

Favorite Person and Favorite Place

It didn't take long for Jimin to grow bolder and more comfortable with her advances when it came to Minjeong. Though, Minjeong doesn't really think anything has changed except the fact that Jimin really liked to kiss her.

A lot. Like a lot alot.

Not that Minjeong was complaining.

Maybe it was completely making her lose it internally, and slowly chipping away at her self control and strong borders.

But, she wasn't complaining. Not a peep.

In fact, she welcomed it very much. Although, Minjeong's never initiated these bold advances she speaks of. It's not like Jimin had struggled to do that for the both of them.

Nope. Jimin was all lips, and now, a little bit handsy too.

They've never talked about what this was yet. Minjeong was obviously avoiding it, and Jimin feared that if she brought it up, Minjeong would get scared and immediately pull away from whatever this was.

Jimin didn't want that.

Things were going well, and if Minjeong showed any sign of hesitance and fear, Jimin was quick to assure her that this didn't have to be something so serious.

Minjeong didn't think it was fair, but Jimin kept telling her, reassuring her that she was enjoying this.

"Her lips are so soft." She doesn't even notice the tightness of the blood pressure cuff squeezing her right bicep. Jimin lets out a breathy sigh, her legs swinging back and forth as it hangs over the assessment bed that she was on.

"Keep still, Jimin." Her aunt Irene tells her, giving her a stern look.

"Did I ever tell you that Minjeong really likes my hugs?" Jimin giggles to herself, a blush tinging her cheeks. "I mean she'll never admit it out loud because she's such a hard ass, but I know she does."

Irene shakes her head, smiling to herself. "I'm sure she does, sweetie. Your hugs are the best."

Jimin giggles to herself, her mind wandering to a certain girl and her sweet lips.

"She's getting her cast off today, did she tell you?"

A frown stops her giggles, "she did not."

Irene freezes, blinking with wide eyes. "Uh oh. Did I get her in trouble?"

"N-No," her frown turns into a pout, "s-she doesn't have to tell me everything. W-We're not even..." her words stop, but her pout remains. Irene only finds it cute, but saying that out loud would surely only upset the latter.

"She's still getting used to it." Irene settles to say, "having someone to tell things to. It must be hard to get used to. That poor girl."

Jimin has not forgotten. Although, she had been more and more curious about Minjeong's upbringing that has formed her to become this mysterious girl. All she knew about Minjeong was that she liked banana milk, had the voice of a songbird, and that she loved to take pictures. It was easy for her to read Minjeong from her demeanor, but she really never knows what the younger girl is thinking.

So when Jimin arrives back at school after her weekly doctor's appointment, she makes sure to ask Minjeong a question with her banana milk. And of course, a quick kiss that she surely would never pass up.

"So what's your answer?" Jimin asks, rocking from her heels and toes.

Minjeong looks at the green post-it and reads it aloud. "What is your favorite sound?"