What are we?

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Jeongyeon stepped out of the shower, her damp skin glistening in the soft glow of the bathroom. A single drop of water trickled down her temple, tracing a path to her jawline before disappearing. She wrapped herself in a fluffy towel, her mind still reeling from the day's events.

She padded into the bedroom and found Mina still there, her back to Jeongyeon as she played with her Nintendo Switch. The familiar sounds of a video game filled the air, a comforting backdrop to the quiet morning. The scent of Kimchi jjigae wafted from the kitchen, a tantalizing aroma that reminded Jeongyeon of home.

"I'm reheating eomma's Kimchi jjigae," Mina said, her voice soft. "Do you want me to cook some fried mandu?"

Jeongyeon's smile was a sunbeam that pierced the gloom of the small apartment. "Sure, I'll cook the rice," she said, her voice as soft as a gentle breeze.

As she approached Mina, her eyes lingered on the girl's slender frame, a warmth spreading through her chest. Mina's beauty was a delicate flower, blooming in the sunlight of Jeongyeon's affection.

Her heart pounded uncontrollably, a rhythm that echoed the beat of her desire. She couldn't tear her gaze away from Mina, her slender frame a captivating silhouette against the soft glow of the room. The more she looked, the more she was drawn into the depths of her own longing.

"I'll just get dressed," Jeongyeon murmured, her voice barely a whisper. She turned and disappeared into the closet, her heart still racing.

Mina looked up, her breath catching in her throat. She felt a sudden surge of self-consciousness as she realized Jeongyeon was completely naked. The heat of embarrassment rushed through her veins, a familiar sensation that had become all too frequent in recent weeks. Though this wasn't the first time she'd seen the football player naked, her growing attraction to Jeongyeon made it a profoundly different experience.

"Uh... I'll-I'll go fry some mandu," Mina stammered, her voice a mix of nervousness and embarrassment. She turned and hurried out of the bedroom, her mind racing with thoughts of Jeongyeon and the growing intensity of her feelings.

As Mina left the room, Jeongyeon emerged from the closet, her heart still pounding. She had dressed quickly, pulling on a pair of comfortable sweatpants and a loose-fitting T-shirt. She couldn't shake the feeling of anticipation that had taken hold of her.

The aroma of sizzling mandu filled the air, a tantalizing scent that danced on the warm currents of the room. Jeongyeon stepped into the kitchen, her heart quickening as she took in the sight of Mina. The girl was at the stove, her back to Jeongyeon, her movements as fluid and graceful as a dancer's. Her slender figure was bathed in the soft glow of the stove, casting an ethereal beauty upon her. Jeongyeon watched her for a moment, her breath catching in her throat.

Jeongyeon moved with a deliberate grace, her hands gentle as she prepared the rice. The magnetic pull between her and Mina was undeniable, a force that seemed to defy the laws of physics. The silence that enveloped them was a symphony of unspoken words, a melody of emotions that resonated deep within Jeongyeon's soul.

Once she pressed the cook button on the rice cooker, Jeongyeon leaned against the sink, her gaze fixed on Mina. A soft smile played on her lips as she watched the Japanese girl tend to the mandu.

"Did the rain catch up on you earlier?" Jeongyeon asked, her voice laced with concern.

Mina nodded, her eyes meeting Jeongyeon's. "Yeah," she replied, her voice a whisper.

"How did you get home?" Jeongyeon pressed, her heart pounding in her chest.

The Japanese girl hesitated for a moment, her eyes darting away. Then, with a determined look, she turned to Jeongyeon. "Promise me you won't be mad," she pleaded, her voice trembling slightly.