WINRINA ONESHOTS

LITTLE MOMENTS

The sound of soft rain pattered against the windows, casting a gentle rhythm throughout the quiet house. Inside, the warmth of home contrasted with the gray skies outside. Jimin was standing in the kitchen, quietly chopping vegetables, humming to herself as the scent of something savory filled the air. She was focused, methodical, making sure everything was just perfect.

Upstairs, however, things weren’t so calm.

“Jimin!” Minjeong’s voice came from their bedroom, sharper than usual, and just as impatient.

Jimin stopped mid-chop, a smile creeping onto her lips as she set the knife down and wiped her hands on a towel. She knew that tone. Minjeong had been more... demanding lately. But Jimin didn’t mind. Her heart melted just knowing why.

Quickly making her way up the stairs, she opened the bedroom door to find Minjeong sitting in bed, her face twisted in frustration, surrounded by pillows that looked like they had been thrown around in a mini tantrum. Her hair was slightly messy, and her brow was furrowed in that familiar way that signaled her irritation.

“I can’t get comfortable,” Minjeong grumbled, her arms folded across her chest. Her belly, round and prominent, was barely hidden under the oversized t-shirt she was wearing—one of Jimin’s, of course.

Jimin chuckled softly and walked over, sitting on the edge of the bed. “I figured, given the shouting,” she teased gently, reaching out to brush a few strands of hair out of Minjeong’s face. “You know, you’ve got enough pillows in here to start a hotel.”

Minjeong shot her a look but couldn’t hold back the small smile that tugged at her lips. “I can’t help it,” she muttered. “None of them are working today. They either poke me in the back or squish my belly, and I just—ugh!” She let out a dramatic sigh, flopping back against the mattress, one hand resting on her bump.

Jimin smiled, leaning over to press a soft kiss to Minjeong’s forehead. “Hey, you’re doing great,” she said softly, her voice filled with warmth. “Let me help, okay?”

Minjeong’s eyes softened, and she nodded, though her pout remained firmly in place. “I feel like a whale.”

Jimin couldn’t help but laugh at the adorable way Minjeong said it, her tone a mix of annoyance and self-pity. “A very cute whale,” she teased, earning another glare from her wife.

But Jimin wasn’t fazed. She stood up and began rearranging the pillows, gently lifting Minjeong’s back and placing a few behind her for support. “How’s that? Better?”

Minjeong shifted slightly, testing the new arrangement. “A little better,” she admitted, though her frown remained. “But my feet are swollen, and my back hurts, and I haven’t seen my ankles in weeks!”

Jimin bit her lip to keep from laughing, knowing that Minjeong’s frustration was real. “I know, I know,” she said soothingly, taking Minjeong’s hand in hers and giving it a reassuring squeeze. “But you’re beautiful, swollen feet and all.”

Minjeong raised an eyebrow. “Are you just saying that because you’re contractually obligated to as my wife?”

Jimin leaned in close, her lips brushing against Minjeong’s ear as she whispered, “No, I’m saying it because it’s true.” She pulled back just enough to press a kiss to Minjeong’s cheek, and despite herself, Minjeong let out a soft giggle, her mood lifting just a little.

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” Minjeong murmured, though there was no real heat behind her words. She leaned into Jimin’s touch, feeling her frustration slowly melt away.

“I know,” Jimin replied with a playful grin, sitting back down beside her. “And since I’m cute, I made your favorite for dinner. Soup with dumplings, just how you like it.”