The Red Tape (Winrina/Ningselle)

Too cute to look angry

Minjeong woke up to an empty bed in the morning, feeling a little too chilly because of the low temperature of the air conditioning. Had she slept in?

She rummaged around for her glasses before reaching over to pick up her phone to check the time. It was only seven in the morning, why was Jimin not in the room?

As if someone had heard her questions, Jimin exited the bathroom, making Minjeong feel incredibly silly. Had she seriously just been worrying over Jimin's presence? She refused to make eye contact with her roommate, trying to cover herself with her blanket, only to hear Jimin chuckle.

"What? You didn't have a good sleep cuddling me like a pillow?" Jimin teased.

If Minjeong had woken up when Jimin had, she'd have seen that they were a tangled mess - their legs were intertwined, her head was tucked against Jimin's neck, arms were wrapped around each other's waists. Jimin had bolted out of the bed when she'd opened her eyes, feeling way too overwhelmed yet again because of her roommate. As if the night before wasn't enough, where it took her ages to fall asleep, she had to wake up that way as well.

"Me? Cuddling you?" Minjeong questioned, feeling embarrassed just by the mentioning of such an incident.

"Yes. Like a koala." Jimin shook her head, smile still gracing her lips.

"I'm sorry... it's just-"

"You don't have your pillow, I know." Jimin teased.

Minjeong huffed in annoyance, throwing her pillow at Jimin, hitting her square in the face. She was going to be a tomato all day if Jimin didn't stop her teasing. Jimin raised an eyebrow at her, smiling. She felt so nervous being under Jimin's gaze, especially when she smiled softly. Minjeong was unaware of its meaning; sincere or plotting her revenge?

"You asked for it." Jimin muttered, throwing the pillow she'd hidden behind her back.

Minjeong squealed as she was hit in the head, glaring at Jimin before entangling herself out of the bed sheets. She prepared a pillow in her hand, ready to fire it at Jimin, only to realise she had two in her hand.

"Hey, that's cheating!" Minjeong argued, pointing to the extra pillows.

"We didn't even establish any rules." Jimin stuck out her tongue, changing her stance to throw her pillow.

Having the momentary advantage of just talking to Minjeong and distracting her, Jimin threw the first pillow without any hesitation, landing perfectly on Minjeong's face. But before she could stop and take a second to laugh, Minjeong had chased after her.

The duo looked like cat and mouse as they ran around the room, Minjeong's squeals making Jimin laugh when she missed her shot.

"Woah!" Jimin gasped as she slipped on the edge of the blanket of the bed, sending her tumbling down.

Was she dead? Why did everything feel so heavy, oh my god. Her back was broken, right?

"See, this is why you don't pick a fight you can't win." Minjeong's voice sounded so much louder than Jimin expected.

"Wha-?" Jimin opened her eyes, seeing Minjeong's face right in front of her. Was she trying to look mad? She looked like a cute puppy with her cheeks puffed up. She couldn't stop herself from laughing at Minjeong.

"Wow, are you seriously laughing at me?" Minjeong growled, making Jimin laugh harder.

"I'm sorry, but you look too cute to look angry." Jimin complimented.

Minjeong blushed, looking away. Jimin had no filter anymore, did she? "Did you hit your head really hard?"

"Maybe. But also, I'm having a little bit of a struggle breathing so-"