The Red Tape (Winrina/Ningselle)

you feel the same way?

Minjeong knew things were going to be awkward way beforehand. She considered it before they kissed. She considered it as soon as Jimin had proclaimed that she wanted to be Romeo. And, it was clear as day now, that it was not only awkward, but filled with tension.

When the duo returned back to their dorm room, they'd completely avoided talking to each other, only making conversation if they accidentally bumped into each other. Maybe it was because they were more aware of each other, but there was a lot more of colliding into each other, which led to both of them being a blushing mess.

While Jimin was focused on their awkwardness, Minjeong was feeling extremely shy and overwhelmed with her newly found feelings. Every time she was around her roommate, she barely managed to utter a sentence because all she remembered was the way she kissed her, back when they'd practiced for the Romeo and Juliet script. She couldn't even look her in the eyes; but at least Minjeong felt a sense of relief knowing Jimin was going through the same thing.

The more she observed her, the more Minjeong saw the lies that were laced in her friend's accusations. Though, Minjeong had yet to see Jimin pursue anyone and she was honestly extremely curious for the reason.

Jimin was gorgeous.

Like, jaw-dropping, heart-racing, butterfly inducing gorgeous.

It made Minjeong feel a little bit self-conscious, if she were to be honest. Sure, Jimin had complimented her that had left her speechless, but Minjeong couldn't really help herself.

"Hey, I'm going to go out for a while." Jimin announced all of a sudden, leaving Minjeong behind in the quietness of their empty dorm room.

Minjeong looked at the door for a few more moments, grumbling about the sudden disappearance but flopping back on to her bed. She took her freedom to rest her mind which has been going in overdrive ever since they'd returned. Actually, she really could do with a talk with Ningning but that would require her to get out of bed and she was way too comfortable-

Someone knocked on the door and Minjeong groaned loudly. She was awfully comfortable right now, she didn't want to leave the bed. The knocking got more persistent and Minjeong's irritation grew as she stomped towards the door, swinging it open and ready to give the person hell, only to see Jimin standing on the other side.

Great.

Minjeong was once again, speechless and a gay mess

Why? Well, it seemed like Jimin was in a rush as she stood at the door, hair slightly ruffled, running her tongue across her bottom lip.

"Jimin?" Minjeong frowned as Jimin attempted to catch her breath, holding the side of the door.

"You..." Jimin mumbled.

Minjeong tilted her head, still confused with what Jimin was trying to get across to her. She left in a hurry, but she returned just as fast. Did that mean she was just trying to run away from Minjeong's presence?

"Do you have any idea how tortured I've been ever since we've come back here?" Jimin huffed, leaning closer towards Minjeong, who shuffled back in reflex. "I can't even sleep without thinking about everything that happened. You invaded my mind so much, you're all I even think about. She grumbled.

"H-huh?" Minjeong stuttered, gripping the edge of the counter. She was feeling overwhelmed with the sudden decreased distance between them, breathing increasing in pace as Jimin's gaze on her stripped it away from her.

"You think I haven't noticed it either? The way you look at me? The way you've been looking at me when you think I'm not looking? Or, the way you blush when you realise my eyes are on you? It's not hard to miss." Jimin continued to inch closer to Minjeong, resting her arms on her waist.