You took a big slurp of your noodles.
"This is really good. You were right." you said, still chewing.
Minju stared at you.
"You're not gonna eat?" you asked.
"What are you going to do about work?"
"I said I'll figure it out."
She squinted at you. "Yeah, but what does that actually mean?"
"Hm? I have a lot of vacation days saved up. They won't like that I'm using them not even a day before, but I'll be fine. Probably."
“Probably?”
“Yeah, probably.”
“What? Be for real. What if you get fired or something?”
“They won’t. I’m like the only person who knows what they’re doing over there.” You shrugged. “And if they do fire me, then whatever. I have savings.”
Minju sighed, and started eating.
You watched her for a second.
“Hey.” you leaned over the table. “Thanks for worrying. But seriously, it’s fine. I’ll handle it.”
You finished your food before she was even halfway done.
“Wow. That was insane.” You leaned back, letting the food settle. “So, you said you’re free this whole week?”
Minju paused, putting her chopsticks down.
“Wait.”
“Hm?”
“The whole week? You’re staying the whole week?”
“Yeah? I mean, why not? I’m already here. And I have a lot of vacation days.”
“…You’re insane.”
“What? You said I should’ve been here next week, so… here I am.”
“I don’t even know what to say to you.” she said, struggling to suppress her smile.
“What? You don’t want me here?”
“That’s not what I said.”
“Sounds like it.”
“Shut up. You know that’s not what I meant.”
You smiled at her.
“So, what do you wanna do tonight? It’s still early.”
Minju thought for a second, then grinned.
“League? I was going to play until you dragged me out here.”
“…I missed my flight to play League with you?”
“Mhm.” She said with a smirk. “Let’s go. I’ll carry you this time.”
“In your dreams.”
Minju kicked her shoes off and darted to her room.
“You have your own apartment? Don’t you live with your members?” you asked.
“I split time between here and the dorm.” She said, turning on her computer. “I enjoy my alone time. And so they don’t hear me raging on League.”
“Huh. You did rage a lot, didn’t you?”
“Shush.”
“Anyway, I thought you wanted to play together. You dragged me to your apartment so I could watch you?”
“Nope,” she said, grabbing a dusty laptop and mouse from her drawer. “You can use this.”
“…Isn’t this your shitty old laptop from high school? I’m supposed to play on this?”
“Deal with it. Aren’t you supposed to be so much better than me?” she teased.
You pulled up a chair next to her and logged in to join her lobby.
“Wow.” You stared at the laptop screen, stuck on the loading screen. “This runs like shit.”
“You’re already making excuses?”
“I’m just being real.”
Eventually, you loaded into the game.
“Why the hell did you queue us into ranked? I’m playing on this piece of junk. Are you trying to derank?”
“Shush. I said I’ll carry.” she said, looking confident.
She didn’t. You lost one game. Then two. The third one too.
After more losses than you can count, you looked at her.
“…What are we doing? It’s late.”
“I don’t care. I’m not ending on a loss.”
You played one more. Another loss.
“One more.” she said.
“Minju.”
“One. More.”
You lost again. Minju was fully tilted, leaned back and slouched in her chair.
“Again.”
“Min—”
“I’m ending on a win.”
Finally, through sheer luck, you managed to win a game. She sighed, sinking into her chair in exhaustion.
“Finally.” She said, breathless. “I told you we’d win.”
“You deranked twice. Also, why the fuck are you out of breath playing League?”
“Shut up. I needed that win.” she pouted. “What time is it?”
You looked at your phone. “Almost two. Shit.”
“Hm?”
“I forgot to book a hotel.”
“Just stay. It’s late.”
Minju looked at you, then blinked.
“The couch, you can take the couch.” She was already getting up. “I mean— it’s late, and you don’t have a hotel, so—”
“Yeah. No, that makes sense.”
She disappeared down the hall for a bit before returning with a blanket and pillow.
She placed them on the couch. “Bathroom’s down the hall. Don’t touch my skincare stuff.”
“Didn’t plan on it, but okay.”
She smiled, tired. “That was fun.”
“We only won one game. And you deranked twice.”
“Don’t remind me.” She yawned. “Good night.”
“Good night, Minju.”
She closed her door. You could hear her shuffling in her bedroom.
You pulled the blanket up and fell asleep immediately.
You woke up early.
Minju’s door remained closed. You got up, used the bathroom, then made your way to her kitchen.
You opened her fridge and sighed. It was empty, save for a few eggs, a box with leftovers, and banana milk.
Scouring through her cabinets, you found only snacks and instant noodles before finally finding a bag of coffee tucked in the back of a drawer.
You made coffee and then started on breakfast, making use of what little Minju had.
You sat at her kitchen table with a coffee, scrolling through your phone.
A short while later, Minju’s door opened.
She waddled out in an oversized shirt and baggy sweatpants, her hair messy, and her eyes half-open.
You looked back at your phone.
“Good morning.” you said.
“…Morning.” She stopped as she approached the kitchen. “You made breakfast?”
“I guess? Just eggs.” You kept your eyes on the plate as you pushed it to her. “Why is there nothing in your fridge?”
She sat down, taking a bite of the eggs. “Mm. I just order delivery when I’m here.”
“Come on.”
“What? It’s convenient.”
“Do you ever cook at all?”
“Does making an egg for my instant noodles count?”
“No.”
“Then no.”
You sighed.
“Hey, I’m a busy person.” she argued.
“We’re going to the grocery store later.”
“…Okay.”
You sat with her as she finished the rest of the eggs. You sipped on your coffee and focused on your phone, finding yourself looking up at Minju more than you meant to.
She leaned over the table, closer than you’d expected, more awake now.
“So, what do you want to do today?”
You leaned back and took a sip of coffee. “I was hoping you’d have an idea.”
“Hm… let’s just stay in for a bit.”
“Didn’t you say there were oh so many places you had to show me?”
“Yeah, but it’s still early. And I’m still tired.” She rested her chin on her hand. “We stayed up until like three.”
“Who’s fault is that? Someone said we had to end on a win.”
She gave you a cheeky smile. “No regrets.”
“Even though you deranked twice?”
Her smile turned to a pout. “...No regrets.”
You shook your head and smiled. “So, we’re just staying in?”
“For now. Maybe we can do something later.” She yawned, her arms outstretched over her head. “Let’s just relax for a bit. I don’t get to do this that often.”
“Alright. Take your time.”
She cleaned up the plate, then drifted to the couch. You joined her, sitting on the opposite end.
Minju turned on her TV, but her eyes stayed on her phone as she scrolled idly.
For a while, the two of you sat scrolling on your phones.
“Huh.” You flipped your phone screen to show Minju. “Looks like work isn’t too happy with me.”
Minju scanned the screen, then looked at you with her eyebrow furrowed. “I thought you said you had it handled.”
“I do have it handled. I’m not fired or anything. But… they’re not paying for my flight back.”
“Yeah? Why would they? You missed it the first time.”
“I was hoping for a little sympathy.”
“You missed your flight to eat noodles with me. That’s on you. At least you don’t have to pay for a hotel.”
You looked at her. “You’re gonna let me stay here the whole week?”
Minju’s eyes stayed on her phone. “I mean, it makes sense. You’re already here.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah.” She scrolled past something, not looking up. “It’s just the couch.”
“Thanks. For real.”
The rest of the morning passed like that. Scrolling on your phones with the background noise of the TV neither of you were watching.
Around two, Minju got up and stretched.
“Okay.” she turned to you. “Get ready. Let’s go do something.”
“Do what?”
She started walking to her room. “You’ll see.”
You got up off of the couch. “Why does it always need to be a surprise?”
You stood outside of Minju’s car.
“Please, let me drive.”
“What? No. It’s my car.” Minju said, confused.
Your voice grew desperate. “I beg. I don’t know if I can handle you driving again.”
“What’s wrong with my driving?”
“...”
Minju leaned in closer, staring you in the eye. “What’s wrong with my driving?”
“It’s… scary.”
“Scary?” She crossed her arms. “Don’t be dramatic. Get in.”
You stayed put.
“Minju.” you pleaded. “Please. I’m asking you for just this one thing.”
She stared at you for a moment.
“...Fine.” She tossed you the keys. “I’m tired anyway.”
You breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank you.”
“Don’t adjust my seat. I’ll kill you.”
“Yup.”
You got in the driver’s seat and leaned the seat back immediately. She stared daggers into the side of your head.
“Where am I going?” you asked.
“Give me your phone.”
You handed her your phone, and she pulled up directions to a mall.
“The mall? What are you shopping for?”
“Not me. You.”
“What?”
“You wore the same thing when I saw you last week.”
“Okay. Fair enough.”
Minju walked through the mall with her mask up and a cap pulled down low. She navigated through the crowded mall and made her way straight to a store.
“You come here often?” you asked.
“Once or twice. Not as often as I’d like.”
“Seems like you know where everything is.”
“I’ve got a good sense of direction.”
“…Debatable.”
Inside the store, Minju pulled clothing off of racks before you had a chance to look around. She held up a shirt in front of you, turned her head and squinted, then put it back.
“What was wrong with that one?” you asked.
“Mm. Didn’t suit you.”
“You gonna let me pick my own clothes?”
“You can. But I’m picking stuff out for you too. You always dress so boring.”
“What’s wrong with how I dress?”
“I didn’t say you dressed badly. Just plain and boring.”
She pulled out two more options and handed them to you.
“Try these.”
“Thought you said you’d let me pick some for myself.”
“Later. Try it on first.”
“Okay. Bossy.”
She pushed you toward the fitting room.
You tried on the first one and stepped out.
Minju glanced up, then immediately went to her phone.
“Nope.”
“…You barely—”
“Next.”
The second one you liked. It was simple and fit well. You stepped out.
Minju looked up, and didn’t say anything.
“So?”
She looked back down at her phone.
“That one’s good. Get that one.”
You caught her ears changing to a shade of red behind her mask.
“Yeah? Just good?”
“Shut up. Just get it.”
You smiled and went back to change. When you came out, she was across the store, sifting through clothes on the rack without looking.
You paid and found her by the door.
“Ready?”
“I’ve been ready.” she said, not quite looking at you. “Let’s go.”
You followed Minju, bags in your hand as she led you to the next store. As you passed a small shop by the corner, her pace slowed by a step.
You looked over to see a shop stacked with trinkets, figurines, and blind boxes.
“Not going in?” you asked.
“No. I can’t. If I go in there, I’m not coming out.” She caught herself and kept walking. “Last time I went, I spent— No, I’m not telling you how much I spent.”
“It can’t be that bad.” You smiled and stopped her. “Come on, let’s go in. I’ll pay for it. Consider it thanks for letting me crash on your couch.”
Her eyes trained on the store, then on you. “You don’t know what you’re offering me.”
“It’ll be fine.”
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
She was not lying. After walking down two aisles, Minju had filled the basket in your hand full.
Minju held up two blind boxes.
“Which one should I get?”
“What’s the difference?”
“Actually, never mind. I’ll just get both.”
She dropped them both into the basket.
“My arm’s getting tired.” you complained.
“I’m almost done, okay?”
“I see why you didn’t want to come in.”
“Mm. This is cute.” She picked up two keychains and dropped them into the basket. “…Okay, I think I’m done now.”
At the register, Minju looked at you with an expression flickering between satisfaction and guilt.
“Thank you.” she said, softly. “Seriously.”
“Don’t mention it.” you sighed. “Especially not the price.”
She laughed as you picked up the bags off of the counter.
You spent the rest of the afternoon wandering through the mall, in and out of stores until your arms were full.
The sun was starting to set, the sky a warm orange as you walked out of the mall.
“Just so you know, I’m driving back too.”
“Fine. I don’t need to hear you complaining about my driving.”
“Good choice.”
You loaded the bags into the trunk and got in.
“So, where to now?” you asked, starting the car.
“Back home. That was enough walking for today.”
“Not hungry?”
“We can order delivery at home.”
You looked at her.
“No. We’re stopping for groceries before we go back.”
She deflated in her seat. “Do we have to?”
“Have you seen what’s in your fridge?”
“Hey, there’s barely anything in there.”
“Yeah, that’s exactly my point. We’re going.”
At the market, you grabbed a basket and started with the produce aisle.
“Vegetables? Do we have to?” Minju asked.
“Yes.”
“But—”
You looked at her.
She sighed and followed you as you picked through ingredients. When you turned around, she was gone.
You continued shopping. At some point, the basket got heavier. You looked down to find chips and instant noodles you didn’t put there.
You turned around to find Minju reaching, about to drop more snacks into the basket.
“Put them back.”
She pouted.
“Minju. You have enough back at your apartment.”
“These are new though. I haven’t tried these before.”
“You’re paying, then?”
Her face lit up. “So I can get them?”
“If you pay.”
“I was going to pay anyway. You think I was going to let you after what happened earlier?” She dropped the rest of the snacks into the basket. “I’m not that shameless.”
At checkout, you stared judgingly at the items on the counter — meat, vegetables, and rice on one side, and snacks, junk food, and drinks on the other. Minju beamed as she tapped her card to pay.
The drive back to her apartment was peaceful. Minju had her window cracked, a bag of chips open at her lap, crunching as you drove.
“So,” she said. “You do know how to cook all of that, right?”
“Why else would I buy it?”
“I’m just making sure. I’d burn down the apartment if I tried.”
“You’re helping me make dinner, by the way.”
“What? No, I’m not.”
“Yes, you are.”
“I just told you I’d probably burn the apartment down.”
“Who said you’re going anywhere near the stove? You can chop the vegetables.”
She groaned.
Back at her apartment, you unpacked the groceries as Minju hovered nearby, hoping you’d forgotten about having her help.
“You can start by washing the vegetables.” you said, not looking up.
“I was hoping you’d forget.”
“Nope.”
“Okay, okay.” She dragged herself to the kitchen sink and started washing the vegetables.
“Okay, after you’re done with that, chop them.” you said, setting a cutting board and knife in front of her.
She stared at the cutting board.
“How small?”
“Bite sized. It doesn’t have to be perfect.”
You turned to start prepping the rest of the meal. Behind you, you heard her chop once before she let out a big sigh.
“I don’t know how to do this.”
“Here. I’ll show you.” You stood close behind her and reached around her.
Your hand closed around hers as you showed her the motion, steadily rocking the blade back and forth.
“Like that. Just be careful.”
“Like this?”
“...Yeah.” You let go of her hand and turned quickly to the stove. “You got it.”
The rest of the cooking went as expected. Minju chopped the vegetables slowly, nearly stabbing you when she turned to ask if she’d cut them properly. You handled the rest of the meal— the meat, seasoning, the rice.
You set two plates on the table. It was a simple stir fry with rice.
Minju sat and stared at her plate.
“You actually made this?”
“We did.”
“I chopped vegetables. Badly.”
“That counts to me.”
Minju took a bite, then another.
“This is really good.” she said, not looking up from her plate.
“It’s not much.”
“No, like it’s actually good. I’m not just being nice.”
“Thanks.”
For a while, the two of you ate in a comfortable silence.
Minju reached for your plate when you finished.
“I got it.” she said. “It’s the least I could do.”
“Thanks.”
She took the plates to the sink, cleaning as you made your way to the couch and sat down.
A minute later, she joined you and turned on the TV, flipping through channels without landing on anything.
“Just pick something.” you said.
“I’m looking.”
Eventually, she gave up and settled on a variety show that neither of you would pay attention to.
The two of you sat like that for a while.
“I’m tired.” Minju said, slumped back on the couch. “Too much walking today.”
“Yeah. We did go to, like every store in that mall today.”
“Worth it. You actually have clothes now. And I got all these cute trinkets.”
“You mean the ones you put on my card?”
She had a smug look on her face. “Heh. You said I could.”
“Yeah, yeah. It’s fine. I had fun today.”
Minju smiled at that.
“Me too.”
She sat there for a while longer, the TV still on, her eyes closing and opening, staying closed longer each time. At some point, her head drifted to her side, next to your shoulder.
“Hey. Go to bed. You’re falling asleep.”
“Mm. I’m watching.”
“Don’t lie.” You stood up and grabbed her hand. “Come on. Your neck’s going to hurt if you sleep like that.”
She let you pull her up, half awake, not letting go of your hand as you walked her down the hall into her room.
In her room, she laid down on her bed and covered herself in her blankets.
“Not going to brush your teeth?”
“...Tomorrow.”
“Gross.”
“Night.”
“Good night, Minju.”
You closed her door behind you and made your way to her couch.
The next day started the same. The apartment was quiet, Minju’s door still closed when you awoke. Having actual ingredients at your disposal, you made a better breakfast than the day before. She waddled out of her room the same way, hair in her face and eyes not fully open.
The days that followed settled into a rhythm nearing routine. You’d wake first, make coffee and breakfast. Minju would emerge from her room some time after, half-asleep and silent until her second bite of food. You’d figure out your plans for the day over breakfast, then go.
The plans you’d discussed rarely went as planned. A walk along the river turned into sampling nearly every stall at a food market. She took you to a museum she said she’d liked, only to walk in, decide she wasn’t in the mood, and end up in an arcade thirty minutes later spending too much money on claw machines. Once, she wanted you to play League with her so badly she offered to buy a better laptop for you to use (somehow, you ended up paying for it).
Through it all, she was there. Her laugh as the two of you ran to the car after it randomly started pouring, the expression she wore after tasting something delicious, how her voice deepened as the hours passed. How every conversation before bed ended up longer than the previous night’s.
One evening, the apartment was quieter than usual.
You were on her couch, flipping through a book you picked up at the bookstore the other day. Minju was lying on the other end of the couch scrolling through her phone, her legs laid on your lap.
You set down the book, and looked at her.
“Hey.”
Minju looked up. “Mm.”
“You know I still have feelings for you, right?”
She looked at you, then away, and finally back at you.
Minju’s face was bright red.
“…You can’t just say that out of nowhere.” she said, not meeting your eyes.
“I just did.” you responded. “You don’t have to answer right now.”
“You’re so unfair, you know?” she said. “You come back after, what, five years? Then you decide to stay and drop this on me?”
“…I guess so.”
“Ugh.” she pulled her legs off of your lap and wrapped her arms around them. “I hate how easy it was. I should’ve made it harder for you.”
“Yeah, probably.”
“Just so you know. I haven’t forgiven you yet.”
You nodded. “I know. You shouldn’t.”
“But I’m getting there, okay? I’m not saying no. Just… not yet.”
“I know. I just wanted you to know.” you said. “That’s all.”
Minju sat there for a moment, arms around her knees.
“You’re going home in a few days.” she said. “And I’ll still be here.”
“Yeah.”
“What happens then?”
“I missed my flight to be here. Should I miss the next one too? But seriously, I’m going to try for real this time. If I have to stay up late or get up early to call you, I’ll do that.”
You paused. “If you want.”
She scanned your face, looking for any sign of insincerity.
“Okay.” she sighed. “We’ll figure it out.”
Again, you sat in silence with her. She picked her phone up as you picked your book up. She unfolded herself, settling her legs back on your lap.
“…Hey.” you said.
“What now?”
“Lotte World?”
“…Didn’t you say you were too old for that?”
“It’s different with you.”
She let out a breath. “When?”
“…Right now?”
“You can’t be serious. It’s almost seven.”
“So?”
“Isn’t it about to close?”
“It closes at ten.”
She started to get up. “Give me ten minutes. You’re so lucky I—”
“Hm?” You smirked.
She coughed. “Nothing.”
The park was loud and bright against the night, crowded with couples and families.
“So,” you said. “You suggested before that I come here alone?”
“I said not to go without me right after.”
“Thank goodness for that.”
Minju sighed and looked around, scanning the park. “So, where do you want to go first?”
“How am I supposed to know? I’ve never been—.” The sound of cheers and screams caught your attention. “Actually, let’s go there.”
Minju followed your eyes to a ride that twisted upward before dropping nearly straight down.
“No.”
“Come on. It’ll be fun.”
She crossed her arms. “Absolutely not.”
“Come on, for me?” You said, putting on your best puppy dog eyes.
“Ew. Don’t look at me with that face.”
“You do it all the time.”
“I’m an idol. It’s cute when I do it.”
“You’re saying I’m not cute?” you teased.
She looked at you, cringing. “I’m not answering that.”
You smiled. “Good enough for me.”
“…Fine. One ride. If I die, it’s on you.”
“You’re so dramatic.” you said, pulling her along by her wrist.
As she locked her seatbelt in on the ride, Minju’s grip found your arm before it even started moving.
“We aren’t even moving yet.”
Her hands were sweaty around your arm. “What if we die?”
“You are such an idiot.”
The drop came quickly. Her nails dug into your arm as she screamed. You laughed. After the ride, she had left a bright red band on your arm.
“See? That wasn’t so bad, was it?”
She walked ahead of you in silence.
“…Never again.” she murmured.
“Okay, okay, I’m sorry. You pick this time.”
She led you to a boat ride through a tunnel lit with pastel lights, adorned with cartoon characters and cutesy music.
“At your big age?”
She shot you a deathly glare. “Get in.”
You got in. The boat was small, probably not meant for two adults. Your shoulders pressed together as the boat drifted through scenes of soft lights and animated characters.
“Having fun?” she asked.
“Fun enough.”
“Good. We’re going on it again.”
You smiled, shaking your head.
At some point, her head gently settled on your shoulder.
When the ride ended, neither of you mentioned it.
You spent the rest of the night wandering. No plan, no map, just walking wherever looked interesting. She dragged you onto a carousel, you forced her onto another thrill ride.
The crowds had thinned, the park quieter now. An announcement played overhead, fifteen minutes until close.
On the way toward the exit, Minju slowed in front of a gift shop.
“One second,” she said, and went inside before you could respond.
You followed her in. She moved through the aisles quickly, scanning shelves like she already knew what she was looking for. By the time you caught up, she was already at the register, tapping her card before you could offer.
“So? What’d you get?”
Minju held up two phone charms with the same design, in different colors.
“Matching.” she said. “If you don’t want to, it’s fine—“
“No,” you smiled warmly. “Thank you.”
She handed you yours. You clipped it onto your phone, and she did the same.
She held both phones next to each other for a second, then smiled and put hers away.
“Don’t lose it,” she said.
“I won’t.”
In the car, Minju pointed at you.
“You just wanted to take me out on a date, didn’t you?”
“Yeah. You just figured that out?”
Her hands went up to cover her face.
“You’re dangerous.” she said. “This is too easy for you.”
“You probably do this with other girls back in America, don’t you?” she pressed. “You’re a player, huh?”
“Minju. I’m only being like this because it’s you.”
Minju went quiet.
The drive back was silent and comfortable. She stared out her window the whole way, her phone charm catching the light every now and then.
At her apartment, she got out, and you followed her upstairs.
Inside, she immediately made her way to the couch, pulling out her phone.
You sat on the other end. The apartment was quiet after the noise of the park.
“I’m exhausted,” she said, scrolling.
“You screamed a lot.”
“I did not.”
You held up your arm, bright red. “So, it wasn’t you screaming and holding onto my arm with a death grip?”
She glanced over at your arm and winced. “…Sorry.”
“You’re not sorry.”
“No, I’m not.”
You sat like that for a while. The TV stayed off. Neither of you reached for it.
Minju set her phone down on her chest and stared at the ceiling.
“Hey,” she said.
“Hm?”
A pause. Whatever she was going to say, she decided against it.
“Never mind.” She sat up. “I’m going to bed.”
She walked past you toward the hall, then stopped.
“Thank you for tonight.”
“Of course.”
She held your gaze for longer than necessary, then kept walking. Her door closed softly behind her.
Two days later, the airport felt the same as it had a week ago. Too bright, too loud. The same announcements blaring from above, crowds dragging luggage through the airport.
Only this time, Minju was standing next to you.
She insisted on driving and seeing you off. You told her she didn’t have to get up so early in the morning, that you could’ve taken an Uber— she’d grabbed her keys and walked outside to her car before you could finish.
Now, she had her hands in her pockets, mask up.
“You didn’t forget anything, did you?” she asked. “Passport, charger—”
“I have everything.”
“All of the stuff you bought?”
“In my bag.”
“Good.”
It went quiet. The two of you stood there, neither of you saying anything.
“Text me when you land.” she said. “I don’t care how late it’ll be.”
“I’ll call you.”
“Text me. I’ll be pissed if you call and wake me up when I’m asleep.”
“A text it is then.”
Again, the silence came back, the two of you not knowing what to say.
“This is awkward, isn’t it?” Minju asked with a soft laugh.
“Yeah. A bit.”
You looked at her. “Minju.”
Her eyes met yours, waiting.
“I’ll be back soon, okay?” You started. “I meant everything I said, Minju. I’m going to try. I’ll call you, text you, all of it. I’ll figure— I— ”
She smiled at you, eyes glistening. “You’re not very good at this, you know?”
“I know.” you said, meeting her eyes. “It’s just… this week was so much fun. Everything I said— …I’m not going to promise I’ll be good at it. Just… I won’t disappear.”
“I can trust you this time?”
You let out a weak laugh. “I hope so.”
Minju took a step toward you, then wrapped her arms around you. “Good. I’m going to miss you.”
You returned her hug. “Yeah. Me too.”
You looked up, trying to stop tears from flowing. “God. I don’t want to go.”
“I know.” She pulled back to look at you, eyes wet. “But you have to go. We’ll talk soon, okay?”
You could only nod, barely keeping it together.
“God, you’re such a mess.” Minju let you go. “Now go, before we both start crying, idiot.”
You picked up your bag. You made yourself turn around and walk.
At the gate, you looked back.
Minju was standing there, watching you go.
You turned and walked forward to board. Your phone buzzed.
have a safe flight!!
miss me already?
dont get ahead of yourself
and dont lose the phone charm. or else. 😤
i won’t.
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