Reunion

Two years later.

The heavy rain hit your dorm window like bullets. It had been raining hard for the past week, everything had a gloomy feel, especially for you. Laying in your bed after your nightly shower, you couldn’t resist. 

“Haaa… M-Minju…” 

It had been a long two years since Minju left to join a training program back in her home country: South Korea. With all the time you were spending together, you gradually gave her enough confidence and motivation to take the step she had wanted to take for years. The day she told you was so bittersweet to the point when just thinking about it makes your throat feel thick. It was… so long ago.

Yunah and Iroha jumped at the same opportunity as Minju, taking away your whole circle. They were all training to be in the new upcoming k-pop group, while you were left back at home with yourself. The training program was so strict and precise about the trainees, so none of the girls could reach out to you. 

Luckily you had something big enough to distract you, because you had gotten accepted into the college you were hoping and praying for, and the first two years treated you nicely. New friends, new opportunities, a whole new life. Even though you want your old one back more than anything.

The nights your roommate stayed out late and left you alone with your thoughts, one person had your mind filled to the brim. 

The day of the confession was as far as you and Minju went. You yearned and ached for more of her every single day after that. The thought of reuniting with her after so long makes your body jolt and weak at the same time. 

Her name moaned out of your mouth more times than you could count. Out of respect for her, you had always tried to hold back on thinking about her while touching yourself, but it got way too difficult as time went on. You just miss her… so much. 

If dropping out meant you could see Minju in your bedroom back at home, you wouldn’t be sleeping in your dorm that night. Everything made you think of her: the weather, your classes, dancing, certain scents, certain clothing, everything. She was everywhere, but not with you. 

You were in a pretty shitty mood during the day, so you finish up without climaxing and doze off into the next day. 

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Your dorm room had almost all of your prized possessions from your room at home, and now they’re stuffed in your suit cases. It’s time to go home. 

It was early. You had a plane to catch in about two hours, and you were thirty minutes away from the airport. You scroll on your phone out of boredom in the car before you can’t use it anymore when you take off. 

So many heavy sighs push out of your throat. You’re exhausted. Drained. You just wish she was here. As you pull up to the airport the tiredness just rises and rises. You quickly find seating to continue your screen time. 

Mindlessly scrolling for god knows how long, something catches your attention. It’s a completely random YouTube video with a group of five Korean girls, and one of them looks familiar. 

“Holy… shit.” You slowly distance your phone away from your face as you look up into the packed airport. Your whole body was stiff, and pulsated with your heart beat. 

They did it. Your friends who started as trainees for two years had finally debuted to the public. This doesn’t feel real. Not at all. 

Selfishly, it’s going to be even harder to connect with them again. You can’t help but feel some sort of anger from what you just saw. 

Minju. 

All you can see is Minju. Your eyes start to blur in real time. You even mutter her name in a whisper under your breath. You needed her now more than ever.

You had downloaded a handful of videos to entertain you on the short plane ride, but instead stared at the back of the seat in front of you. It felt like the universe had something against you at that moment.

After two hours you finally land, being welcomed by your mom who picks you up from the airport. You give her an expressionless hug. She notices immediately.

“They did it.” You’re staring at the ground in front of you. “She did it.” She goes in for another hug to comfort you. You continue to sulk with your arms barely around her.