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Jimin had just finished recording herself in her pajamas when she received a call from Minjeong. Immediately after swiping the green button to answer, she was greeted with Minjeong's signature whines particularly reserved for her. Her heart warmed up for a moment.
"What's wrong, Mindeongie?"
"Unniiieeee~ my room's still not ready yet..."
"What the- still?"
"Yesss.."
Jimin can already picture Minjeong's pout that she adored so much, sometimes even teasing her just to see her bottom lip juttering out and cheeks slightly puffed. Not to forget her furrowed brows, further enunciating her natural cuteness. More warmth enveloped her beating heart.
"Hmm, what did unnie say?" Jimin asked, wondering if their manager is with Minjeong right now.
"She told me to call one of you guys, so here I am," Minjeong huffed.
"Wow, am I the first one you thought about? I'm flattered," she snickered, looking forward to another whine. Minjeong, as expected, did not disappoint.
"Whatever, unnie. Should I just call Aeri-unnie or NingNing then?"
"I'm just kidding, you baby. Wait, let me get you."
With an 'okay' as a reply, Jimin then hung up and went to her door, grabbing her mask.
As soon as she opened it, her mouth pulled up into a wide grin when she saw Minjeong's face, so beautiful especially with so little makeup. Of course, Minjeong's brows were furrowed, and she assumed that Minjeong's pursed lips did not leave even under her mask. With a laugh, she pulled Minjeong into her room for the New York trip. They both pulled off their masks, letting themselves breathe more easily.
"Awwh, you look so tired," Jimin cooed, gently caressing Minjeong's bangs, "I had just about finished recording a video before you called."
Minjeong hummed, "I don't know what is taking them so long. You're already so comfortable in your pj's, too."
Minjeong's scowl melted away when Jimin leaned in to leave a gentle peck on her lips as a comforting gesture, groaning when she received only one. Jimin giggled, kissing the younger's forehead.
"Later, Minjeong-ah. Come, I wanna record another vid for our fans."
Jimin then pressed the button to record, directing her phone to face both of them.
While Jimin was doing that, midway through her vlog, Minjeong flopped down onto Jimin's bed, sighing contentedly when her face hit the fresh sheets, feeling her body relax.
Even after sleeping for more than 10 hours in the plane, she still felt lethargic and kind of musty. All she wanted was to have a warm shower and snuggle into her bed. Too bad she doesn't have a room at the moment.
"Yah, at least put down your stuff properly first."
"....mmmfph feels nice. Don't wanna."
"Gosh, this kid.."
Although she tsk-ed, Jimin let her be, understanding how Minjeong must have been so worned down. She sat next to her girlfriend, lightly massaging her back. Smiling tenderly when Minjeong scooted closer to her to nuzzle her face into her lap, Jimin softly asked, "Want me to place your things on the table there?"
"..."
"I guess that's a yes."
"No, wait, it's okay, let me," Minjeong muttered, slowly rising up from the comforts of the hotel sheets, and dragged her way to the mentioned table. But not before she grabbed one of Jimin's hands and placed several kisses onto her knuckles, feeling thankful for her girlfriend's offering. A blush adorned the older's cheeks. So easy to make her flustered.
Jimin scrolled through her gallery (after gathering her bearings), her phone now a flurry of pictures and videos that she took just on their first day in New York. Seeing how Minjeong settled herself cozily on the chair, with the nightview behind her, Jimin decided to add more to her gallery.
"Baby, I'm gonna take another clip, is that okay?" Minjeong hummed approvedly, busy with her phone. Jimin proceeded to click record.
"Everyone, Mindeongie has appeared again in the vlog," she chuckled. She then showed the lights that lit up New York's night, "New York is so pretty like this, even more so than during daytime. MYs should visit, one of these days!"
A rustling sound then came from her girlfriend. Minjeong was bringing out her speaker, her head slightly bopping as the introduction to one of Dean's songs is elicited from the device.
"Ah, what's this? Minjeong is playing music right now."
Jimin snickered, amused by the scene before her, "She's sitting so coolly like this."
"You're too long that you won't appear fully on one frame," the older observed, adjusting her phone. Minjeong turned smug after the comment, "I'm taller than you think~"
"Let's listen to it together," Minjeong suggested.
And so the pair continued the night with more videos, more songs being played. Jokes were shared here and there, but most of the time, it was silent, safe for the soft music in the background.
After finishing her vlog, Jimin sighed, lying down on her bed and facing the ceiling. The stillness of her room was interrupted by Minjeong's soft voice.
"Hey, come stand up."
"Noooo~"
"Unniee, c'mon, I've always wanted to try this now that we're here." That piqued Jimin's interest, letting herself be pulled by her hands to sit on the edge of her bed.
The expression on Minjeong's face halted Jimin's brain for a second, the younger now standing in between her legs. Minjeong gazed at her so lovingly, her hands coming up to place them on Jimin's shoulders. She felt her breath stutter.
Pretty. So pretty.
"Come dance with me?" Minjeong whispered, eyes flitting across her face. Jimin noticed the song is now on a softer tone. She gulped and nodded, bringing their hands together to intertwine as she stood up.
Just beside the window, Jimin pressed their bodies closer together, her hands pulling Minjeong closer by her waist. The latter had her own on Jimin's nape, and soon they both swayed together. Their height difference (with slight reluctance from Minjeong) made it so easy for them to lock into a suitable position to just cuddle. The younger nudged her face into her girlfriend's shoulder, smiling when Jimin lovingly placed a kiss onto the side of her head.
It's the first time that they're going to do this in a foreign country. Usually they would do it in the dorms whenever the Aeri and NingNing weren't there, in the still, quiet Seoul night. To be dancing here, in New York, where the nightview is completely different from their home, is a different experience altogether. The knowledge of them managing to make it this far into their relationship and career made the couple feel content.
"Can you believe we're not in Korea right now?" Minjeong uttered quietly.
"Mmm, it's surreal, for sure. But hey, we've made it, haven't we?"
"Yeah, we have," Minjeong slightly pulled back to meet Jimin's cat-like eyes she has grown to love even more as the years passed by. Cupping her face, Minjeong brushed her lips against the lone mole beneath the older's, "I'm so proud of you, Jimin-ah. I'm proud of us."
Leaning her forehead onto the younger, Jimin smiled, "Me too. Everytime, everyday, I'm always grateful. You're there, by my side, through thick and thin, and for that, I love you."
Minjeong shyly beamed, giggling, "I love you, too."
The couple didn't even pay attention to the music playing, drowning in each other's presence. If only time could stop, if only they could be like this forever, they wouldn't mind.
"Baby..." Jimin whispered, intensely looking back and forth between Minjeong's eyes and her lips. The latter took the hint and surged forward, both of them meeting in between.
Years of experience with each other led them to easily slide their lips together, in their own rhythm and intensity. When Jimin pushes, Minjeong lets her. When Minjeong gasps, Jimin will angle her head to further drink in Minjeong's whimpers, her hand on the back of the younger's head.
Soon, their gentle kisses has gradually turned into a passionate liplock. Jimin can't handle the sighs and the way Minjeong has her arms wrapped around her neck, fingers tangled between Jimin's wavy hair. Pressing their bodies even closer, Jimin can feel the air around them rapidly getting heated.
With practiced ease, Jimin carried Minjeong by her thighs and placed her on the bed, lips still never leaving each other. Now facing each other as they lied down on their sides, they continued their flurry of kisses, the song long forgotten.
"I think.." peck "..we're getting.." another peck "..carried away."
Minjeong breathed heavily, "...yeah, you're right." Their foreheads are pressed together, breaths mingling as they stared.
With one last brush of their lips, they opted to just snuggle with each other, holding each other's hand as they try to calm down.
"Whatever happened to dancing in the middle of the room?" Jimin teased, throwing her arm around the younger's torso.
"You and I both know we enjoy this too, maybe even more."
"No denying that."
"Why can't we just room with each other?" Minjeong whined under her breath, nuzzling into the crook of Jimin's neck.
"There's nothing more that I want than that, but you know they would make us film ourselves for the vlog."
Minjeong grumbled, and Jimin just laughed quietly.
"Let's just wait till you're called, yeah? You should rest some more."
Minjeong nodded, never leaving Jimin's embrace.