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If it had been any other day, Mingi would not have cared about what shade of lipstick she was wearing. Yet here she is, warm hands gripping the cool ceramic of the sink as her eyes scan over the assortment of tinted lip glosses scattered across the vanity. Is it bold to assume that it will even matter? Probably. But all she can think about is which shade of red would look nicest on her best friend’s lips; which tint would rub off the easiest to show that Yunho is hers.
“I like you. I like you. I like you,” she repeats the mantra under her breath. She knows herself well enough to know that her mind will go blank when it’s finally time to confess. She can imagine it perfectly. Mingi would rush out the words before she could hesitate, her hands picking at the black nail polish on her fingers. Yunho would probably giggle and reassure her that she likes her, too – because how could Mingi not know that? That would be when she takes a deep breath, and repeats herself.
“No. I mean I like you.”
It’s hardly the confession Yunho has probably been aching for from someone, but it’s the best Mingi could come up with considering… well, everything. Anything more, and she’d back out at the last second. Anything less, and the whole plan would go right over the other girl’s pretty, oblivious head.
A hurried knock jolts her from her thoughts, and without looking away from the door Mingi stuffs the rest of her makeup into her purse.
“Hey, did you die in there or something?”
“Nope,” she finally slides her phone into her back pocket and turns to leave, “I’m coming out.”