Fight for Us

Chapter 4

She buried her face in the pillow, feeling a sharp headache starting to hit her senses. She groaned and slowly opened her eyes, looking to the side. As her eyes started to open, she frowned. The scent of the pillow and the bedroom was unfamiliar. It didn't take her long to realize that she wasn't in her bedroom. There were no LED lights with pictures of her friends on the wall. Her red sheets were gone. Her panda-shaped alarm clock was gone. Her white lamp was gone. Her books were gone.

All she saw were white sheets and a black comforter in a bed that was roughly the same size as hers. A picture of a happy family on the bedside table with a bottle of water and a MP3 player. She sat up and looked at the picture closely. When she found Minjeong amongst the people in the picture her eyes widened in embarrassment.

When she realized she was wearing an oversized t-shirt, her cheeks went red. She got up from her bed and pushed her t-shirt down, trying to cover more of her thighs.

She stepped into the living room, looking around to see if she was home. She saw a couple blankets on the couch and she felt horrible. On top of occupying her house, she had slept on her bed, leaving her to sleep on the couch.

She massaged her temples and looked around the house, not knowing what to do. It was then that she spotted a glass of water with what she recognized to be a Ibuprofen pill, next to a couple toasts and some jam. She put the pill inside her mouth and chugged it down with water, closing her eyes tightly. It still hurts.

She glanced at the door as the door was unlocked and opened, then closed. She heard the distinctive sound of plastic bags brushing together and steps, and it wasn't late until Minjeong appeared.

"Good morning," She muttered, pausing the bags on the kitchen counter. Jimin just stared at her in silence.

She vaguely remembered what had happened the night before.

She could only wonder what she had done other than trying to kiss her and then throwing up on her carpet.

Uh oh.

She instinctively looked back, noticing it was gone.

"I cleaned it, don't worry," She said, putting a couple items on a cupboard.

"...I'm so sorry-"

"-You were drunk. I've done worse," She muttered with a soft smile, before looking away, "...I washed your jumpsuit, too."

"...Who...?"

She looked up at her again, seeing as she looked down at her t-shirt, which she was wearing. Minjeong gulped down, remembering how awkward it was for her to undress her hours before. She had an amazing body, she had to admit. But she was so worried about her health that she didn't even think about staring at her. And they weren't even in a relationship. She felt that taking a look at her in underwear while she was sleeping was creepy and disrespectful.

"...You passed out," She muttered, seeing the look of surprise on her face as she realized she had seen her with nothing but her underwear, "...Don't worry, I didn't-"

She blinked and nodded, breathing out a brief smile.

"...Thank you."
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"Hey,"

Jimin turned around, surprised to see Minjeong right behind her. She was wearing a short long sleeved burgundy dress with high knee black stockings, a long black trench coat and a pair of black leather shoes, a large tote bag hanging by her left shoulder.

"Oh, hey," She answered, giving her a brief smile.

She blinked as Minjeong stared at her. She had her hair down, and it was wavy. Minjeong had never seen her with wavy hair that way and it just looked beautiful on her. Her red lips were curved up in the most beautiful smile she had ever seen.