the girl in my dreams

chapter seven: warmth

minji pov:

while hanni has been fast asleep for a while now, i've already finished my essay, so i look at the time, 5:55 pm. maybe i should make dinner by now.. or should i wake up hanni? no, i probably shouldn't, she seems as if she's really tired and she looks so peaceful sleeping like an angel.

wait, maybe she is an angel?? the girl in my dream, hanni, han-, hanni. those soft brown eyes, the angelic brown eyes i catch a glimpse of in my dream everytime, the wings of an angel, the personality of an angel. what if.. hanni is the girl from my dream?? what, no way. i'm probably just being delusional, there's not a chance that she could be an angel, that doesn't even make sense at all..

or maybe it does, but right now i just want to enjoy her presence that's barely been here for a day and not ruin our friendship or whatever. i'm just going to let her sleep while i make dinner, i'm fairly good at cooking so i'll just cook a classic; spaghetti sounds good.

hanni pov:

i wake up, feeling as if i slept for 100 years. shoot, wait, did i really fall asleep in minji's bed?? i didn't even start working on writing the essay??? what the heck, pham hanni. since when is minji's blanket on me anyway? where even did minji go? i groan out as i move to sit up on minji's bed, feeling as if my bones broke from the way i slept, great going hanni.

as i slowly make my way down stairs (i know minji's house in and out from earlier on) i smell something good, like something's getting cooked. right, minji was (or should i say is) a really good cook.

wait what time is it? "uhh, minji? i'm sorry for falling asleep, i guess i was just tired from.. my journey to seoul.. i'm so sorry!! what's the time right now?", i ask minji, sitting down at one of the bar stools at their kitchen counter.

"oh don't worry han, it's alright, i understand!! i cooked us spaghetti, i hope you're okay with that? it's.. 6:30 pm", minji replies, her body facing the spaghetti but her attention still on me, i missed kim minji.

i let out a hum, patiently waiting for minji to finish cooking the spaghetti, i don't feel like talking. i just want to be with my minji. it feels good to finally be with her again, even if we're not lovers, i always get this familiar feeling with minji, like a warm embrace every time you see her, talk to her, just are with her.