Not Mine, Yet Yours | Winrina

2.

"Breaktime! Finally! Let’s go, I’ll give you a tour of our canteen!” Ningning excitedly grabbed Minjeong’s arm the moment their professor dismissed the class after their second subject.

Once again, Minjeong let Ningning drag her around without much resistance. It was like Ningning had a personal mission to bring her everywhere.

When they reached the canteen, Minjeong froze for a moment, her jaw practically hitting the floor as her eyes darted around the massive space.

The canteen wasn’t just big—it was huge. It looked like ten classrooms mashed together, complete with rows of tables and what felt like an endless sea of students. And the food! There were tons of choices: meals, desserts, drinks—you name it. Everything looked delicious and straight out of a food magazine.

“Here’s your tray. Just pick whatever you like, and then we’ll find a table. I still want to know more about you,” Ningning said, handing Minjeong a tray and flashing her a friendly smile.

Minjeong nodded absentmindedly, still in awe of the sheer size of the canteen and the chaotic energy around them.

After several minutes of waiting in line, picking their food, and juggling trays, they finally found a table and settled down to eat.

“So… what school were you from before this? I mean, there’s no entrance exam if you’re a second-sem transferee, so how did you get in? Unless…” Ningning squinted suspiciously, leaning closer. “You’re rich or something.”

“You could say that,” Minjeong replied nonchalantly, casually sipping her juice.

Ningning’s eyes widened, her mouth forming a perfect ‘O’. “Damn! I didn’t know I was sitting across from a trust fund baby.”

Minjeong rolled her eyes. “Oh, please. You’re making it sound like my family has an empire or something.” She busied herself tasting every dish on her tray, one bite at a time.

“Girl! Let’s not kid ourselves. This university is famous and ridiculously expensive. If it weren’t for my scholarship, I wouldn’t even be here.” Ningning shrugged as if it was no big deal, but Minjeong could sense the pride in her tone.

Speaking of the university, Minjeong’s thoughts wandered to their student council president—Yu Jimin.

Curiosity itched at her brain. What year was she? What was her major? How did she become president? And, most importantly, how did she end up in this University?

“Hey,” Minjeong said, breaking the silence. Ningning looked up from her food, giving her full attention.

“I’m really curious about our president. It’s my first time seeing her earlier. Can you tell me more about her?” Minjeong asked, eyes gleaming with interest.

Ningning sighs and shook her head in mock disappointment. “Minjeong, Minjeong, Minjeong… you really don’t know how to mind your business, do you? That curious about her already?”

Minjeong nodded slowly, almost shyly. She couldn’t help it—Jimin had a certain air about her that demanded attention.

“Fine, fine.” Ningning sighed dramatically, setting her spoon down. “But what I’m about to tell you is based on my observations and what the old students here say, okay?”

Minjeong grinned, her excitement barely contained. “Got it!”

Ningning leaned forward, her expression a mix of gossip and enthusiasm, ready to spill some juicy details.

"Her full name is Yu Jimin, second-year, taking up Bachelor of Arts in Political Science," Ningning began, and Minjeong couldn’t help but feel impressed.