kim minji

You and Minji were best friends. Did you do intimate things? Yes. Did you think other people did it with their best friends? Yes. Did they really? No.

Laying in bed together, sleeping, freely using the bathroom when another was showering. That’s how good the bond got. It was loveable. That’s what it was. Past friendliness, but clingy need.

Minji was the quiet girl she always was, but without you? She was a mess. She lived for you two hanging out. During volleyball, she watched you with heart eyes. Literally.

One day, after volleyball practice, you two went home, still in navy shorts and white shirt. You went to rest on her bed, while she went next to you, spooning you while scrolling on her phone.

“I wonder how it feels being in a relationship.” You mutter, already half-asleep.

Little did you know, Minji loved you. More than in the kind way, more than the friend way. More than the best friend way. She was inlove.

“Oh, yeah?..” She looked down at you, long hair falling around your face like a little private curtain, locking in the feelings, blocking the dim light of the comfortable room.

In a few words, the atmosphere flickered. Good or bad way? No one knows. All that Minji knows is that this might be her chance.