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▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀  ( 8 ) A ROSE BY ANY OTHER NAME // MINJI​

          as a general rule of thumb, she doesn’t do sleepovers. not with so-called friends, certainly no less with people she’s hooked up with, and, never, just never, because she can’t trust anyone to sleep around. there’s a rare handful she’s willing to around, a few that she isn’t even aware of and it’s after planning late into the night for one of her father’s endless events with minji that eunmi does unintentionally, surprisingly fall asleep. 

          when she does awaken, sunlight barely breaks through the curtains and she realizes, that of all places and positions, she’s fallen asleep on minji’s couch and not too far away is minji herself. a blanket slips from over her as she sits up and tries oh-so-quickly to gather her bearings. it’s not as if minji’s place is unfamiliar to her by now but she hadn’t expected this, hadn’t expected that she trusted minji that much but her body knows herself better than she does at time and it seems that she was so relaxed, too relaxed. 

          without knowing, she’s forced to realize just how much she enjoys the florist’ company, even beyond business. this certainly feels beyond business as she looks over minji’s sleeping form, taking the blanket that had been draped over her and gently covering the other with it. in a random bout of affection, as if some final act of confirmation that, indeed, minji seems to be a genuine friend, she leans down and places a light kiss to minji’s forehead before deciding to take an early leave. undoubtedly, her fiance will have something to say about the lack of response for the past night. she’s just always so improper in his eyes after all. 

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▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀  ( 10 ) SLEEPY HOLLOW ⭯ BACKDATED // GRIM

          he didn’t have to come along, she tells him that each time, but he almost always doesn’t listen when it’s an issue of her ‘ security. ’ it would’ve been easy enough to continue studying in his living room, occupying most of the space there as if it belongs to her, but there wouldn’t have been access to the same resources   —   older texts her professor had insisted was necessary during the lecture eunmi pretends not to listen to. she’s too restless to otherwise, fingers tapping lightly against the notebook she brought before tapping away on her laptop to reply to messages, bored to an outsider’s eye but listening intently by her own standards. 

          it’s abnormal for him to doze off, but they’re in a private study room in the library, door locked and privacy given to them because of who she is   —   not to mention, she wouldn’t have gone there if she couldn’t ensure it. a reputation is nothing if it’s not kept intact by some means. when she looks up from the pages she was looking over now, taking quotes here and there for the term paper, she thinks it’s funny how it would take anyone else another look. put sunglasses on him and he looks like the grump he pretends to be but awake. he’d look awake. in this moment, she’s aware just how lost to slumber he must be, how exhausted he was yet he was so adamant on coming. eunmi rolls her eyes even though she knows it’s endearing, even though she knows he can trust him especially in times like this   —   because she mocks him, constantly tries to annoy him, pushes his limits, but, over and over, he puts her first. 

          she doesn’t have much else to offer, not having brought anything of the sort with her, but she drapes the jacket he’d given her earlier over him, lingering as her hand hovers just over his head. fingertips barely brush against his hair and she pulls her hand away, clearing her throat. if she kept at this pace, she’d be done soon anyway, all the more reason to focus instead of this.