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@yoo jimin ᵐᶦⁿⁿᶦᵉʳᵃˡˢ Nervous excitement bubbled within Minjeong as she stood outside the room where she would officially meet Jimin for the first time post wedding. Adjusting her floral headband and fidgeting with the vibrant dress she wore, she took a deep breath to calm the jitters. Reminding herself to let her true self shine, she whispered a pep talk and reached for the doorknob. Opening the door, Minjeong stepped into the room, meeting Jimin's gaze. A genuine smile hid her lingering nerves. The unknowns of this reality show experiment added to the apprehension, but Minjeong was determined to approach it with an open heart and hopeful spirit.

As Minjeong stepped into the room, she couldn't help but notice Jimin sitting on the foot of the bed, seemingly lost in her thoughts. The atmosphere was thick with tension, and the palpable nervous energy between them was undeniable. Jimin's attempt to mask her anxiety hadn't gone unnoticed, and Minjeong felt a mix of empathy and curiosity. With a warm smile, Minjeong approached Jimin, breaking the uneasy silence. "Hi, Jimin," she greeted, her voice a comforting melody that cut through the nervous air. "I hope you've had a chance to catch your breath. This whole experience can be overwhelming, huh?"

Her tone was gentle, melodic almost- a side effect of who she was, /what/ she was. The flowers weaved throughout her hair bloom slightly as she nervously edges closer to the side of the bed, taken aback by the visuals of her.. well, her wife. That was going to take some getting used to.

@kim minjeong ʷᶦⁿᵗᵉʳᵇˡᵒᵒᵐˢ another scowl sits on jimin's face upon realization of her hand raising close to . with her brows furrowed and what seems like the seventh shake of her head, she gives herself a mental smack on the back of her head to behave herseld; fingers neatly placed on her lap (and tightly locked to one each other). it feels like deja vu born after a previous one. slipping quietly to their designated room, the commotion she hears is a future jimin's "problem", she's thankful that she finds the room empty that it gives her enough time to relax.

(spoiler: she hasn't been relaxed since making herself "comfortable" by taking a spot on the foot of the bed.)

the comforting cold seems like no use to tone her body temperature; abundant with sweat on both her forehead and palms (that folding her handkerchief front and back doesn't seem to be enough to contain herself). from an outside perspective, jimin is pale — paper sheet pale that it reaches past concerning — nervousness obvious with how her toes push the soles off the floor in a rhythm quick yet rather offbeat; sitting down does not help with the spikes she feel beneath her ribcage. anyone within the three feet radius can't tell how she's holding it together, miraculously so.

truthfully, there is a thread of nervousness weaved in the blanket of excitement that engulfs her; however not overwhelming enough to not throw off the overall colours of choice. it is her first time, signing up for something like this, rather impulsely too — and takes it as a good opportunity to add something new to her daily routine. even if it has been the nth time she swiped away non-existent buildup of sweat on either temples, she is — to say the least — ecstatic.

considering the fact that it is first time, she prepares everything to the tee, double (and triple) checks, puts herself to an imaginary simulation in order to let things flow seamlessly. from introductions, appropriate responses — covering in between laugh "naturally", and not letting herself swim into her head to the point of overthinking. a final check on her reflection by her pocket-sized mirror and she's all set; bracing herself for the very second minjeong comes in.