➴ minjeong + jimin apartment。

@kim minjeong. sighing with relief as shorter relieved her of the heavy bags of food, her arms finally freed from the weight that had pressed down on them. The exhaustion from her work day heavily plagued her causing languid and slovenly movements. Upon request jimin went into the kitchen to fetch the worn out metal utensils, knowing her roommate Minjeong preferred them over plastic ones, she didn't mind the trip. She carefully picked out designated tools they would need for the meal. As she returned to the shabby dining table she began unpacking the bags with a practiced ease, her movements reflecting an unconscious maternal instinct that had developed over time. She pulled out each item with care, arranging them neatly on the counter as if orchestrating a small feast. her attention to detail and gentle handling of the food spoke volumes about her role in their shared life, where she had naturally assumed the role of caretaker, ensuring everything was just right for Minjeong.

@yu jimin. Minjeong ambled ahead to the door, tapping away the series of numbers into the keypad with practiced ease, at first she nudged to check if the faulty door would grant them access without the usual botheration of needing to kick it open, but alas resulted in such nonetheless, the thick sole of her boot thudding against the peeled surface before the door gave way to the familiar interior. The weariness of the day evident in her every step. She emptied her pockets with a single sweep, tossing her keys both owned and borrowed onto the nearby side table, the weight of exhaustion urging out each utterance from exasperated huffs of breath to the occasional grunt as she settled in. Cognizant of her beauteous friend still toting the weight of their impending meal, she moved to clear the surface of their living room table, the chipped wood stained from extended use, and Minjeong was sure one of these days the structure would eventually give out with the way it shook under any given stress. Freeing Jimin's hands, she nudged her head in the direction of their kitchenette. "Can you get the utensil, you know I hate the disposable ones-." She complained to her raven haired friend, who's tresses cascaded like a silken waterfall, completing the vision that was the woman herself. Having toed her shoes off at the door, her short blonde hair tousled and unruly as it fell past her shoulders, her frame small against the backdrop of their impecunious abode. Soon she flopped onto the threadbare couch with a sigh, the old misshapen cushions enveloping her as it had times before.

@kim minjeong. As Jimin finished stowing the food bags from her workplace into the former home for the extra helmet, Minjeong appeared with the missing artifact in hand. Jimin slipping the helmet onto her head with a grin, feeling the familiar weight of the helmet settle securely over her head. With the final preparations complete, she watched as Minjeong led the way to the borrowed motorcycle parked outside. Early on jimin profusely worried for how frequent the smaller girl would borrow from her place of employment, the feeling long ceased when she learned of the one-sided close-knit relationship she held with the owner. Jimin climbed onto the bike, wrapping her arms around Minjeong’s waist as they set off. The roar of the engine and the rush of the wind created a sensation of exhilarating freedom, and Jimin gazed out at the changing scenery with a sense of awe. Nothing she hadn't seen a million times before but nonetheless the sight was one she thoroughly appreciated. Streetlights flickered on, casting long shadows over the asphalt, while the cityscape transformed from bustling streets to rundown residential area. As they rode through the cooling twilight, Jimin allowed herself to fully absorb the shifting views, finding a rare moment of silence and quiescence. When they finally pulled up to their apartment, Jimin reluctantly released her hold, stalking off to return the heavy helmet and stuff it back into the compartment. Retrieving the food instead. "Quickly quickly get the door!" She clamored to her roommate urgently, the heavy food weighing on her arms the second time around.

@yu jimin. Jubilation lifted the corners of her gloss adorned brims, feeling weightless in the mere presence of her best friend, who’s beauty was solely rivaled by her insouciant nature. The blonde gave one final embosom before releasing the taller upon her recalling their intended meal was missing in attendance, leaving Minjeong to shoo the beauty away with a playful wag of her overturned palm, eyes immediately shifting about the area that was no less familiar to her than her own place of employment yet it never failed to consume the girls attention whenever given opportune arose. The light returned to her eyes once Jimin had returned tri stacked bundles in tow, the sight alone evoking an audible reminder of her lack consumptions, and she was once again coiling herself around the other woman, an arm s around her midsection as she lead the two of them towards her bike. In preparation of their intentions, Minjeong had ‘borrowed’ one of the larger cycles, a more spacious alternative to her usual steal, allotting for the required space and comfort of her friend, reaching into the storage compartment to retrieve the spare helmet she exchanged it with the food occupying Jimin’s hands before mounting the machine and urging the raven head to accompany her. “to our humble abode we go, m’lady.”