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Late-night snack runs Mina is one of Momo’s favorites. Its been the reigning champion since Mina’s freshman year of college—even before they were the thing they’ve become over the last few years. But Momo loves the Mina now, the one who shook Momo awake from her half-asleep boredom zone out session on the sofa of their apartment.

The one who softly whispered Momo’s name, a specific lilt that sounded so similar to choirs of angels. Whose hair was slightly staticky from bedhead, eyes twinkling like the night sky outside, full of constellations and stars only Momo’s been blessed to see. No words are even exchanged, Momo is simply staring into the universe and how can anyone say no to such a body? It also helps when Mina’s eyes start to look a tad pleading—a slight pout forming on her still swollen lips because Momo’s a bit insatiable but really no one actually knows how much Mina challenges her.

The convenience store is larger than most, that’s one of the perks of living in such a large city, where the lights never seem to die and Momo feels as if there’s always a new spot worth discovering as long as Mina stands by her side. There’s rows upon rows of asinine products that they don’t nor will they ever need, but Mina still takes the time to peek over the top rows, gazing and picking through them. Momo wants to complain but its impossible especially when Mina is wearing Momo’s oversized black sweatshirt that swallows her whole. Its got a neon graphic design and the hoodie is all too large for Mina’s head and that makes it even more irresistible because she looks so small in it.

It makes Momo’s heart twist and her head spin, to see Mina shuffling about in an oversized hoodie that doesn’t belong to her and shorts too short that any other person would do a double take. Mina’s all sorts of cute during these moments, with no makeup and her eye bags a little more prominent. With her perpetual pout, fiddling with a figurine she absolutely doesn’t need, her hair tied up and out of her face, strands falling down so much so Momo wonders why she even bothered to try to attempt a bun.

What makes these spontaneous misadventures all the better is the way Mina, while most of the time remains quite reserved, straight-laced, and still—begins to wander. Aimlessly. Gazing around with a relaxed lull appeal—like she’s got all the time in the world even if its 3 in the morning and their bedroom is calling Momo’s name. Mina still grabs and observes each and every bag of chips, generic and name brand, as if she isn’t going to stick to routine and grab the same brand of hot chips she’s been getting since she was 18.

“One day I might,” She defended, but it was meek and shy. She said it once, when Momo teased her about it, and it tugged Momo’s heartstrings so aggressively Momo nearly doubled over.

Momo has long since given up following the woman every step of the way—she’s fidgety and needs movement—that’s the other perk of such a large location. Momo moves, double speed to Mina’s lull drag. Around and around again, occasionally gazing at the thing or two she might actually consider grabbing, but ultimately the movement is just to get her energy out.

“Zoomies,” Mina whispered once, when Momo had grown restless at the grocery store and started pacing around, grabbing and shifting the cans in the aisles to straighten them out.

“Eh?” Momo tilted her head in surprise at the statement. Mina said nothing more, but her eyes twinkled and she patted the incessant cowlick on the back of Momo’s head.

But Momo’s favorite part about impromptu convenience store runs—aside from seeing Mina grin in excitement while holding a bag of chips, ice cream, and overall overly sugary bits of cheat meals they really don’t need—is when she finds Mina again.

She never actually loses track of her, the aisles are tall but Mina’s posture has never once faltered—the top of her head peeks up just enough that Momo always knows where she is. She just simply has learned to let Mina be—there’s something cathartic and therapeutic for her to roam. Its not zoomies like she insists Momo has, but its some sort of secret thing only Mina finds true joy out of. Momo can sort of see the appeal, the way the store plays generic pop music barely audible amidst the silence, the shuffle of Mina’s (actually, they’re Momo’s) Adidas slides brushing over the freshly mopped linoleum tiles. But the real treat for Momo is when she figured there’s been an appropriate amount of time since arriving that Mina is most likely ready to leave.

Its even more of a treat when Mina’s bun is high and messy enough a few springs of hair stick up like sprouts of greenery shooting up from the ground when spring comes. Momo just simply follows the movement, lax and a bit dragged, because Momo has the car keys so Mina can’t actually go anywhere without her, not that she ever would. Its them until the end, and that declaration gives Momo the strength to live until she’s a hundred or maybe even more.

Mina’s still snooping around, but her hair moves. Momo makes her way through the labyrinth of aisles, past the chips, past the aisle dedicated to just that slime that’s taken the world by storm five years ago.

And even if its routine, it makes Momo’s heart thump beneath her chest, to hear the crinkle of Mina’s favorite chip bag cradled in her arms.

Its a treat when Momo turns the corner and Mina is still looking around, eyes wide as she’s absorbing the aisle like its her first time ever being in it and not her fiftieth. Its a treat because Mina hasn’t quite noticed her yet, so Momo takes the opportunity to quietly shuffle over, and she’s reminiscing like its their first time ever meeting and not their two hundredth or something or the other time and time meeting once again.

Maybe Momo’s a lovestruck fool, but it feels like she’s falling in love all over again as she snakes her arms around Mina’s impossibly tiny waist, buried beneath a thick layer of something that belongs to Momo. Because, Mina is hers, in a sense, and it sends Momo’s ego into a tailspin. That she can wrap her arms like she is now, pulling Mina close to her chest, until her back is flush against her. Until Momo rests her chin on Mina’s shoulder, catching a whiff of her perfume and Mina’s smell; pretty, pretty tiger lily floral scents that makes Momo’s body relax and her mouth water.

Mina only stiffens for half a second before her body immediately relaxes into the touch she’s melted into every night for what feels like ages now. Momo can feel the way her head tilts back the slightest bit to rest on Momo’s shoulder.

This is Momo’s favorite treat—holding her world in her hands and it smells lovely and like home because they can move anywhere in the world and its Mina that really makes her feel complete. She’s sure she’s told Mina this already, but the feeling is just as overwhelming as it was the very first time experiencing it. She loves Mina being buried in Momo’s clothes, feeling her body melt. Feeling her hair tickle her nose and seeing the same fucking chip bag in Mina’s arms as its always been. Always so predictable her Mina has always been.

What’s even more predictable is the habit they’ve long since developed that makes Momo’s chest ache in an unwavering yearning that has never felt satiated despite having everything in the world and then some.

“Hi,” Mina cranes her neck just the slightest bit, to where Momo can feel her eyes glued to her. This is where Momo feels most at home, when she’s the only object that matters in Mina’s gaze. When she can feel Mina putting all her attention and focus onto her and it feels like the world is nonexistent and it’s simply just them two that exist amongst nothingness. Its longing and its fulfilling in every strange way and Momo would never want it any other way.

“Hello,” **Momo greets back in kind, butterflies swarming in the pit of her stomach, her cheeks feeling red and its embarrassing but so, so fulfilling. Like Momo has been waiting her entire existence just to simply be greeted by Mina.

They look to one another for a moment of blissful silence, before Mina predictably cracks first. Smile widening, till her gums are showing and she lets out a breathy laugh that brushes Momo’s cheeks and doesn’t do her embarrassment any better. Momo’s grip tightens, even as Mina twists around, placing the chip bag on a shelf beside them next to gut health probiotic powder. Holding onto Mina for dear life like she’ll fade off with her butterflies if she lets go. Till their chests are pressed together and their noses are brushing.

Mina is still giggling, lightly and like a breath of fresh air, hands resting on Momo’s chest to keep balance. Momo’s hands grip tight, longing to hold all of her—not with all this damn material, its a damn good thing Mina looks so good in Momo’s clothes (but really, Momo prefers when she has hardly anything on at all, or absolutely nothing). Her nose is perfectly sculpted and the tip of it brushes against Momo’s own like it was meant to do just that.

“Hi,” Mina repeats, leaning in just a bit more. Waiting. Patiently.

“Hello,” Momo greets back once more, because when Mina calls, Momo can’t ever help but answer.

Then time slows, and its only them and no one else in this magical realm of the 3 AM convenience store run. Mina’s leaning it just a bit more, and Momo can feel her heart pounding all over again like she’s about to have her first kiss and not her probably five hundredth or some impossible number because who would be able to resist kissing all the moles on Mina’s face and subsequently her body?

“Hi,” Mina whispers once more, lips just ghosting over Momo’s enough to send strikes of lightning down her spine.

“Hello,” Momo’s own voice drops, and she’s suddenly just so filled with everything Mina. Her touch, the press of her lips against Momo’s, melting like they were born just for this. Her smell, the tiger lily and it makes Momo want to bury her face into the crook of Mina’s neck. The sight of her half-lidded eyes before Momo’s own close shut. The taste of Mina’s spearmint sugar-free gum layering her mouth as Momo deepens the kiss. The sound of Mina’s small noise of contentment, so loud to Momo even if its inaudible to everyone else.

3 AM convenience store runs are Momo’s favorites, because she is reminded of everything she has at the tips of her fingers. She is reminded that Mina waits for her to catch up, when she’s gone off on her own.

They pull away and Momo can’t help but let Mina pick out two ice cream cartons that probably won’t make it to tomorrow afternoon because Mina’s got the worst sweet tooth and Momo’s favorite treat is making Mina happy.

“She says you remind her of a puppy.”

It shouldn’t make Momo as light-headed and flustered as it does but it happens and she’s not complaining about it.

The admittance comes in the form of their mutual friend Chaeyoung. Its Mina’s sophomore year and Momo’s junior year of college and they’ve been friends already for some time now. The budding feeling is growing at an exponential rate but Momo has always had trouble doing anything that’s not passive acceptance in romance.

Chaeyoung, one of Mina’s best friends and self-proclaimed protector, and the thorn on Momo’s side, has always been blunt. Maybe for once Momo can say its better this way.

“A puppy?”

“Mhm,” Chaeyoung is halfway eating her sandwich, cheeks round and full with crumbs spilling, “Said you act like one. Excited, big ole eyes, sometimes you perk up when you hear a sudden noise.”

Momo knows exactly why Mina is especially adamant about the comparison. Because Momo has too much energy and Mina likes to laze around and its usually a concoction for chaos or trouble depending on the day. Momo can’t help it—Mina invites her to hang out and her definition of hanging out is literally being in her dorm room, maybe watching a movie or playing video games. Momo loves any time she gets to spend with Mina. If its not obvious enough Momo has what one would perceive to be such a hopeless crush on the woman.

Although, Momo would say it to be more akin to being irrevocably, unfathomably, undeniably head over heel in love with the woman who could be compared to the weeping angels of Victoria. Whose eyes make Momo feel like the secrets to the universe are hidden within the shine of them. Whose lips are shaped in the form of the perfect expression of just begging to be kissed. Who makes Momo’s blood rush through her body and suddenly she’s just so full of nervous, cagey, awkward energy.

Its no wonder Mina draws onto this comparison, because at some point during their one-on-one hang outs Momo snaps just a bit. Every. Single. Time.

“Just a lap around the building and I’ll be good,” Momo constantly pleads while slipping her shoes on and Mina sighs in slight discontent but there’s a ghost of a smile over her features as she watches Momo.

“Fine but you owe me something sweet.”

Mina slinks out of the comfort of her covers, wearing a pair of leggings that make Momo feel a little lightheaded because she can see the lithe muscle of her toned legs, stretched beneath such a thin silky material. They’re high waisted, Mina opted to wear no shirt but keep her mint green sports bra on, such a contrast on a woman who was so black and white. But it compliments the colored contacts she’s wearing—stormy gray with the slightest touch of green. Momo can see the strip of her milky skin, the lines of her abs shadowed by the midday light seeping through the broken blinds of her room.

“Whatever,” Momo rolls her eyes but she can feel Mina’s smirk tearing right through her facade.

There’s a brief silence—Momo doesn’t know why she’s holding her breath but she is. Mina takes a few steps closer, sauntering with an expression that’s she’s planning something but won’t say what.

“What’re you—“ Momo nearly cracks when Mina’s arms go beneath her flannel, her hands so icy as they brush against the exposed parts of her shoulders.

Mina’s eyes remain glimmering, a pout forming on her lips.

“Compensation?” She quietly jokes, tugging Momo’s flannel off her shoulders. Her touch is feathery and so cold, Momo feels her teeth want to chatter. She longs to wrap Mina up in her all too overheating body, bare skin against bare skin—she wants to feel Mina heat up beneath her, breath hot, panting the slightest.

“You’re spoiled,” Momo mutters but she’s already halfway removing her flannel and leaving her shoulders exposed with her tank.

“Its your fault,” Mina teases but its hard to say no when the smile growing on her face makes Momo’s heart swell six times its size while also feeling like she’s being shot right through the chest. “You keep letting me do what I want.”

The flannel fits Mina too large. They’re similar in height, but Mina is a ballerina and Momo is a hip-hop dancer so Mina is all prim and proper and wiry so the already oversized flannel hangs loosely off her shoulders, reaching her midthigh. Momo lets her eyes linger—indulging in the fact that Mina is indulging in being admired. Its a weird thing that works for them, dancing so eloquently around the already sprouting bloom of young love, but neither are quite there for it to fully bloom just yet.

At least Momo might not be.

“So?” Mina gives a small twirl, suggestively raising an eyebrow, “How does it look?”

Momo’s mouth runs dry, which might be for the better. Because she wants to shower Mina is as many affirmative, complimentary statements as she can muster up. She also wants to tell her she’d look even better with just the flannel on—but even Momo’s insatiable, racing thoughts know better than that.

“Beautiful,” Momo instead feels the smile tugging on her lips, “Absolutely beautiful. Did you know that Minari? You’re the most beautiful woman I’ll ever know?”

Its cheesy but it makes Mina’s cheeks glow a beautiful shade of rose, because Mina challenges Momo’s insatiable energy, but she’s much more quiet. And they dance around budding feelings and they so eloquently leap over the definite growing attraction. But they’re not quite ready but Momo is more than happy to rile her up just a bit.

“See?” Mina instead lightly laughs, “Spoil me and then have the nerve to act surprised when I act spoiled.”

“Mm you’re right,” Momo hums, “Maybe I should stop giving it to you so easily—“

“Do you want your walk or not?” Mina challenges right back, cackling with a specific feminine appeal that makes Momo want to fall to her knees.

“…Yes please.”

Momo is so down bad.

“Then c’mon,” Mina takes her hand and tugs her, “Before I change my mind.”

Momo can feel her cheeks growing warmer with each admittance. “Why are you telling me this?”

“Because,” Chaeyoung rolls her eyes, “She’s waiting you know.”

Momo stared to her half eaten turkey sandwich. She’s never one to not eat her food but right now her stomach is twisting up a bit in a way that makes her want to cringe. Its nerves and that underlying awkwardness Momo has always had trouble getting over.

Waiting.

“Yeah, I know,” Momo mumbles quietly, staring down at the way her fingers won’t stop twitching, thrumming on the table with no pattern but good rhythm, “I know, I know.”

“So, why wait?” Chaeyoung questioned and she has no problem grabbing a handful of fries off of Momo’s plate, “You keep circling around it. Its cute sometimes but why wait? Why are you waiting?”

“Just—“ Momo can’t help the shake of her leg beneath the table, “Wouldn’t you be a little afraid, too?”

“Afraid of what?”

“Your whole universe is right at your fingertips,” Momo mumbles, staring to the open palm of her hand, watching the way they twitch with a mind of their own, “Its right in your reach. But its so huge—how can you hold it all without fear of watching some of it spill?”

“…You hang out too much with Dahyun,” Chaeyoung rolls her eyes, “Too poetic for your own good.”

Momo huffs. She’s not wrong per say.

“She’s everything to me,” Momo admits, quietly, beneath the sound of someone’s fork scraping against their plate and she can feel the way her body jerks to the sound.

“Is she?” Chaeyoung challenges softly.

“She’s my whole universe,” Momo sighs, “More than just my world or the sun. She’s everything—I can do things without her, sure, but then I’m not quite living. I feel like I can only really understand what it means to live when she’s with me. The buzz under my skin only relaxes when she’s holding me, when our hands are holding together. Like she’s keeping me from free floating away.”

“Whoooo,” Chaeyoung exhales deeply, shoulders a bit tense, “You’re down bad, dawg.”

“Shut up,” Momo can’t help the small chuckle of disbelief, “This is why I hang out with Dahyun more than you.”

“I didn’t know it was this bad—“ Chaeyoung confessed, “You have to do something about it,” She leaned in, a touch closer, like she was gathering the courage to say something much deeper, “Between me and you—she loves puppies.”

Momo wants to bury her face into her hands but chooses to sock Chaeyoung in the arm instead. It must’ve not hurt enough given that Chaeyoung was still cackling on their way out of the cafeteria.

If Mina wants to say Momo is like a puppy, its only fair for Momo to have the fleeting thoughts of how much Mina reminds her of a kitten. With her constant downturned eyes that look like when a kitten is opening their eyes for the first time, a bit filmy and glazed.

With the way the woman is constantly seeking warmth, even in her sleep, clinging onto Momo in the middle of the night because she blasts like a furnace. They’re not quite official but its the winter in the beginning of Momo’s senior year and Mina’s junior year and everyone has collectively agreed its not a matter on if it’ll happen but merely a matter of when.

Of course, Mina is simply waiting patiently for Momo.

Its winter so Mina’s solo dorm is permanently frosted because the university can’t be bothered to pay for good quality heating. But its okay, they make it work, because Mina loves warmth and Momo loves giving Mina everything she wants and maybe even more. She’d bleed herself dry for Mina’s fingers to thaw.

Mina reminds Momo of a kitten in this instance, buried beneath her comforter plus three blankets, snatching Momo’s sweatshirt right off her body the moment Momo stepped in with boiling hot ramen she picked up on the way over.

“Hi,” Mina immediately greets as she opens the door, nose flush from the chill even though she’s been inside all day.

“Hello,” Momo can’t help but answer Mina’s call every damn time.

“Mine—” Mina drags Momo in by her wrist, icy fingers grabbing the hem of Momo’s sweatshirt, already beginning to lift it off of Momo despite having her hands full.

Momo stifles a chuckle, “Am I just a clothing store for you?” Its all bark no real bite because she’s hurriedly trying to help take it off her damn self. Momo’s left wearing her tank top and pajama pants but she doesn’t care because despite everything Mina complains about wanting to be warm she never helps herself with how criminally short her spandex are right now.

“You’d probably feel warmer if you were wearing pants,” Momo teases, but they’re already settled on Mina’s floor because who can bother to afford a table during this time, plus, Mina’s got a small space heater pointed right at their feet.

“Mm, but then you wouldn’t be able to see what you’re missing—“ Mina suddenly drops another one of her innuendos Momo’s become the subjected victim of. Momo isn’t really complaining but it does catch her off guard, nearly choking on the broth of her now empty bowl. “I know you like to watch. You don’t think I haven’t felt your eyes linger when I bend over?”

“Damn it, Mina—“ Momo can only nervously chuckle out.

“Hot?” Mina raises an eyebrow, its so obvious Momo’s flustered by the way she can feel nervous sweat gathering on her forehead and she can see the red over her shoulders. “I’ll turn down the heat,” She offers, discarding her own empty bowl off to the side and getting on her knees, crawling over to the space heater.

She’s doing this shit on purpose, Momo’s all too aware of their cat and mouse chase, but Mina’s no longer chasing nor has she ever really. She simply waits, until Momo’s ready to reach after her.

Its a weird state they’ve been in for a while now, a limbo of sorts. Not quite rose-colored but certainly never gray. Full of hi’s and hello’s and Momo being at Mina’s beck and call. But also filled with way too many almosts. Almost kisses, almost affections that don’t just quite hold up on their own. Full of late-night talks and falling asleep in the same bed and Momo keeps sacrificing more and more of her clothes as Mina’s closet grows fuller. But its all trivial when Mina wants more. When Momo knows Mina wants more—so Mina pushes. Momo always chases after her anyways.

Mina’s got some damn gall, that’s all Momo can think as Mina stays on her knees, bending way lower than needed to turn off the damn space heater. Her spandex are thin and tight, riding up on her thighs just enough for Momo’s mouth to want to water in sheer desire. Enough for Momo to see she’s wearing gray underwear that’s seeping through the material, and now its all Momo can think about.

Mina opts to turn off the heater completely.

“Like what you see?” Mina turns, her voice a touch darker, it makes goosebumps rise down Momo’s arms.

“You know I do,” Momo can’t even keep up the facade, the burning desire in the pit of her stomach getting hotter, burning so much so. “I always do. Whether you’re in your work out clothes, or pajamas. But especially when you’re in my clothes.”

Mina is still on her hands and knees, slinking over, like some sort of humane feline with dilated eyes like she’s finally finding the opening to pounce on her prey. Momo feels like she’s radiating so much heat she might fog up the windows.

Mina’s now crawling up Momo’s legs, till she’s sitting comfortably in her lap, legs caging her in. Momo’s thankful the wall is right behind her as she leans back slightly, she can feel the buzz down her arms, urging her to just reach out and hold Mina, to feel her. But Momo can feel the comfortable weight of Mina in her lap along with the crushing pressure of the woman of her dreams staring down to her.

“…You know I like you,” Mina says so simply, such a simple utterance but Momo nearly jerks.

“I-I know,” Momo agrees, arms crossing over herself, “You know I like you, too.”

“Do I?” Mina is taunting just enough for Momo to frown, “Do I really know?”

“I’d hope you do,” Momo is equally as petulant, “You own half my closet. You use me as your personal furnace. You even take me on walks.”

“I want all of your closet,” Mina stubbornly states, “I want to cling to you every night. I want you to plead with me every day to go touch some grass. I want to feel your hands under my shirt and shorts and for you to feel how hot I get just thinking about you. I want to be able to beg you to fuck me until my skin is raw and I’ll finally know what it means to have all of you and not this weird in-between state.”

Momo can’t even be stubborn anymore, burning so hot she wants to rip off her shirt.

“I’m always calling on you,” Mina huffs, and Momo can see the flush of frustration over her cheeks and down her neck and Momo wants to see how far down it goes, “Always. I want you Momo, so fucking badly. You’re too damn nice.”

When the universe offers herself to you, fully and shamelessly, how could one turn its back to her? When her desire is spilling out and pouring all over you, burning to hotly she’s nearly like frostbite—how can one ignore the call?

“I want to take you out,” Momo cautiously speaks, her tongue feels nonexistent and her hands are shaking but she lets them rest on Mina’s thighs. Her pretty, pale thighs full of dancer’s muscles and they’re so firm. She feels the instant electricity that’s only further fueled by the most subtle rock of Mina’s hips. Almost entirely overlooked but Momo sees Mina as her everything.

“Like…like on a date?” Mina softly questions, her voice no longer has that rough edged appeal, its all tender and jelly.

“Mhm,” Momo hums, “A real date. With flowers and a nice dinner. Where I buy you a gift that’s surprisingly out of my price range and you’ll never know how I managed to snag it. Like a beautiful necklace to compliment your gorgeous collarbones I want to claim so fucking badly.”

Mina draws a breath, bringing her hands to hold onto Momo’s shoulders, keeping her slightly pinned against the wall.

Momo lets her hands skim beneath her own sweatshirt that Mina wears so beautifully, her skin so icy.

“And we’ll talk and share wine and drink a little too much until everything I say is so hilarious to you. And it’ll make me feel like I could do anything because you make me feel invincible.”

“Then I’ll take you on your late night walk,” Mina teases but her cheeks are going rosy at the thought, “I’m going to complain about my heels so you’ll tug me to the nearest bench. And you’re such a gentleman so you’ll get on your knees and take off my heels for me, and take off your shoes to give to me and then give me your coat because you already know I’m going to complain about being cold, too.”

“And you’ll look breathtaking,” Momo sighed softly at the thought, “It’ll take everything in me to not spin you against the nearest tree and fuck you to tears right then and there.”

She tugs at the sweatshirt, Mina gives no complaints, doing the rest of the work herself, till she’s only wearing the t-shirt she had been wearing earlier. She’s got no bra and Momo can tell because the cold is making her nipples perk, the outline of them against her white shirt is making Momo feel even crazier.

“I want you,” Momo breathes out the obvious but its velvety and weighed heavily in the space between them, wrapping her arms around Mina’s waist, pulling her impossibly closer, “In every way you’ll have me. In every way you want me. However you need me.”

“…I’m not some fucking toy,” Mina tries to be firm but Momo is warm and she knows Mina’s melting.

“I know,” Momo agrees, feeling Mina grab her wrists, peeling Momo’s arms off her waist. She twists and turns, Momo lets herself be used, until Mina places Momo’s hands right over her chest, and Momo nearly squeaks.

She’s able to keep that noise beneath her voice but she’s not really hiding it well. Her hands are shaking and twitching and Mina’s nipples are hard against her palms.

“Hi,” Mina huffs out, keeping a loose grip on Momo’s wrists to keep her in place.

“…H-Hello,” Momo sputters.

“I’m not a toy,” Mina repeats, arching the slightest bit, so she’s filling more of Momo’s hands and the only thing stopping Momo from really feeling her cold skin she longs to melt is a damn thin t-shirt. “I want to be swooned. I want to be admired. Treat me well and I might just let you use me however you want—“

“I want to take care of you,” Momo pleads, maybe nearly whines, “I just want to take care of you. I want to shower you with praise and admire you like you’re the fucking second coming.”

“Then take care of me,” Mina breathlessly pleads, rolling her hips for any sort of friction, “Right now. Take care of me right now and show me you want to.”

Its all Momo needs to gather the courage to nearly rip that t-shirt off of Mina. Her nipples are hard and perky, a dusty pink that looks so fucking mouth watering in the dim glow of golden hour seeping through her blinds. Momo suppresses a groan but her hands move accordingly, cupping Mina again and finally feeling her skin against the palms of her hands.

Mina doesn’t hold back, letting out a breathy mew at the contact, like she’d been strung up and was just waiting for the perfect moment to unravel. Arching even further because now she’s the one chasing, chasing after Momo’s warmth and her touch.

“I bet you’re dripping already,” Momo whispers menacingly, pinching with her thumb as Mina’s hips jolt, sinking further onto Momo’s lap for just a bit more friction. Even with her layers she can feel how warm between Mina’s legs are.

“Uh-huh,” Mina breathily agrees, hands now in Momo’s hair, tangling and tugging in all the right ways. Urging Momo closer as she offers herself, and Momo takes the bait and kisses along Mina’s chest, along the dip, before kissing her nipple lightly, barely brushing.

“Momo—“ Mina’s voice doesn’t even sound real, it sounds like she’s mewing, so tiny and needy and wanton. “Don’t tease,” She nearly pouts, and Momo will always listen, wrapping her mouth against the skin and giving a harsh suck. Letting her tongue drag over and nipping where she can.

Its everything Mina’s been craving, pressing Momo further like she needs more, bringing Momo’s free hand to continue to massage her other breast. Mina’s making all sorts of sounds now, breathy and needy, rocking her hips against Momo’s lap so desperately. And while Momo feels like she could stay here forever and this had to be the closest to Elysium or whatever the fuck heaven is referred to in Dahyun’s mythology books—the human part of her craves even more. More and more, till Momo is dragging her teeth over Mina’s shoulder, across her collarbone. Biting and sucking and her cagey energy is springing out in waves, till she’s leaving behind a trail of marks and bruises that compliment Mina’s skin in reds and purples and Momo’s dark lipstick.

Mina’s not holding back, she never really has, pulling Momo’s hair a bit roughly, sinking into her teeth, whines and unrestrained moans right by Momo’s ear. “Fuck—“ Mina can’t help herself, “I need you to fuck me baby.”

“I’ll fuck you even better next time,” Momo promises.

“…Swear on it?” Mina manages out, cheeky enough to earn a light swat on her ass. Really, Momo isn't thinking and Mina is already clouded, so the moan she lets out isn’t unexpected but it still makes Momo’s own core start to throb with desire. But its not about her right now, its about Mina and making sure she knows Momo is worthy enough to call her her own.

Its not until their positions change—Momo now between Mina’s legs, Mina pinned beneath her, that Momo remembers she needs to kiss her.

Well, she’s been kissing her, she just got too caught up worshipping every piece of her she nearly missed the one she craved the most.

She crashes their lips together, fireworks exploding behind her eyelids from the dizzying sensation. It maybe could have been more tender for their first kiss, but neither would ever take it back. Mina is practically pleading for Momo to claim her, mouth open and digging her nails lightly on Momo’s shoulders. Momo obeys, shoving her tongue as deep as it can go, searching everywhere she can with a specific restraint because she doesn’t want to ruin Mina just yet.

Momo’s fingers curl over Mina’s center, through her spandex and even through that she can feel just how soaked Mina’s feeling. It makes her dizzy, its everything she’s been longing for and Mina jolts at the touch, hips bucking up to chase the sensation. It makes Momo feel like she could die happy—to see just how much Mina had been longing to chase after her.

“Momo—“ Mina breathily pleas, strained and longingly—arms wrapping around Momo’s neck and tugging her closer, lips ghosting over Momo’s, “Momo c’mon—“

“You’re spoiled—“ Momo chuckles, trying not to cave just so she can enjoy the moment if not just for a moment longer.

But it doesn’t take much more, when Momo peels off her spandex just for a chance to glance at how wet Mina’s become. Soaking through her dark gray underwear, nearly dripping in longing. “Oh baby,” Momo coos into her ear, breath hot and Mina’s squirming, kissing her so prettily and messily because Mina is absolutely insatiable just like Momo and that’s why they work. “You’re so wet already,” She gently teases.

She runs her fingers over Mina’s thighs, scraping the soft skin that reddens much too easily, languidly curling her fingers over where Mina needs her most just for a chance to listen to her cry.

“I-I’ll get you a necklace, too,” Mina whispers, “Something gold and s-simple. And when I want you to fuck me—I’ll tug it hard so you have no choice but to listen.”

“Like a damn dog,” Momo mutters but its lost when she presses a sweeter kiss to Mina’s cheek.

“Stop teasing,” Mina begs, holding Momo’s wrist where she needed her most, “Don’t you want to listen to me well? Give me everything I want?”

It flickers something inside Momo, gripping Mina’s underwear and nearly peeling it off in one swift motion, and Momo’s able to admire just how badly Mina wants her. The whole universe is dripping at the tips of her fingers, achingly so.

She runs her fingers over Mina’s center—she’s so soaked her fingers nearly slip inside with ease. Mina gasps, Momo can’t help her moan. Pressing her forehead against Mina’s, their hair a mess and Momo is still fully clothed but Mina is bare beneath her and she doesn’t want it any other way.

“Fuck—“ Mina is vulgar, tangling her fingers into Momo’s hair, tugging harshly as she grips on. “Right there baby,” She begs, guiding Momo to her lips to catch the start of another moan. Momo doesn’t want to wait any longer, easily slipping in two fingers and Mina is so warm. Everything of her skin is so cold, so icy and flush from the winter breeze but inside she’s so, so warm. Momo wants to melt into it, her heat and how hot she became just for Momo.

Mina gasps and rocks along to Momo’s rhythm. Dancers have a natural flow, Momo has prided herself to always know the beat, commanding it as her own. Mina’s elegantly rocking along, hips like the flow of water against Momo’s fingers.

“Give me more baby,” Mina is insatiable, “Just more, please, all of you, everything—“

Momo’s arm burns but she’d never say no to her entire existence. Maybe Mina is a bit spoiled, Momo think as she slips another finger in, its a touch tighter and Mina strains a bit but she looks so much more full and satisfied at the sensation. Satisfied because its Momo filling her, keeping her happy.

And they don’t stop, not until Mina’s marked up and Momo can feel the slight throb of where Mina’s nails digging into her are swelling a bit. It feels so good, it feels near complete as Mina rides out her orgasm against Momo’s palm, rutting into her to chase even more of the sensation. As Momo continues to kiss lazily along Mina’s marked collarbone, as Mina continues to moan. Chasing after everything Momo can give her.

They’re laying in Mina’s bed, its twin sized and its even better because Momo can finally kiss Mina like she means it, soft and tenderly. All experimental and understanding what it feels like to kiss the person you’ve fallen in love with.

Mina is bruised, she’s wearing the same sweatshirt that started all of this, nothing underneath and Momo wants to ruin her even more but she promised Mina to treat her exactly as she deserves and that includes a real date where she can get prettied up just for Momo’s eyes to see.

Mina gets up to use the bathroom, Momo can feel her blood rushing over her body, heart still pounding. The toilet flushes, the sink faucet runs, Momo hears the door creak open. Mina patters over, crawling from the edge of the bed beneath all the blankets and comforters she’s collected over the past few years. The blankets shuffle, Momo can feel Mina slinking over, crawling over Momo’s body until her weight is pressed against Momo’s.

Her head peeks out from underneath, nearly nose to nose with Momo.

Momo stills, her whole vision overtaken by Mina. Mina so prettily marked up, bruised in shades of purple, lips swollen, smelling faintly of her perfume. Her eyes are still slightly glazed with leftover desire, but there’s now a specific warmth glowing, it makes Momo’s chest pang with affection.

Momo wraps her arms around Mina’s waist, keeping her close because she wants to make Mina melt at her touch, all her touches.

“…Hi,” Mina breaths out, lips ghosting over her own.

“Hello,” Momo smiles right back, the butterflies fluttering and setting off, cupid’s arrow long since hooking into her heart, tugging at the strings as the angels sing.

The park is where Momo loves to go. Because she loves to move, she jogs and exercises with the breeze hitting her just perfect. The spring allows for that, and Mina will always accompany her, even if she’s miserable.

Because spring brings pollen and Mina never touches grass enough to get immunity to it. Its not how it works but Momo loves to tease her because Mina tugs her hair threateningly.

Mina opts to sit on a bench, headphones on, book in hand, while Momo lets out her excess energy.

“Zoomies,” Mina repeats the sentiment as she adjusts the cap on Momo’s head, bringing Momo’s fingers to her lips to kiss them each individually.

“I won’t deny it since you’re basically a cat,” Momo teases. Mina doesn’t argue.

Momo finished her routine, light layer of sweat over her flushed skin, breathing just heavily enough for her blood to flow.

Mina hasn’t moved from her spot, predictably enough. Momo suppresses a smirk, carefully walking over from behind, careful to not disturb the air around Mina.

She’s wearing Momo’s shirt, she looks way better in it than Momo ever could. They’ve been together long enough that Mina moves in with her, and it's simple and homey and all them. Momo’s clothes belong to Mina, and all Momo has to her name is Mina and its everything Momo wants.

Mina’s hair is pulled up, messy bun on top of her head and Momo grins at the sprouts shooting up. Its fitting for the season, where all the flowers are aching to bloom but they’re not quite ready yet.

She can see the nape of Mina’s neck, coming up from behind, leaning down slightly.

She blows onto Mina’s neck. She ducks down, low enough that she knows Mina won’t check. Mina turns back for a moment, genuinely lost upon where the air came from, blinking a few times before turning her attention back to her book.

Predictable and beautiful, Momo thinks as she stands back up, simply admiring Mina in a habitat not quite her own. There’s a tree nearby, Momo quietly jogs over, sitting along the roots to catch her breath. For a brief moment, Momo simply watches. Watches as the crowds come and go, as the children dash by, laughing for no apparent reason.

She watches the way buds are sprouting everywhere she looks, tulips that aren’t fully open, and daisies that chase the sun. Momo is something like a daisy, she decides, chasing her entire universe, as she moves to her own steady beat. Momo has never minded chasing her, it keeps her blood pumping and she loves being active.

The sky is so crisp blue, clouds moving softly against the breeze. Momo can see how Mina’s wispy bangs move with the wind, face tilted down as she lets her eyes scan the pages of the book. Momo smiles softly, seeing the necklace she got Mina for their first official date still sitting pretty on her collarbones, a simple silver chain with a snake charm, the eyes a pretty emerald.

“What happened to being a kitten?” Mina teased but her eyes were still in awe of the box, royal purple velvet smooth and heavy in the palms.

“There’s no good jewelry with a cat,” Momo grinned smugly, “Also you’re hypnotizing to me. Or would you rather not have one at all?”

“I was just asking,” Mina smiled, tone completely mismatching the expression of appreciation in her eyes, “…I’m still gonna get you a collar.”

Momo enjoys admiring Mina, its her favorite pass time when she’s not moving. Mina is all good things in this world, she’s Momo’s entire universe. She’s winter to the touch, summer in her core. She’s new life of the spring, she’s the early sunsets of autumn. And she’s so breathtakingly beautiful, Momo can’t help but lose her train of thought as she gets lost in the river flow of Mina’s hair.

She’s long since zoned out, unforeseeably losing her train of thought, ignoring the way Mina has finally taken notice of Momo’s presence in her peripherals.

Smiling quietly to herself, sniffling the pollen away, Mina closes her book. Tucking it into her tote bag, along with her headphones, Mina eyes Momo, basking. Taking in Momo’s dazed expression, small smile curled over her plump lips. Mina is aware she’s staring, its cute and it makes Mina feel good.

Slowly standing, Mina makes her way over, careful to not snap Momo out of her thoughts quite yet. Every step makes Mina’s heart thump a bit harder, pace quickening to the rhythm of her heart.

And she sees the moment Momo snaps out of her own daze. Her head tilts in realization, her eyes widen in recognition. She perks but refuses to move too much, letting her eyes zero in on Mina. Like a damn puppy, Mina can’t help but entertain the thought. Momo is her personal favorite puppy—with big brown eyes that constantly twinkle with a curiosity, and high energy that matches well with Mina’s own lax kind.

Momo is beautiful—Mina has always known this. She’s beautiful and handsome in all the right ways, strong and commanding in a way that makes Mina want to sink right into her without a doubt.

For as much as Momo insists that she did all the chasing, Mina knows for a fact the one who chased was herself. If Momo wants to believe Mina was untouchable, by all means Mina would indulge in that belief. But Mina has long since known Momo was the one for her, since the moment they laid eyes on each other when she was just starting her college career.

For a while, Mina was afraid her passes were just that—passing through. But Momo was just like that—cagey and nervous and constantly looking around. Constantly drawn to Mina’s energy, constantly looking for more and more of Mina that Mina so longed to give.

Then she realized Momo wasn’t ignoring her advances, she was just downright scared. Not of the commitment or the promise, but because for all Mina knew, she never understood why Momo decided Mina was everything she wanted in her universe. Maybe every so often Mina still feels like that, Momo’s constantly giving and giving and Mina wants to hold it all in the palms of her slightly clammy hands because Momo still makes her flustered to this day. Maybe every once in a while, Mina fears she cannot live up to the sheer passion Momo lives with. But time and time again she’s proven wrong—not when Momo worships the ground she walks on. Mina does the exact same for her, in her own way.

This involves approaching Momo first—each and every time. Because nothing brings Mina more relief and joy than knowing Momo still longs to answer her call.

The sun shines just a bit brighter, Mina feels like, when she crouches a bit lower to the ground, as Momo’s eyes stay glued to just her, as if she’s the only object that matters in Momo’s mind. Its a euphoric feeling Mina never quite gets over, seeing the way Momo tries to be still, knees to her chest, hands fidgeting together. She’s always been so toned, so broad, Mina wants to melt into her arms and never leave. Her shoulders are rounded, and her skin is tanner since the sun’s been out more.

Momo looks best like this, Mina decided long ago, she looks best sitting beneath the spring sun rays. Because Momo gives Mina something like new life, a chance to experience life in a way she never had before. Because Momo glows like the sun, her eyes shine like the beaming rays and constantly traveling like the breeze. She thinks Momo looks best wearing workout clothes, black sports bra and running leggings, hugging all her curves in the right places and reminding Mina just how sturdy she is. She thinks Momo looks best when she’s pinning Mina beneath her, and the gold chain Mina promised to get her hangs off her sculpted neck loosely, right in Mina’s line of vision.

Mina feels the weight of the universe on her shoulders every time Momo looks to her with that specific look. The expression that looks like Momo is bleeding out her love without any actual blood. Because the woman feels so fully and passionately and it makes Mina melt.

Mina finally approaches, as she always does, approaches first. Always having been the one to chase, despite Momo’s insistence. Mina has always chased Momo’s warmth long before Momo realized that’s what was happening.

She kneels onto the ground, the grass is freshly sprouted and the soil is a bit cool to the touch still, but Mina doesn’t really care. She seats herself in front of Momo, crisscross, looking to Momo’s puppy eyes, twinkling and full of an insatiable curiosity even if Mina is so damn predictable.

But maybe its the predictability that makes it just so very them.

“Hi,” Mina’s voice is a bit quiet, throat a bit raw from the pollen. She sniffles slightly, but holds her ground, giving Momo a small smile that always creeps up on her face when she looks to Momo.

“…Hello,” Momo greets, so damn eager and happy. Mina always feels the worst cuteness aggression and never knew what to do about it. But now, now that Momo has long since become hers, she’s finally able to release it, chasing the relief.

“Hi,” Mina repeats, grabbing Momo’s hand into her own.

“Hello,” Momo grins, so damn happy and adorable and everything Mina loves and craves and its Momo and she’s everything—

“Agh!” Momo yelps, as Mina bites her forearm with an especially harsh bite, “You damn freak!” Momo whines, but doesn’t actually pull away because she’ll cut off her arm if Mina asked her to.

“You fall for it every time,” Mina teases, pressing a soft kiss where her cuteness overload bite mark is now turning a bit red, “You know I’m going to do it. You know I am.”

“…Yeah,” Momo graciously accepts the accusation, “I do. I know it every time.”

“Yet you still let me?”

“I like to spoil you,” Momo quietly admits, and even if they’ve been together for years Mina can see her ears going pink and she feels her own cheeks burn. This damn woman.

“Stop it,” Mina insists, “You make me want to beat you up from overwhelming love.”

“Sorry?” Momo tries but Mina is already reaching over and pinching her cheeks much more aggressively than necessary, “Ow! Dude!”

“Stop being so cute—” Mina says through gritted teeth but Momo sort of really enjoys when Mina gets energetic like this. It isn’t zoomies but its something like when a cat sees a red dot. It can’t be helped, Momo prides herself in the fact she’s Mina’s weakness, that she’s the one that makes the elegant beauty go a bit stir crazy.

Momo’s other favorite Mina (her real favorite, but its not the one that can be spoken about in public settings), her real favorite Mina, is the raw one.

The one who challenges Momo’s insatiably all-consuming energy. The one who sat herself onto Momo’s lap and gave Momo everything in that one night. The one who teases and makes Momo blush with her vulgar words that she whispers breathily into Momo’s ear at the worst possible times. The one who pleads and begs and demands more and more of Momo until she’s expelled of her energy and it feels so damn good. Because Momo is always buzzing, always bustling with nerves.

This is her favorite Mina, Momo decides on a specific night, sometime in the fall when they’ve been together for a few months and its all good fun and lots of desire boiling over because its been damn years before Momo got her act together.

Mina is wearing Momo’s oversized black, white, and gray patterned flannel, and its all she’s wearing. The material drapes deliciously over the curve of her breasts, the sleeves swallowing Mina whole. This time around, Momo is leaning against the headboard of her bed, staring up at such a sight. A sight she looks to never get tired of looking at, gazing to the bare skin of Mina’s stomach, her abs flexing, her thighs twitching as Momo is caged in not unlike the first time around.

Only this time, Momo can feel the way her mouth hangs open just a bit, in sheer awe, in pure reverence of the goddess above her, who’s slowly lowering herself down onto the strap attached to Momo’s hips. Mina’s eyes are fluttered shut and she squeezes them just the slightest bit tighter, features straining just enough for Momo to get that rush of pride at knowing Mina’s getting so much just from her.

Her nails are digging into Momo’s shoulders for good measure, a sharp ache that sends shivers down Momo’s spine, as her hands dig into Mina’s bare skin over her hips, gripping so tight she hopes she bruises them just enough.

Mina’s never quiet, and she’s definitely not starting now. She’s breathy and moaning at the sensation of being stretched so good in every way she always wants to be. Her moans are just loud enough for Momo to swallow the dryness away, simply stilled to a state of utter amazement, as Mina just lowers herself until she’s taken everything Momo can give, breathing heavily, in through her nose and out in short bursts.

There’s a stretch of silence, because Mina is adjusting and Momo is stunned. They’re both glazed in sweat, Momo feels sticky but Mina sparkles so fucking prettily. Shimmery like the river Momo feels like her whole body represents, her wispy bangs now damp and clinging to her forehead, body flush and pink from blushing and being riled up. She’s marked up on her chest and collarbones because maybe Momo has a problem and maybe the concept of being compared to a puppy is getting to her because all she wants to do is mark her territory, mark everything of Mina she can because Mina is hers and she can give Mina everything she needs.

Mina’s eyes crack open, half-lidded and full of lust and dazed from being so filled. Her lips are swollen from Momo nipping and they’re such a cute shade of peachy pink, pulling into a breathless smile, looking just a bit addictingly drunk.

“…Hi,” Mina’s voice is all breath, wrapping her arms around Momo’s shoulders, as Momo cranes her neck up to view such a pretty sight, so breathtaking Momo forgets to breathe.

“Hello,” Momo finds her voice, staying as still as she can for Mina to relax into the position.

“Hi,” Mina breaths out again, planting hot, aimless kisses along Momo’s jaw and cheeks, lazy and drunk on lust, Momo can feel the way Mina begins to rock her hips, a stuttered rhythm because the tip is hitting everything Mina needs.

“Hello,” Momo reaches up and moves Mina’s frizzy hair behind her shoulders, as her flannel hangs off, leaving Mina’s shoulder exposed, looking like a marble statue but she’s much more flexible than those.

“Hi,” Mina presses a light kiss against the tip of Momo’s nose and she wants to laugh so badly because its so uncharacteristic for the situation they’re in and its entirely predictable for Mina.

“Hello,” Momo greets once more, craning her neck and capturing Mina’s lips into a grounding kiss, full of unspoken promises and a desire Momo hopes Mina can sense. The desire to just give Mina everything she can muster, to fulfill every desire she aches for, to satisfy her insatiable endless craving to be loved and claimed.

“Fuck,” Mina breaths out when Momo pulls away, kissing at her neck languidly, tongue heavy and leaving a trail. “Fuck Momo you’re so big—”

“Beautiful,” Momo mumbles, reaching up and sliding her hand up from Mina’s stomach to her neck, applying the slightest bit of pressure, just enough to make Mina shiver, “So beautiful. You’re taking me so well baby.”

“Am I doing good?” Mina questions, looking down to Momo with a specific expression. She wants to be praised, she wants to be spoiled.

Momo’s favorite treat is spoiling that woman.

“So well, baby,” Momo insists, nearly cooing to see Mina preen at the praise, hips jerking a bit because now that she’s full Mina needs movement. “You look so fucking pretty like this baby. I want to see you like this,” Momo claims, bringing her fingers to caress Mina’s cheek, “I wanna fuck you until you forget your name.”

“Fuck me until I can only speak yours,” Mina pants out, as Momo presses two fingers against Mina’s lips. Mina opens her mouth, taking all of what Momo can offer in as Momo draws a sharp breath. Mina coat her fingers, tongue swirling as Momo can only watch Mina continue to let her teeth gently graze the skin of Momo’s fingers.

“You want that?” Momo pants out, removing her fingers and giving a quick swipe over Mina’s already swollen sensitive clit. The sound she lets out is high pitched and feral, head tilting back slightly.

“Uh-huh,” Mina can only nod furiously, tightening her grip to Momo’s body, “Yes baby please baby just use me up—“

Momo moans, hands digging back into Mina’s hips not even caring if she’s holding too tight. Not when she’s on a mission, lifting Mina up a bit, as Mina uses her thigh muscle to help.

Momo snaps her hips up, Mina cries out. Its raw and its music to Momo’s ears, setting a harsh pace immediately because Mina wants the pleasure and Momo’s chasing the sensation—Momo always feels like she’s chasing and she loves it, loves the way her cheeks flush and she has to catch her breath.

She’s chasing Mina’s pleasure for her, but Mina is just as desperate, crying out and taking all of Momo so well.

The position doesn’t last very long, because despite both their attitudes, they are still very much in love. And Mina loves being spoiled and Mina is Momo’s favorite sweet treat. Momo wraps her arms around Mina’s waist, she’s always been so tiny in Momo’s arms, flipping them around. Slowly taking herself out as Mina mews and squirms, hips bucking to keep chasing the feeling.

“Baby—“ Mina is immediate in her begging, as Momo sets herself at the foot of the bed, “Momo, please—“

“Spoiled,” Momo chuckles, grabbing Mina by the ankle and dragging her down with ease. The feat of strength only suffices to make Mina wetter, hotter right to her core, aching to be filled once again.

“That’s what happens when you keep giving me the princess treatment,” Mina sighs with half-lidded eyes, looking up to Momo as she realigns herself, tip rubbing against where Mina needs her most. She moans and whines, but ultimately gathers herself enough to keep talking. “I start to expect it.”

“Good,” Momo breathes out quietly, drowned out by the sound of Mina’s stuttered noises, meaningless babble as Momo pushes herself back in, with so much more ease because Mina wants her to. She brings one of Mina’s legs up, draping it over her shoulder for a better angle, hips pressed against the Mina’s skin. “Means I’m taking care of you good,” Momo mumbles, watching Mina come apart as she sets that same achingly harsh, fast pace, “Because no one else can take care of you like I can, right?”

Mina can’t respond, she’s too busy seeing stars behind her eyes as Momo continues the pace but her cries are enough to satisfy Momo’s questions.

“Right there, baby—“ Mina’s pitchy but manages it out when Momo adjusts herself slightly, she moans loud and unfiltered, reaching and raking her nails down Momo’s back. It hurts so good, Momo hopes to see red streaks down her spine, she hopes maybe Mina might scratch her hard enough to make her bleed.

“Baby, baby, baby—“ Mina whines, “I wanna—c-can I—please—“

“You wanna come, baby?” Momo finishes Mina’s broken thoughts, hands groping Mina’s breasts without mercy because the woman is a sucker for pain just as much as Momo is. Rolling Mina’s nipples between her fingers until Mina is near tears and she’s sloppy while trying to match Momo’s relentless pace.

Momo feels Mina tug her by her hair again, pulling her in for a bruising kiss as Momo’s hand finds its way back down to Mina’s swollen clit, swallowing away Mina’s moans as she fucks Mina right through her first orgasm.

Mina’s twinkling in sweat, the beads rest so neatly over her body, Momo kisses the droplets as she slows the roll of her hips, kissing everywhere she can over the bruises as Mina lets out a shaky breath. She’s tremoring—riding out the last wave of pleasure she can as her hips jerk unevenly, chasing Momo’s hand.

Mina’s eyes slowly blink open, dulled and exhausted but Momo finds her to be so beautiful like this. She kisses anywhere and everywhere she can, Mina’s breathing still settling.

Momo’s exhausted but she still feels the energy beneath her fingertips. Sliding herself out, listening to Mina hiss at the sensation. Her mouth waters at the sight of Mina’s thighs, glossy with sweat and wetness from her core coating her inner thighs.

“You take me so good,” Momo mumbles and kisses Mina’s temple, intent on letting Mina relax, her body pliant and heavy limbed. Letting her hand massage Mina’s thigh firmly, tenderly.

“Give me more, then,” Mina suddenly mumbles, rolling over, back towards Momo, on her knees. Ass up, offering herself in a way that makes Momo want to fall to her knees, lightning striking right to the pit of her stomach.

“Fucking hell Mina—“ Momo laughs out, bringing a hand to cover her face for a second, and sure, she just fucked Mina into oblivion, but somehow, Mina is so unexpected yet entirely predictable. Insatiable.

“You can never get enough, huh?” Momo questions but she’s already eager to please, running her fingers through Mina’s folds and feeling how slick the woman still is. “Spoiled.”

“S-Spoil me and then ah…act surprised when I-I’m spoiled—ah—“ Mina breathily moans out, Momo curling her fingers softly into her her, letting her other hand scrape down Mina’s back.

When the universe offers herself to you, whole and raw and vulnerable—who is Momo to deny such an intimacy? Why would she want to deny her entire reason for learning to live? So she doesn’t, and Momo gives her everything she can, chasing after Mina’s pleasure as Mina chases after Momo’s touch.

This is Momo’s favorite Mina.

When Momo aches, it runs through every fiber of her being. When Momo’s dance unit lost an important competition, and she, as the head, had to take the hit from her coach and her teammates, she took it absolutely hard.

Mina hadn’t seen her this worn out in ages—they’d been dating well into a year, its winter again, and this winter is full of aching. Mina’s bones ache and Momo’s emotions ache. Of course, its really not just one person’s fault, but if Momo could choose, she’d pick herself time and time again.

Mina arrived home, shoving the door closed because the winter chill is a force to be reckoned with, blasting and nearly making Mina fly away with it. She sighs, dropping her bag and slipping off her boots.

“Babe?” Mina calls out, of course she’s aware her voice never carries, looking around. The living room is empty, the lamp still on. There’s a fragrance of food wafting from the kitchen, Mina sees the stovetop on low heat, a pot resting.

She curiously lifts the lid, beef stew fresh and warm and Mina sighs at the sight. But despite how starving she feels from a long day, all she aches for is melting into Momo’s arms, sighing in relief at her touch.

“Momo?” Mina repeats, since the kitchen is empty, making her way to their bedroom.

She pushes the door to their room open, cold from the weather—the bed is still made from this morning. But Mina hears it, the sound of the shower water running, and she sees the lights seeping from the bathroom door.

Mina sees the pile of Momo’s clothes tossed carelessly beside the bathroom door, piled and crumpled. Mina stifles a smile, removing her scarf, tossing it onto the bed. Tugging off her coat, slipping off her sweater. Stripping off every article of clothing, before pushing the bathroom door open.

The shower runs louder now, a blast of warm air making Mina sigh in relief. The glass doors of their shower stall is foggy, droplets streaking down at the heat. Momo’s body is obscured, but Mina has learned every curve to know she’s facing to the water, back turned so she did not notice Mina’s presence.

Mina only watched Momo just a tad bit longer, before making her way over, carefully tugging the door open. The shower stall was even warmer than the bathroom, mist flowing in the air. The shower water is running harshly, Momo still soaking beneath the water.

Mina takes a moment to admire. The way Momo’s back is flexing as she starts to scrub the shampoo into her hair. The line of her spine, the dimples on her lower back. The toned, firm muscles of her thighs, the lining of muscles down her arms.

Momo’s been aching, Mina reminds herself, planning all the ways she could spoil and ease Momo’s aches. Because despite all the hardness Momo tries to be—she was everything soft and tender. She gave everything to Mina and Mina loved to give it back, chasing for Momo’s love.

Mina clears her throat just the slightest bit, smirking when she senses the way Momo prickled at the sound. Remaining mostly unmoving, but the shift was enough for Mina to smile.

She wrapped her arms around Momo’s waist, feeling the way her chest pressed against the taut muscles of Momo’s back, feeling the slight dampness of the water running down her skin.

Mina enjoys the moment as she presses a few kisses against Momo’s back and shoulders. Momo’s arms come down to rest against Mina’s, their hands lacing together. Slowly, she can feel the way Momo melts beneath the attention, sighing as her muscles became less tense.

“Hi,” Mina whispers into Momo’s ear, lips brushing the shell of her ear.

“…Hello,” Momo whispers back, barely able to be heard beneath the shower.

“Hi,” Mina presses her lips to Momo’s neck, peppering gentle kisses down as she could reach, palms gently rubbing the smooth skin of Momo’s abs.

“Hello,” Momo responds, eyes fluttering shut, small smile forming, its not entire but its just enough. Because Mina knows Momo is aching, hurting a bit and just needs some love.

“You never spread the shampoo evenly,” Mina chastises softly, urging Momo to turn around. Momo listens, twisting so they’re chest to chest, as Mina reaches up.

The water continues to run, Mina lets her fingers scrub through Momo’s hair, until the suds rise and her shampoo is evenly spread. Momo is watching her with wide eyes, Mina feels the same slight pressure in the center of her chest she gets occasionally. When Momo is looking at her like she’s all that matters and maybe all that exists.

It leaves Mina a bit breathless every time that Momo can hold so much emotion in her eyes, her very soul exposed bare for Mina when she chooses to look. Sometimes she questions if she deserves such a title, to be the apple of Momo’s eye. To be the center of her universe.

“You scare me,” Mina suddenly admitted, letting her hands stay a bit tangled in Momo’s lathered hair.

“Eh?” Momo questions quietly, arms wrapping around Mina’s waist and guiding them to turn, so that Mina was now beneath the water; feeling the slightly heated temperature make her achy bones melt.

“Yeah,” Mina admits, shyly, even though they’re naked in the shower they’ve been sharing for months. Even though they’re chest to chest, Mina grows shy. “Sometimes, you look at me in a way.”

“A way?” Momo tilts her head to the side in curiosity. Mina can see how exhausted she’s looking.

“Like…” Mina tries to find the right words, “Like I’m the center of your universe. And sometimes, I get nervous. Shy, I guess. Because I don’t know if I’m ever going to be able to hold the entirety of your love in my hands.”

“Mina,” Momo said softly, sounding just a bit tired, “You aren’t the center of it. You are the entirety of it. My universe. And I’m always going to bleed for you. You don’t have to catch it, you just have to let me. Just call me and I’ll answer every time.”

At her beck and call.

“…Hi,” Mina whispers, cupping Momo’s face in her hands, her whole everything.

“…Hello,” Momo whispers back.

“Hi.”

“Hello.”

“Let’s rinse your hair,” Mina orders, “Its about you. I’ll shower after.” Momo doesn’t argue, she only nods and just lets Mina do as she pleases. Mina’s touch has always been Momo’s favorite, even when they were just friends, her soft, delicate touch that went rough real quick in the right situation. Her soft skin and smooth palms, touching Momo in all the ways that make her come undone but also make her feel such an overwhelming sense of security. Mina’s touch makes her feel loved. Held in the arms of her universe.

She rinses the shampoo from Momo’s hair, lathering conditioner and running the wet comb through. Momo only leans her head back, letting Mina’s fingers massage her scalp to ease the tension in her jaw.

Mina gets Momo’s shower rag lathered up, soapy and sudsy, beginning to scrub over her chest, down her arms, down her stomach. Over her back, trying to loosen the tension in Momo’s shoulders. It’s intimate, it’s trust like no other, but its Mina and Momo. Momo is aching and Mina wants to ease her pains. She wants Momo to always be bleeding happiness, she wants Momo to feel lathered and loved in all the ways Mina can give, chasing the feeling of Momo’s utter appreciation.

She rinses the soap from Momo’s body and kisses every piece of skin she can reach in reverence and adoration. Appreciating everything Momo has always had to offer and even more. Kissing the moles and freckles only visible to Mina’s eyes because she was special enough to see Momo so bare. Kissing her neck and collarbones in worship, down her chest, over her shoulders. Momo’s hands tangle in Mina's hair not in lust but in trust, holding onto her as she allows Mina to appreciate her as much as she can.

The water runs from hot to lukewarm by the time Mina is finished washing Momo. Momo is comfortably predictable, Mina smiles and feels her heart twist a bit at the same time, seeing the water running over Momo’s face and knowing there’s tears mixed in, streaming down her slightly puffy cheeks. She does the world’s quickest half-assed shower on herself, stopping the water and guiding Momo out, sitting her on the toilet seat. Reaching for a towel, and beginning to dry Momo’s hair.

Momo always gets overwhelmed with life, always feeling so passionately in a way Mina cannot fathom. And she knows it hits Momo harder when she’s struggling. Whether with work or friends, it always hurts her more deeper much faster.

“Wanna talk tonight?” Mina quietly offers, kissing down Momo’s arm, down to her knuckles, kissing each and every fingertip. Using the towel to pat dry Momo as best as she can.

The tears are still streaming down Momo’s face, as her eyes flutter shut, shoulders relaxing as she lets go a bit more. She doesn’t respond just yet, she simply cries just a bit more, quietly but still so vulnerable. Mina can feel her heart tug, wrapping her arms around Momo’s shoulders, burying her face into her still damp hair. She feels Momo’s arms wrap around her waist, burying her face into Mina’s chest. They’re both still damp and the bathroom is warm and they haven’t even put on clothes yet. But Mina still holds onto her everything steady, Momo clings onto her universe. It feels safe, it feels secure, its what Momo needs right now because Mina has always chased after Momo since the start and she intends to keep doing just that. Chasing Momo’s comfort, chasing her fleeting passionate feelings to try to grasp onto them as tight as she can to understand them.

The night ends on the sofa, empty bowls on the floor and Mina will pick up later. This time, Mina is lying on her back, as Momo lays her head on Mina’s chest tiredly. Her eyes are a bit puffy still, blinking tiredly as the tv plays a rerun of a show they’ve seen before. Mina has her arms around Momo, she’s a comfortable weight on Mina’s aching body, and Mina wants to laugh that Momo still brings Mina comfort even when it should be the other way around.

Momo never answered Mina’s suggestion, but she really needs Momo to talk or she never will. She recalls Momo’s claim.

“…Hi,” Mina whispers.

“Hello,” Momo croaks out. Mina’s heart squeezes, she presses a kiss to Momo’s forehead.

“Talk?” She asks, because Momo has always spoiled her and has always been at her beck and call and sometimes Mina uses it to her advantage but for the sake of making sure Momo is okay.

“I—“ Momo’s response is immediate, blinking a few times, “…Yeah. Okay. Talk.”

A foreign language credit is really the least of Momo’s worries. But her academic advisor is starting to really pester her about it and she’s already in her second year of college and she really can’t afford to keep putting it on the back burner.

“You’ll survive,” Sana and Dahyun walk by her side, she’s in the middle of them because it makes being the third wheel a lot less embarrassing when they can’t be making love eyes to each other.

“I know I will,” Momo pouts, “I just don’t want to.”

“English wasn’t that hard,” Dahyun muses thoughtfully, “Just follow the assignments and its a breeze. Its not like they’re expecting a professional conversation.”

“It just sucks I don’t know anyone—“ Momo whines, “Since you two are ditching me—“

“Its called CLEP and you’re not proficient in any other language,” Sana rolls her eyes, “Suck it up.”

They walk through the door into the classroom, Sana and Dahyun have the thoughtfulness to at least linger for a bit as Momo adjusts. Momo sees the way Sana perks up, eyes widening in recognition.

“Oh hey—” She chirps, “I know her.”

Momo scans the room, Sana’s pointer finger is hardly giving any actual useful direction. “Who?” Momo squints.

“Her,” Sana only points once again, “She was at freshman orientation. She was in my guide group. Sweet girl. I’m pretty sure her name is Mina.”

“The one with the headphones on?” Dahyun tilts her head curiously, and that’s enough information for Momo to scope out and scan through the crowd.

Momo’s heart catches in her throat, slowing down her movement until she’s completely stilled. Her body cannot seem to bring itself to move, its completely malfunctioned. She sees her—Mina is her name, yes? Having already claimed a seat that’s not right up front, but its close enough to show she intends to pay attention. Her notebook is already open and set to a random page, pen in hand. Her dark, dark hair is pulled away from her face, eyes downcast with long lashes.

Her lips are a bit pouty, her chin is sharp, she’s looking around the classroom like she’s hoping she’ll see somebody she knows but is failing. There’s two other faces nearby her, each amongst each other, like a group. Maybe Mina is in the same boat, getting dropped off by friends for a class she didn’t even really want to take. Momo’s heart lurches, aching to go over and greet her. But Momo is a sophomore and still very bad at taking action—she’s only ever been passively accepting of others’ romantic advances.

“Well, I guess that’s it,” Momo decides, breath a bit harder to catch, planting herself onto the desk nearby. Auditorium style classrooms were always a pain anyways with the sheer volume of students coming in, “I’ll see you two later.”

“I’m going to say hi again,” Sana decides as they make their hasty exit, and Dahyun smiles because the woman has always been way too extroverted for their own good.

But the blush over Momo’s cheeks wasn’t exactly subtle and Dahyun enjoys seeing the many ways her girlfriend tries to align fate. So she stays quiet, following Sana to the other side of the classroom.

“Myoui—“ Sana pops her head into a trio conversation, “Mina, right? Its me, Sana!”

The headphones girl perks up immediately. “Sana?” She repeats her name in surprise, “From orientation?”

“Yes!” Sana grins a bit madly, throwing her arms around Mina which the woman may not have been expecting. But Sana has always been like that and it doesn’t mean any harm. “Oh, I knew I recognized you—!”

“Girls,” Mina turns her head to the two other students by her, “This is Sana. She was a guide at my freshman orientation.”

“Nice to meet you,” Chaeyoung has known Mina since middle school, straightening up a bit to compensate for the short height, trying to shake Sana’s hand but Sana is already embracing her.

“She's a hugger,” Dahyun jokes quietly when Chaeyoung shakes her head a bit more dazed, “You get used to it.”

“I’m Jihyo,” The other one greets, “I’m a sophomore too, but you might not have seen me. I’m not usually on this side of campus.”

“Are you guys in this class by chance?” Mina quietly brings the conversation back to the start, “I’m not exactly looking forward to being here alone.”

“Sorry,” Dahyun gave an apologetic smile, “We’re not. We were just dropping off a friend—“

Mina perks, slipping her headphones fully off her ears, letting them hang around her sculpted neck. Her eyes are searching the room, looking to find a face to the claim.

“Which one is—“ Mina suddenly stops, voice catching in her throat. It appears to be out of character, with the way both Jihyo and Chaeyoung watch her with a split moment of concerned confusion.

“Is it—“ Mina can feel her heart start to pick up, suspiciously feeling like her emotions were just a few steps ahead of her, motioning to the other side of the classroom.

“Is it…?” Chaeyoung urges the woman to continue.

“Um,” Mina tries and fails a bit, blinking a few times like she’s trying to process where she is, “The one with the shag cut,” Mina describes, “Dark lips. Brown eyes. Wearing the flannel and gray sweatpants. Sitting across the auditorium.”

“Nice eyes,” Sana’s eyes twinkle, “That’s her alright.”

Mina draws another sharp breath, Dahyun can see the way her eyes seem to come brighter to life, twinkling as she takes in everything of Momo she can from this distance. One hand curling into a fist, pen still in her hand. Its like Dahyun is witnessing something like destiny in the works. Like the world suddenly became brighter and everything is starting to fall exactly how it needed to fall. Dahyun has never been against the idea of fate, she’s always loved the idea that the one you love was crafted just for you. Mina sticks out to her for this reason, because she’s never seen someone fall head over heels in love just in the way she witnessed right now. Quietly, shamelessly, just as easily as breathing would have been.

“She…” Mina blinks a few times, trying to garner her thoughts, “Is she—”

“She’s a dance major,” Sana tries to fill in the gaps, “Sophomore. Hip-hop dancer. A bit fidgety—”

“Is she…” Mina swallows, “Is she looking…for…for a friend…?”

“We’re always down to hang out,” Sana smirks knowingly, “But her personally? Maybe go talk to her first. She’s a bit hard to get to open up.”

Jihyo let out a whistle, startling Mina enough for her cheeks to go pink. “Damn, girl,” She teases, “I’ve never seen you make a claim so quick—”

“This isn’t a thing that happens often!” Mina blurted nervously, “I-I’m not doing anything—”

“Its okay,” Dahyun grins right back, feeling a bit cheeky, “We’re not going to get in the way of anything. Swear on it.”

“She…” Mina mumbles suddenly, gathering her items and shoving them back into her backpack. She hastily zips it back up, standing up. She’s around Momo’s height, her hair is much longer and just as dark. She oozes a specific energy that makes everyone around her want to only pay attention to her. Dahyun can feel how all of them can’t help but observe her, even if she’s looking more and more shy as the seconds pass, “She looks like she could use a friend.”

“She probably could use one,” Sana gave a wink, “She’s going to be lonely all semester if you don’t.”

“We should…” Mina trails, “Uhm…sorry. This is a bit weird—”

“We should hang out soon,” Sana completes the offer, Dahyun sees how Mina is almost great at starting things but loses her nerve a bit. Maybe because she’s still young and juggling feelings and common sense. But you can’t deny when the red string decides to tug at your heartstrings, like it seems to be doing to her at this moment. Making Mina scramble for just a chance to hear Momo say her own name. “Maybe with our friend, yes?”

“…Y-yeah,” Mina agrees, nodding fervently, “I—um…I’m going now.”

“Okay,” Sana smiles kindly. Dahyun grins.

“Go get ‘em tiger,” Her friend Jihyo teases and Chaeyoung simply watches. Mina scurries off.

“So, she just basically called dibs on her, right?” Jihyo giggled. Chaeyoung snorted.

“Maybe a bit,” Sana scrunched her nose, laughter leaving her lips, “It was cute, it was cute. I’ve never seen two people make such instantaneous connections to one another.”

“Our friend may have had a similar reaction,” Dahyun explained, feeling warm, “Couldn’t stop staring. But she’s definitely not as brave as Mina seems to be.”

“Oh, Mina’s not entirely brave,” Chaeyoung snorted, arms crossing with an affectionate expression, “But she definitely knows how to make things work in her favor.”

“Maybe they’ll be good for each other,” Sana mused gently, hand slipping into Dahyun’s with a practiced ease, “All we can do is wait and see how it unfolds.”

“Are we just accepting our friends might fall in love?” Jihyo suddenly questioned as all four of them headed out of the classroom. “I would have thought this would have felt a lot stranger.”

“Momo deserves to be in love,” Sana simply shrugged, “If it comes in the form of Myoui Mina, then by all means—”

“Mina deserves to be loved,” Chaeyoung agreed with the sentiment, “If that’s what Momo wants to give then, you know?”

Momo has always been hyperaware of her surroundings. Like she was never able to just place her focus onto one thing at a time, instead everything was equally as intense as everything else. Classrooms were a bitch like that, everything buzzing and she could never just focus in on what she needed to.

But right now, she became acutely aware of the movement in her peripherals. She straightened up slightly, not daring to turn her head but now only able to focus on that movement. Breath catching in her throat, feeling her fingers twitch and curl into fists as she tried to keep her nerves at bay. The body draws closer, Momo can’t even pretend to focus on anything else, she can only stare straight ahead, feeling too nervous to look just yet.

Momo has already made the connection that this was the woman she couldn’t stop staring at just a few minutes ago, standing right beside the empty seat beside Momo. She doesn’t speak, she pulls the chair out and plants herself into it, placing her backpack on the ground, unzipping it and taking out her contents. Momo’s eyes can’t help themselves, watching the efficient movements, the way she opens her notebook, the date already written in. Taking out a few pens from a pencil case, placing her phone beside them, face down.

Mina, her name is still fresh in Momo’s mind, still a novelty and so new. She has pretty manicured French tip nails and her eyes keep flicking over to Momo just as much as hers are. Full of almost eye contact and a specific fuzz in the air.

Momo longs to turn around and introduce herself, but the deep knot in her stomach is stopping her. She instead grips onto her pen with an especially tight grip, beginning to click it open and close as if it would get rid of her excess energy. Her leg starts to shake, her free hand taps on the table.

Its the first time Mina has thought of Momo to be similar to a puppy. Full of trapped energy that she needed to get rid of and the way her ears perked at the sounds going on around her. Like she was resisting the urge to look at every single movement happening around them.

Like she had too many thoughts going on in her mind, Mina thinks to herself because Momo is multitasking all her nerves away and her eyes keep flicking over and Mina wants her to fully look to Momo but she seems to be avoiding just that.

So, Mina decides maybe its her turn to do the introductions. She’s never been the one to do this, never been the one to take action to sit and greet. Most tend to do it to her, she simply lets it be. But right now, Mina’s chest is tight and her heart is pounding, and some voice in the back of her brain is telling her this woman is going to be in her life for a very long time if not forever. Maybe its the messy cut hair, maybe its the lipstick. Maybe its Momo’s strong jaw or her pretty lips. Maybe its her eyes that remind Mina of a puppy, deep brown and constantly sparkling. Love at first sight is what Mina wants to call it but she doesn’t want to scare the woman away by coming on too strong, so she settles for what she thinks might be the best option.

Just a simple greeting.

Mina takes a deep breath, Momo’s hand drumming the table top with a dull pulse, eyes still darting around like she wants to make a move but just can’t get herself to, and Mina sort of has this acceptance that she’ll wait. She can wait. If it means to see what can come of this. If to see how this goes.

She reaches over, gently brushing her fingers over Momo’s wrist. The movement is so sudden enough it makes Momo stop in her tracks—the clicking, shaking, and drumming all stop, ceasing into a steady silence. Mina lets her fingers stay, catching Momo’s attention at the action.

Momo stares at the contact, head spinning because its the first time in a long time she feels…stilled. Silenced but in a way that the buzz is suddenly not so overwhelming.

Momo thinks maybe its not the worst thing in the world to look to Mina. She lets her eyes trail up, seeing Mina’s face up close and she’s even dreamier from this distance. When Momo can see the dewy sparkle in her eyes and the constellation of moles over her features. Her hair is messily pulled away from her face, headphones hanging off her neck. She’s got a straight posture and broad shoulders, her zip up hoodie dragging off of one shoulder. Her perfume is strong from this distance, Momo is slapped with floral notes of vanilla—it makes her dizzy in a way that makes the smile curling on her lips impossible to hide.

Mina thinks Momo laying her eyes on her for the first time may be the best high she’s ever experienced. Momo’s eyes are so absorbing, pretty and taking everything in. She’s even cuter up close, with the subtle scrunch of her nose, with the light trail of freckles over her cheeks from the summer sun. With the muscles in her neck tensing slightly as she continued to trail over Mina’s features. She’s got a slight slouch but strong shoulders, her flannel fits her nicely but Mina can see the definition of her stomach even through the tank top she’s wearing. Mina can see the way Momo’s breathing stutters a bit, feeling a surge of confidence to know she’s not the only one a bit winded by this interaction. She sees the smile forming on Momo’s face and its impossible not to smile back.

Mina won’t say she’s in love, not yet. Because Momo appears like a puppy, excitable but easily startled. Mina loves puppies more than anything and she thinks Momo might just be the one. So a simple greeting is what she chooses. She only hopes Momo wants to respond back. Its up to fate on that one.

“Hi,” Mina quietly greets. Its so much quieter than Momo is expecting, but something about the gentleness in her tone doesn’t make Momo’s skin prickle. In fact, such a simple word makes Momo relax at the melody. Her voice is pleasantly raspy, Momo thinks she could listen to it for hours and never grow tired.

Momo doesn’t know how to handle the many thoughts she’s suddenly experiencing. She wants to tell Mina she might just be in love with her and she doesn’t even know her last name. She wants to ask Mina to tell her everything there is to know about her in three days. She thinks maybe Mina might just become the most important figure in her life until its completely over. But that’s too much for first meetings and Momo isn’t quite ready just yet. So a response to a greeting seems just fitting for this moment.

“Hello,” Momo gives a small nod, greeting equally as quiet but Mina thinks Momo’s voice sounds so much more richer than her own. She thinks she could listen to Momo tell her I love you in that tone for the rest of her life and feel the same butterflies she’s feeling right now.

Both don’t quite know what to say, but they know they don’t want to stop it either. They’d rather bask in the butterflies and the swarming nerves. They’d rather experience shy smiles and half-complete sentences until they find the right footings of a routine.

“Hi,” Mina greets one more time.

“Hello,” Momo can’t help but respond immediately.

“Hi,” Mina breaks into a grin, now its just plain silly that this is all that’s coming out of their mouths. Momo grins the most adorable, heart-clenching smile, the kind that makes her nose scrunch up and Mina feels weak.

“Hello,” Momo greets once more, cheeks rosy and its such a beautiful sight. So beautiful, Mina can’t help her own smile being just as wide. A smile so gorgeous, Momo just might do everything in her power to keep her smiling. Chasing Mina’s happiness and chasing Momo’s smile.