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MINJEONG

I’ve been driving for the past ten hours now, and my gas is about to run out. I’m starting to feel the strain on my lower back. I need to find a pit stop soon if I want to make it to my destination, which will probably take me another six hours of driving.

I peered at my cluster, and the light beside my fuel tank started blinking. I felt a slight panic since the sun had set a couple of hours ago, and I couldn’t afford to be stuck on the road in the middle of the night. I drove for a few more minutes, turned off my a/c to conserve gas, and breathed out a sigh of relief when I saw a lit-up sign in the distance.

I slowed down my car to a crawl as I turned to the gas station. I stretched as I exited my car and let out a loud crack from my shoulder joints and back. I scrunched my nose when the scent of petrol hit my nose and looked around to see if anyone was around to assist me.

 I saw a guy sitting in the corner, head bowed down and reading a book, wearing a cap and a uniform, clearly an employee. 

I whistled to call his attention. He looked up and started walking towards me, when he was within earshot, “Full tank and unleaded, please.”

I’m leaning in the trunk and waiting for the gas to finish pumping when the gasoline boy asks, “Are you from around here?”

Ugh small talk , I’m not really in the mood. But maybe he can help me out. I need a place to stay the night.

“Not quite. Do you know any motels or inns near here?” I asked and raised my forefinger, making a circular motion.

“There’s a motel down the road, not even a three-minute drive,” he answered and pointed in the direction.

I glanced at his name tag, “Thanks, Johnny.” 

He closed my fuel tank, I handed him my payment, and gave an extra tip for his help.

“Anything for a pretty lady.” He finished with a wink.

Men, do they really think that’s attractive? Sorry, Johnny, I’m not exactly having the best day, and I don’t think my mood will improve anytime soon .

I raised the corner of my lips briefly, not an entire smile, and nodded at him before hopping back inside my car.

I saw the motel and pulled into the next available parking slot. I opened my trunk and took my overnight bag with me before walking up to the entrance.

A burst of cold air from the a/c blew past me when I opened the glass door. The lobby is deserted except for the lady behind the counter. A TV hanging on the wall is muted but playing the news, a set of chairs lined up against the wall for guests, and a water dispenser at the corner. 

I walked up to the concierge and asked for any available room. 

“How many hours, and do you need any help with your luggage?” the lady asked me sweetly.

“8 hours only, and I’m all set,” I raised my bag, showing that I didn’t need any help, and took the key she had set on the counter.

I found my room and switched on the light. The room is decent and smells clean, with a single bed in the middle, a small round table on my right, and two chairs. 

I set my bag to the side, started stripping cause I desperately need a hot shower and a good shut-eye before driving in the morning.

I’m now in a robe and drying my hair, getting ready for bed. I sighed again before lying down. My arms are splayed on my side, and I’m staring up at the ceiling, feeling the weight of the entire week catch up to me. 

I tried closing my eyes, trying to catch some sleep, but my mind refused to rest, replaying the events that led me to this.

Tears gather in my eyes as I realize that I am going back home.

Yes, home, I left after graduating high school, got into my dream university, and even started working in the job I love. I visited every break during college, but it became less and less as I started working. I always have the excuse that I am busy, trying to grind and climb the corporate ladder. Taking as much workload as I can, trying to prove to myself and my family that I can make it in the big city and on my own. 

The last time I visited was three years ago at the insistence of my mother and brother. My father was against my move from the very start; he never saw the reason why I needed to find a career in the city. 

Remembering my family brought me comfort, lids fell heavy, and as sleep slowly took over, I started dreaming of the past. 

“You belong here at home, end of discussion,” My Dad argued. 

“Changmin, your daughter has dreams. She worked hard to get that spot. The least we can do is support her”, my mother tried to reason with my father.

“I'm not happy about this, Taeyeon. Isn’t it enough that we let her take another course besides medicine?”

 “Why can’t you work here?” my father then looked at me, eyes full of concern, and wondered why I couldn’t understand his reasoning.

“Dad, there’s more to life than what our hometown can offer me.” My eyes started to water, asking for his understanding.

I grew up in our town where everybody knows everybody. Our family, the Kims, owns the largest hospital within a 10-mile radius. My brother Doyoung took up medicine and is actually practicing in our hospital as a resident. 

Talk about nepotism, where my uncles, aunts, and my dad are the owners and directors. Some of my cousins started practicing there as well, while Chaewon, who’s about my age, decided to move out of town as well. 

“I can’t breathe in that hospital, I feel like I’m working under a microscope. And don’t get me started with the jealous bitches,” Chaewon said once before she moved out. Breaking my aunt's heart, cause she now has a daughter as a “half” failure.

I was the total black sheep, taking up marketing as my course. I always dreamed of working for AE-entertainment. It’s the largest entertainment company in the country, producing mainstream movies and leaving a mark on pop culture. 

I’ve always been a fan of the literary arts and film, and dreamed of working behind the scenes in that industry. I’m not interested in the creative process, but more in the promotion process of these films. The events, campaigns, the red carpet, bookings for the talents to promote, the whole shenanigans.

I received an email stating that I made it through the final rounds of interviews and was accepted as an associate. 

Here in the middle of the living room, with the crumpled acceptance letter in hand, close to begging my dad to let me pursue my dreams. 

“Please Dad, I can’t miss this opportunity, people abroad are also applying for the spot.”

“But you’ll be far away from me and your mom?”

“I also moved out during college, I can make it”, my tone taking on a hopeful tone, hearing my Dad’s resolve wavering.

“This is different, it’s a flight away from home. Your college was at least only a four-hour drive away.”

“Dear, look at your daughter, don’t mess this up. You should be proud,” Mom, driving the final nail in the coffin. Dad may look unapproachable and intimidating, especially to his subordinates, but Mom wears the pants in their marriage.

I sense victory when my Dad finally sighed and started listing off things, “I get to pick your apartment, I need to make sure you are safe and in a good neighborhood. You come home the moment you feel homesick. Your brother and I will book you the first flight out. I need you home on your birthday and New Year's, this is non-negotiable. ” I was jumping up and down, and hugged my Dad in the middle.

“Thanks Daddy!” I look up at him and crying happy tears.

I saw my mom smack my Dad’s shoulder, “Aigoo, you really need to make a scene and give us a hard time before giving in.” My Mom tsked at my Dad. “Next time, just agree right away, save us both the time and tears.”

“Ouch honey,” my Dad rubbing his shoulder where my Mom hit him.

“Listen to your Dad, Minjeong. I know you are happy right now, but don’t forget our reminders. Is that clear?” 

“Yes, yes and yes!” I can’t contain my happiness that day. 

My parents helped me find the most suitable apartment, far enough from the office not to run into my colleagues within the vicinity, but near enough that the commute is less than fifteen minutes. 

Living in the city was liberating. I was able to reinvent myself. No one knows me and my family, the pressure to uphold the Kim legacy was the furthest thing from my mind.

 Looking around, I finally understood the term concrete jungle. 

The vibrant lights, the energy of the people, the hustle and the bustle of streets that never seem to rest, whether it be day or night.

And of course, in a jungle, there are different types of animals. It is the survival of the fittest, and you determine if you are the predator or the prey. 

As time goes by, the initial excitement of living alone and standing on my own begins to wear off. I started skipping meals, working overtime, making sure that I get recognized at work, and competing for the big accounts within the company. All associates start at the bottom, working like interns; we’re not even allowed to speak during meetings. We can only observe and run errands for the seniors.

Like any other institution, what matters is connection if you want a shortcut to promotion. I started playing politics like anyone else. We catch our seniors in the pantry, strike up conversations, inflate their ego, anything just so we can be on their radar. In AE-entertainment, where it’s a multi-cultural setting, and competition is tight, everyone needs to fend for themselves.

 Always be careful who to trust because snake-like people who will betray you at the first sign of weakness are everywhere. It took me a grueling six years before I made a name for myself in the company, but in return, I made more rivals than friends, fewer visits at home, making my family worry, especially my Dad. 

And it’s within those six years in the company that I met him .

I woke up from the alarm, with dry tears at the corner of my eyes and cheeks. I grabbed my phone and saw it was just six am. I need to check out soon and resume my drive. 

Thank God for my alarm; it saved me from a nightmare .

I got up, swung my legs to the side of the bed, and made my way to the toilet to freshen up. 

After washing my face, I am now patting my face dry, and as I look at the mirror, I barely recognize the reflection staring back at me.

My hands and arms are thinner than I remember, my lips are chapped, and I can’t even remember the last time I genuinely smiled. Looking further up, my cheeks are hollow, and the bags under my eyes are huge and dark due to stress and sleepless nights. 

But what really gets to me is my eyes, they’re exhausted, sad, and running away from something . 

It’s okay, Minjeong, you’re going home now.

Such bittersweet thoughts, because going home is also a sign of defeat.

I’m back on the road, the sun is fully up, and the scenery outside is starting to feel familiar.

I wind my window down to feel the air on my face and my hair blowing with the wind. I breathe in, trying to soak up the nostalgic scent of dirt, grass, and wet pavement. Very different from the smell of sewers, fried food, sweat, and fatigue from the streets of the city. 

As I navigate the now familiar streets, my heart starts pounding, and anxiety grips me. I stopped in front of a massive gate, and making sure the driver's side was near the intercom, I reached out and pressed the button.

A static noise came through the speaker before a voice spoke, “Who’s there?”

“It’s me, Minjeong, open up.”

Not even a second later, the gates opened, and I switched my car to drive and entered the estate.

The helpers approached my car and started greeting me after I parked.

“Welcome home, Miss Minjeong,” Mrs Kwon greeted me as I got out of the car.

“Mrs Kwon, it’s been a while. Where is my Mom?” I asked after the pleasantries.

“She’s waiting inside.” Mrs Kwon bowed, and the other two helpers beside her took it as a cue to take out my luggage from my trunk

I started walking to the house when I saw my Mom standing just outside the door.

Kim Taeyeon, beautiful as ever, hair shorter than the last time we met, and it's tied in a ponytail, the tips barely touching her shoulders. 

She is wearing a one-piece dress that ends right above her knees, red polka dots, a V-neckline, and short sleeves. The lightest make-up and her motherly smile. 

I ran to her, “Mom!” 

My Mom hugged me as I reached her, “Oh my baby girl,” she’s swaying us side to side, as her way to comfort me, her hand rubbing down my back as if saying, You’re safe now. 

I hugged her tighter and buried my face on her neck, smelling her familiar perfume, warmth, and home. 

“Let’s go inside,” My Mom tucked me by her side as if I were seven years old again.

My Mom guided me inside the house and led me to the dining room. She’s patting my arms as she says, “Look at you, all skin and bones.”

“I’ll have them prepare something for you to eat”, she was about to call for someone when I stopped her.

“I’m full, I ate at a diner before arriving.” 

She looked me in the eyes with unshed tears, touched my cheek, and said, “Oh, honey, I missed you so.” 

She continued, “I’m happy you’re back home, but I had hoped not under these circumstances.”

“I know, Mom. Did you tell Dad and Oppa?”

“They know you’re coming home today, but I didn’t mention why.”

“They’re ecstatic when they learned about your homecoming, but as much as I hate lying to your father, we will find the best time to break it to them.”

“Alright,” I answered with a nod and resignation. Truthfully, I would like to keep it between my mother and me for the time being. I don’t know how my father and brother will react once they find out.

I called my mom two days ago, following the advice of my friend Ningning. She’s the only friend I made along with Yeji in AE-entertainment. 

“When all else fails, call Mommy”, Ningning said as Yeji and I threw back another shot of tequila.

I was adamant about keeping it to myself, trying my best to sort out everything on my own, but my friends have another idea. 

They were there when everything went downhill, they can’t stomach my downward spiral anymore, and called an intervention and finally convinced me to call my mom by making me drunk.

I was a blabbering mess when my Mom picked up the call. I felt she was trying her best to make out what I was saying between sobs and drunken slurs. Yeji had had enough of it, put my phone on speaker and explained everything to my Mom. 

Everything fell into place when my Mom whispered two words, “Come home.”

And I did, two days later, and I’m here. Back to where I started.

My Mom called for tea and broke the news to me as I was about to take my first sip.

“I spoke to my friend Tiffany, you remember the Yus?” she asked.

I took another sip, “Yes, they own the vineyard up north, I remember.”

The Yus are a prominent family in our community, initially headed by their matriarch Yu Hyori. She was succeeded by her son Siwon, who is Aunt Tiffany’s husband. 

“Wonderful, so I mentioned to Tiffany that you might be back for good, and looking for a job.” 

“Come on, Mom, that’s unnecessary. I can find a job and manage on my own.” 

“You don’t have to say yes right away. Try to check it out before dismissing the idea. Jimin can accommodate you the day after tomorrow.”

“Why Jimin?” Gosh, that’s a name I haven’t heard for what? Nine to ten years ago? I think the last time I saw her was back at the high school graduation.

“She took over the vineyard four years ago, I thought you knew?” my mom finishes as she grabs one of the tea cakes on the table

I shrugged my shoulder, “Maybe I forgot? I wasn’t exactly keeping tabs.” 

“Regardless, I need you to show up out of courtesy, Tiffany already arranged with Jimin. All you need to do is show up and discuss. The position is not guaranteed,” she finished with a glint in her eyes. 

“Who knows, maybe it’s Jimin's turn to reject you this time,” she laughed as if she had cracked the funniest joke.

I almost spat out my tea, “That comment is totally uncalled for!”

Spending the day with my mom, after weeks of crying in frustration and breaking down. I finally broke into a genuine smile, which is a much-welcome change.

Evening fell, and my father and brother arrived from work. They usually have inhumane schedules, but of course, Dad pulls some strings to sync his schedule with Doyoung oppa so they can both go home tonight.

My brother hugged me to his side and wrapped an arm around my shoulder, “You good?”

“Yeah,” I bopped my head to the side to tap his shoulder, and that’s that. He released me as he went upstairs to change out of his scrubs.

I felt someone staring at my back, I turned around, and saw my Dad. When he caught my eye, he opened his arms, “Come here,” signaling for me to come to his embrace.

“I miss you, Dad”, as I returned his hug and pushed my face to his chest. 

“I miss you, princess,” he whispered at the top of my head. “Let me take a look at you”. He put his hands on top of my shoulders and took the chance to stare at my face before saying, “Nice to have you back, kiddo.” 

I caught my parents sharing a look, and my Mom just shook her head as if to dismiss what my Dad was thinking. Let it go for now.

Dinner was uneventful; my mother had them prepare my favorites, and everyone was focused on the food in front of them. My Dad will start with idle chat, discussing hospital stuff with Oppa, or talking about a family friend’s daughter who started a law firm, and you can tell that they are skirting away from the subject of my arrival.  

They were never nosy, but I know they’ve been dying to know why I’m back. Mom probably gave them a heads-up not to ask questions tonight. I can imagine her saying to them No questions. If you feel the urge to pry, better stuff that pie-hole with food, understood?

“Welcome home and goodnight,” my Dad called before retiring with my Mom to their bedroom

I entered my childhood bedroom, and nothing much has changed; my favorite bands' posters are still hanging on my wall. A lava lamp on top of my bedside table, a combination of lavender and pastel yellow as the motif of the wallpaper and bed. 

My study desk gathered a bit of dust due to disuse. I opened my drawer and saw my old Tamagotchi still sitting at the bottom. Cassettes and CDs are neatly stacked at the corner of my table; a combination of mix tapes and albums I bought.

I was getting ready for bed, my headspace a complete 180 from when I was about to go to sleep back in the motel for a short stop. I was ready to close my eyes when I heard my phone ring, a notification of a new message.

Jaehyun: I heard from Ning that you left. I’m really sorry, Minjeong. I had hoped that you could speak to me before you go. I’m trying my best, I really am. If you had given me more time, I swear I would have fixed it. I love you. If everything works out, I’ll see you soon.

I left the message on read, and I decided to delete it and not reply. 

I clutched my phone to my chest.

  Can’t I have a peaceful night?!  

I felt a lump in my throat, and I am trying my best to hold back my tears. I cried enough, I swear, before I left that not a single tear will fall again for Jaehyun.

I inhaled and exhaled, repeated it ten more times, then I felt myself starting to relax and drifted off to sleep.

I’m driving right now and on my way to the vineyard to meet Yu Jimin. My mother told me that my appointment was set for 10:00 am. I checked the time, and it’s only 8:00 am. I’m a bit early, I guess old habits die hard. I’m usually up by 6:00 am, preparing breakfast, working out before clocking in at 8 am for work. 

Not wanting to seem too eager, I decided to take a detour and kill time somewhere else. I passed by my old high school and decided to visit, for old time's sake.

I slide into the nearest parking space and let out a low whistle as I get out of my car, taking in the scenery in front of me. I can see the baseball field is empty, but the bleachers are a popular hangout place where groups of friends either eat during their breaks, or simply just sit and do what normal students do: have fun, play, and gossip.

Giggles and a cacophony of voices can be heard all around the campus. I checked the time on my watch and guessed it must be the early recess, that’s why most students are up and about.

I’m walking along the halls and stopped and looked at the football field. Remembering the last time I was there, and why my Mom made that comment about Jimin and rejection.

Yu Jimin was actually my playmate growing up. Our mothers, Tiffany and Taeyeon, have been really good friends since they were kids. 

It’s either we visit the vineyard, or they visit our estate. Jimin always sneaks grapes for us to snack on when no one is looking. We run around and often get chided since we usually end up dirty and drenched in sweat after playing all afternoon.

 I remember Jimin was always showing off by bringing me to the stables and feeding their horses. Her older sister, Joohyun unnie, is too cool to hang out with us youngsters, but she would join us for dinner every once in a while, and you can feel how fond the older sibling is of the younger one. 

When it’s their turn to visit our estate, we play around with Dad’s old stethoscopes and spend time in my room playing puzzles, board games, and make-believe with my stuffed toys. 

Jimin and I started drifting apart when we entered High School. Visiting the vineyard lost its charm, and as we reached our teenage years, I preferred to stay at home and watch MTV rather than play outside. Looking back now, my relationship with Jimin never really went deeper than being playmates. 

In school, I ended up getting close to Wonyoung and Yuna, who, for a time, were my best friends in high school. We are part of the cheerleading squad, and we just clicked. They are not your stereotypical cheerleaders; they are quick-witted and have a good head on their shoulders. 

While Jimin started hanging out with Yunjin and Eunchae. They are part of this paleontology club, if I remember correctly. You will find Jimin looking so small next to Yunjin and Eunchae, as she is shorter than average; she was only up to my nose the last time I remember. 

Jimin was really mousy and a bit scrawny; she’s always drowning in her oversized flannels, and her spectacles cover half of her face. She’s sporting a wolf-cut throughout high school and leaning towards the nerdy and geeky side.

It doesn’t help that her older sister Joohyun, who is five years older than us, also has a reputation in school as one of the smartest and prettiest before she graduated. People tend to compare them all the time.

Our teachers and some students who were able to interact with them always have something to say. Like Joohyun unnie is more eloquent, and was bright and really popular. Jimin, on the other hand, seems to keep to herself, albeit smart and having the best grades in our batch, she doesn’t share the same popularity and charisma as her sister. 

Taking all that into account, I had almost zero interaction with Jimin in high school, except for the occasional groupings, passing the hallway, and soirees and events with our family. Most of those are just small chit-chats and short greetings. Nothing really impactful or unforgettable. 

Imagine my surprise when one evening, during a football scrimmage, I was on the sideline with the cheerleading squad, sitting on the grass resting after our routine, when Jimin approached.

She started walking towards our group, holding a bouquet. You can see she’s definitely nervous, and almost tripped before reaching us. The other cheerleaders are looking at each other, wondering who Jimin brought the flowers for. 

She stopped in front of me. I could see that droplets of sweat gathered at the top of her upper lip, her glasses low on her nose, and she pushed them up, giving me the magnified view of her eyes. My eyes widened before she even started speaking.

“Ahem, Minjeong, I think you’re beautiful. Will you be my date to the prom?” She finished speaking with a hiccup; her eyes were turned downwards, looking at the front of her shoes. Her hands were fully extended in front of her, offering me the bouquet.

I saw Yunjin and Eunchae, behind Minjeong, acting as wingmen. Yunjin slapped her own forehead as if Jimin were her biggest disappointment. Eunchae then whispered, “Oh no, Jimin.” As if she can already see the train wreck happening in front of her in slow motion.

We’re gaining the attention of the other cheerleaders, and some of the audience have also started spectating. I gulped, not wanting to do this here. I am not dumb; I know that if I turned her down in front of everyone, this would be social suicide. 

I whispered, “Jimin, let’s meet later after the game.” Jimin finally looked at me, and she was about to answer when we heard someone approach and speak up.

Dang it, why of all people does it have to be you? 

I turned to the presence and saw Jay just as he wrapped an arm around my shoulder, sweat and all, and spoke to Jimin. “You trying something with my girl, Jimin?”

The plan to quietly handle and diffuse the situation just went up in flames.

Jimin looked like a deer caught in a headlight, her gaze moving from me to Jay, “Your Girl?”

“Yes, he asked me out a week ago, and he is also my date to the prom.”, I finished, keeping my voice down. I was concerned as Jimin’s bottom lip started trembling.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know.”, Jimin said softly, but clearly mortified. 

Before I could say anything else, some of the audience started snickering, and Jay was staring down at Jimin, his eyes turned to slits, trying to intimidate Jimin.

Jimin, realizing the rejection, turned wordlessly, her friends Yunjin and Eunchae following closely behind. She walked away, her head hanging low, shoulders bunched up, and ears as red as the roses she’s holding. 

I continued watching her back and only tore my eyes away as I saw Jimin give the flowers to one of the janitors before walking off the field. 

“The nerve, I think we need to make sure people know we’re dating, you’re too pretty for your own good,” I felt his lips touch my cheek.

 “See you later, babe,” Jay whispered to my temple before jogging back to the field. We can hear his teammates hooting and cheering as Jay rejoins them.

I sighed when Wonyoung and Yuna went to either side of me. “Our friend is torn between two lovers,” Yuna started teasing. 

“That Yu Jimin is quite cute, in a hamster kind of way,” Wonyoung added.

I groaned, “Stop it, you two.”

They both laughed, undoubtedly apathetic about the whole incident. “Shopping this weekend?” Yuna finally changed the subject.

“Lets! Before we run out of choices before prom,” Wonyoung agreed.

The whole incident was the talk of the town before it waned a couple of days later.  The rumor mill though, can’t escape the ears of Kim Taeyeon, and she confronted me about it.

“Yes, Mom, it happened, but please drop it. I’m sure Jimin suffered enough humiliation already.” 

“I just felt bad for Jimin, she was always following you around when you were kids, her little crush was so cute to watch”, my Mom finished with a crestfallen face.

I barely saw Jimin after that. Every time we passed by the halls, or if I was with my then boyfriend Jay in the lockers,  I caught her turning to a different direction and just completely tried her best to avoid me.  

The last memory I have of her was graduation day, when she walked up the stage and received her diploma. She posed while shaking hands with our principal and angled her head, making sure the camera would capture her face as the photographer clicked the shutter.

 I’m already back at my seat and just waiting for the other graduates to march. Then, as she carefully stepped down the stage, our eyes met briefly, but she was quick to break eye contact. 

And that’s the last I saw of her. 

I was taken out of my reverie when I heard the customary school bell, signaling that break time was over. I glanced at my watch again and noticed that I needed to leave now if I wanted to make it in time for my appointment.

I turned for one last glimpse at the spot where Jimin confessed. Besides the repainted logo on the field, nothing much has changed since that night, aside from me, who is glancing at the spot.

 From a high school student in a cheerleading uniform and worrying about what to wear to prom, to a woman in her twenties finding the courage to start over again. I find renewed admiration for the sixteen-year-old Jimin, who was brave enough to confess in front of the student body despite the chances of humiliation and rejection.

I arrived at the vineyard, feeling awestruck at how everything appeared expensive but cozy at the same time. Everything looks more modern; there’s a new structure built where it used to be just an open field. Looks like a restaurant, or where they conduct the wine tasting. 

New post lamps are placed on the road, and there seem to be more workers than I remember growing up.

I parked in front of the office and was greeted by someone at the door. She’s quite tall, even if she’s only wearing flats. Dressed in a white silk top, a buttoned-up blouse, and a ribbon tied around her neck. She paired it with a simple black slack. 

She’s really pretty with a baby face that doesn’t look older than twenty, and long black hair up to the middle of her back. 

“Minjeong, how are you?” I was quite taken aback as she greeted me with familiarity.

I raised my hand, offering a handshake, “Pleasure to be here, but I’m not sure if I caught your name.” My face showed my confusion.

She pulled back her hand and covered her mouth as she laughed lightly, “It’s me, Eunchae, we went to high school together.” 

My eyes almost bulged out realizing who’s in front of me, “Oh my goodness, hi!” still in disbelief.

“Right this way, Jimin will be with you shortly.” We started walking inside, and Eunchae led me to a private office. 

“Thank you, by the way, Eunchae, it was nice meeting you again. I apologize if I wasn’t able to recognize you right away.”

“No worries, Minjeong, it’s been years since we last saw each other. No biggie,” she’s waving her hand, brushing off my apology

“For what it’s worth, you really glowed up, and you look really pretty.” Women compliment women, and it feels good.

She blushed, “Thanks, you’re still so beautiful too.”

“Thank you”, accepting the compliment. Flattered and feeling shy at her remark.

We heard footsteps and the distinct sound of heels approaching, “I’ll leave you to it then, good luck!” Eunchae left, and as she exited, someone else entered the office.

Nothing could have prepared me for the shock of a lifetime.

Standing in front of me right now is Jimin, but she is definitely not the Jimin I know and remember.

The woman in front of me is tall, with long, wavy hair parted slightly on the side, and the left side of her hair strands is tucked into her ear,  a neck so long I think I can slide on it.  She’s wearing gold earrings and a light shade of lipstick adorning her plump lips.

She’s in an all black outfit of a strapless dress that ends a few inches above her knees, and a blazer to top it off. 

Her face, which is no longer covered by her eyeglasses, is a god-given gift to humankind. 

I feel a bit underdressed with my high-waisted skirt with a houndstooth pattern, and my top is a black cotton long sleeve, high neck, with a one-shoulder exposed style. All my other clothes are still unpacked, and this is the easiest outfit I can prepare without too much ironing. 

My hair is down and in soft waves, reaching above my chest.

I think my mouth is gaping when she spoke in a very low and sexy tone, “Nice to see you again, Minjeong.”

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MINJEONG

Previously

I think my mouth is gaping when she spoke in a very low and sexy tone, “Nice to see you again, Minjeong.”

Jimin gave me a once-over in her peripheral vision and then passed by me without waiting for my response. A pleasant scent of her perfume wafted to my nose. 

A hint of blackberry and whiskey.

She walked behind her desk and sat in her office chair. She gestured to an empty stool in front of her and said,  “Please take a seat.” 

I’m still reeling, eyes still wide as I walk towards the chair. “It’s nice seeing you again, Jimin.” I  greeted as I took my seat. I feel my cheeks heat up, realizing I’m still staring at her face.

I cleared my throat and took a scan of her office. “Nice place you got here. The view is really stunning.”

Jimin’s office is a minimalist space with a hint of luxury. When you open the door, you’ll be greeted with the panoramic view of the vineyard on the right side, flooding the room with natural light. The windows serve as the frame and canvas, while the view literally looks like a painting.

Rows and rows of grapevines, and you can see the workers are busy tending to the grapes. A cart moving between the aisles, signaling a busy day ahead.

In the middle of the room is a set of four upholstered black chairs as low as the white square coffee table, clearly used for meetings.

Jimin’s desk is a classic oak wood; in fact, it looks like the oldest furniture in the whole office, screaming vintage. Then her executive chair is a plush leather chair where the backrest is a couple of inches higher than Jimin’s head when she sits on it. 

Her desk is decorated with a single picture frame, which is turned away from the guests, a closed laptop, a notebook, and a folder piled on top of a table calendar. 

A glass display shelf is behind Jimin, housing various trophies the vineyard had received over the years. “La Ferme top 100”. “La Ferme Pinot Noir - Gold”, “La Ferme Riesling - Silver”, and more trophies and accolades I can’t read from a distance.

Funny how internationally, or at the very least, the wine community knows “La Ferme”, but here in our hometown, we always just refer to this place as the vineyard or the Yus residence.

Looking to the left wall is a museum of framed newspaper clippings, and a few celebrity photos holding a wine bottle with either Jimin’s grandparents or parents.

There’s a liquor trolley between the left wall and Jimin’s desk, carrying a decanter and two snifters, making me guess that the decanter holds brandy instead of whiskey or scotch.

Don’t ask me how I know the difference between a snifter and an old-fashioned glass. Attending too many pretentious events growing up will equip you with this knowledge.

The office exudes class and elegance. 

“Thank you, my granny and mother designed it,” Jimin answered, with a trace of pride. 

“How have you been, MJ?” Jimin asked, and she saw the surprise on my face.

I know she didn’t mean any harm; it’s a simple question out of politeness, but considering the clusterfuck of my life right now, it’s actually a loaded question.

Second, did she just call me MJ?

“Alive and kicking,” because answering with fine and okay will be a blatant lie. “But no one calls me MJ anymore.” My head tilted to the side, as if questioning Jimin why she called me that.

It was my childhood nickname, which this gorgeous lady in front of me actually coined, since she claimed Minjeong was a mouthful back when we were kids. I demanded that everyone stop calling me that before we reached high school.

“I hope you don’t mind me calling you MJ again.” Jimin looked in my eyes as she asked for consent

“Why, though? I remember you already started calling me Minjeong in school.”

“I was aware that you preferred to be called by your full name, but I’ve been calling you MJ in my head for as long as I can remember. It sort of slipped out,” looking shy and cute all of a sudden

Yu Jimin looking cute? Oh what the hell! 

She was biting her lower lip, and her cheeks were a bit flushed, looking flustered as if she were revealing a well-kept secret. 

I smiled at her and gave in, “Ok fine, I don’t really mind you calling me MJ.” 

Since I’m back home for a change, what’s having your childhood nickname back in commission again? Besides, Jimin might be my future boss if this interview goes well.

She graced me with a dimpled smile this time, looking really satisfied. “Ok, so shall we start?”

Jimin opened the folder on top of her desk, which contained my resume and started reading.

“So, your first and last job was with AE-entertainment,” Jimin noted.

“You moved up the ranks and were promoted twice in the span of six years. Impressive.” She finally dropped the folder back to her desk, then looked at me, nodding as she acknowledged my achievement.

“Thanks, it was not without effort.”

“All great things are,” Jimin continued, “Can you walk me through how you started your career? Daily tasks and responsibilities. I’m interested to know how you will apply your experience to our winery.”

 Jimin clasped her hands and placed them on top of her table, and leaned forward. 

Her posture screams femme fatale CEO, as she waits for my answer. It finally sank in that I’m in an interview and felt a twinge of nervousness. 

She really changed a lot; she sounds so professional and speaks with authority and eloquence.

You cannot find any trace of the fumbling and clumsy younger Jimin. 

I inhaled before recounting my corporate adventure, “When I started, every associate was tasked to shadow various departments. It’s part of learning the pre-production, production, and post-production of the films. Learning your product inside out will give you insight into creating a proper marketing plan.”

Jimin just stared at me, her eyes and face showing interest as if I were telling the secret to the purpose of life. She only interrupts me when she needs to clarify something and asks additional questions. 

“Now let’s talk about the compensation package. How much is your asking salary?” she asked as she tapped my resume with her pen. 

I gave a number, and Jimin didn’t flinch, but she then proceeded to say, “That’s above budget, are you open to meeting in the middle?”

Jimin then negotiated and showed me the per annum and other added perks. “Are you agreeable?” I see her observing my face and gauging my reaction.

I’m aware my pay grade is a bit high, and I predicted that Jimin could not match my asking salary. 

It was never my intention to get the same pay in the first place. The cost of living is definitely cheaper here compared to the city, plus I don’t need to think about the daily expenses.

I highly doubt my parents will obligate me to help them out financially.

Lastly, I shouldn’t even be finding a job right now. I was initially planning to take a long sabbatical, try to figure out my life, and do some soul searching, and maybe make a dent in my savings that I didn’t even have the time to spend due to my busy schedule.

The hurricane in the form of my mother, Kim Taeyeon, opened this opportunity for me. You think you can avoid it, but once you’re caught in the middle, you cannot escape and are forced to follow where it will take you.

Maybe doing this will be therapeutic and will help me take my mind off things. 

With that said, I finally answered Jimin, “No deal.”

Her expression immediately dropped, and she was about to retaliate when I held one hand up to stop her, “I need you to add two more points in the clause.”

“Which are?”

“I want flexible time and,” pausing for dramatic effect, “unlimited access to the cellar and drink as much as I can,” I added with a teasing smile.

Jimin laughed in relief, showing off those dimples again, “Sure, but I can only give you access to the wine if you’ll drink it with me,” she finished jokingly.

“I was kidding about the latter, but I would really appreciate the flexible time,” I finished, with a hint of laughter at my attempt at humor. 

“Done and done. We are already flexible time here, MJ, well, the corporate side of the business. But we keep a strict schedule and shift on the vineyard floor.”

I’m still not used to being called MJ again, but it’s not uncomfortable. I stood up and offered my hand, “Deal.”

Jimin also stood up and shook my hand, “Deal.”

Both of us let go when we both felt like a bolt of electricity pass by our hands.

“Static,” I announce, trying to sound nonchalant.

“Yeah, static.” Jimin mused.

I gathered my things and started walking to the door. Jimin followed, and she actually caught up to my side with her longer stride, her right arm hovering behind me as if to assist me, but careful not to touch.

Before we reached the door, Jimin spoke up, “May I invite you to lunch? The restaurant is open, so we can take it as a chance to catch up. Eunchae will join us, and I’d like you to meet the chef.” I actually am the one who exhaled after Jimin rambled that in one breath. I can detect uncertainty in her voice, as if I would reject her offer.

Hearing JImin rambled reminded me of her younger version, the clumsy, unsure, but somewhat endearing side of her. 

I stopped walking, faced her, and both of us took a step back, not expecting the proximity. “I’d love to join you, Jimin. Lead the way.” 

She grinned, and I could see in her eyes that she didn’t expect my answer. 

“We might need to drive; it should be a short walk, but it will be difficult in heels.” I noticed her looking down at our shoes.

“Great idea,” I agreed to her suggestion.

“We can take yours, so when you park at the restaurant, it’s closer to exiting the vineyard.”

We reached my car parked out front, Jimin slid in gracefully, while I opened the second row and took out my flats, which I had haphazardly thrown earlier to change into my heels. 

I buckled in, and Jimin ran her hand to the front dashboard, “Nice car”.

“Thanks,” a bit proud of my white BMW M3. It’s my gift to myself after my last promotion. 

Not even a minute later, we are parked in front of the restaurant, which was the building I saw when I first arrived. Jimin confirmed they only finished the structure when she took over the winery.

A sign in elegant cursive hangs above the door, “La Ferme”.

It was lavish as we entered the restaurant. The aesthetic is a blend of glass, metal, bricks, and wood. 

Lifesize windows maximize the view of the vineyard, allowing the patrons to enjoy it as they eat.

Its high ceiling and the second floor of the restaurant only took half the space of the first floor, making it overlook the restaurant lobby and the chandelier; it’s a state-of-the-art design that looks like a grape vine sprouting from the ceiling above, and the stems and shoots grow downwards, and light bulbs are placed where the grapes should have been.

Jimin led us to a table inside with the best view. As we sat, I could see some of the workers were setting up the alfresco tables outside, and opening up multi-purpose umbrellas placed to provide shade from the sun or shelter from rain. 

“I can’t believe this is the same vineyard.” 

“A lot of things have changed since you last been here, ” Jimin commented.

Jimin called over one of the waiters and asked for a menu, “Here you go, order whatever you want”, handing it over to me, not needing one since I’m sure she memorized the menu from the back of her hand.

I was browsing when Eunchae arrived and took a seat. “I am starving, ” enunciating every word with exaggeration as she announced at the table, “So are you hired, Minjeong?” 

“Please welcome the new marketing head of La Ferme Vineyard,” Jimin answered for me.

“Thank you, everyone. I’m looking forward to working with you.”

“You’re so formal, I think a toast is in order. What about it, boss?” Eunchae goaded Jimin.

Jimin flagged down the waiter and started ordering. Eunchae didn’t fail to remind Jimin to also order wine. “I think a few sips should be good MJ? I know you’re driving after this”. Jimin said casually, but with a hint of thoughtfulness.

“MJ? Who?” Eunchae, curiosity getting the best of her.

I raised my hand timidly, “That’s me.”

“I just left you for an interview, and now you have nicknames?” Enchae asked rhetorically, but clearly amused.

Jimin and I can only chuckle in response

Delicious aroma reached our table, and the waiter started placing plates and bowls of food in front of us. They also started pouring the wine.

We started eating, and someone in a chef's uniform approached our table and sat at the last empty seat. “Hello, everyone!” came a boisterous voice. This time, I recognize her.

“Yunjin?” I asked, surprise coloring my tone. She definitely shed the baby fat from high school, her hair in a low ponytail, and loose strands from the sides of her face are neatly pinned for hygiene. I can see she also ditched the glasses, finally revealing her pretty face.

“Hi Minjeong, it’s certainly been a while.” Yunjin reached over to shake my hand.

“It is, I can’t believe the three of you are running the vineyard now,” looking across the table, wondering what’s in the wine, as these three glowed up big time. 

“Hey I’m just an employee here,” Yunjin raised her arms halfway, palms up, and leaned back slightly, as if I accused her of something.

“Yeah we’re both working for the boss over here,” Eunchae pointed to Jimin as she sipped her wine.

Jimin smirked, “I can’t leave you two jobless, how will you survive?”

And the three continued teasing each other as we ate our lunch. It’s quite nostalgic seeing them again in the same table, the only difference back in high school was, they are now holding glasses of wine and wearing corporate attire, versus their heads all huddled up in the middle of the cafeteria, either playing with miniature dinosaurs or collectible figurines.

It made me wonder about Yuna and Wonyoung; we weren’t able to keep in touch after graduation. Last I’ve heard is that one of them got married, but I’m just not sure who. We did exchange emails before, but it became difficult to maintain communication as time passed by. 

Yunjin stood up, “Alright ladies, I need to get back to work. Minjeong, it was nice seeing you again,” she waved goodbye before returning to the kitchen.

Eunchae looked at me, “By the way, I’ll be arranging with HR for your email access, and I’ll be touring you and showing you the ropes regarding the operations.”

She handed me her business card, “Don’t hesitate to call me if you have questions, and we can schedule your first day next Monday.” I looked at the business card, and another shock colored my face —this day keeps on piling up with surprises.

In bold letters, under Hong Eunchae is Chief Operating Officer (COO). I really need to let go of my prejudice, cause I honestly thought she was Jimin’s secretary, especially with how easy-going she acts, and she even fetched me at the entrance this morning.

I found my voice, “Thanks for this, I’ll make sure to save your number.” I felt Jimin slide something on the table over to my side.

She was also offering me her business card, “Here is mine, please also save my number.” She drank the last of her wine as she said it.

“I will for sure,” accepting the card and also reading it Yu Jimin Chief Executive Officer.

“What time do you need me on Monday?” I asked Eunchae.

“Eight in the morning good for you? I want to show you the fields, but we need to be early so it won’t be too hot.”

“No problem, I’ll be here bright and early, and also, do we have a dress code?” I asked the latter, taking note of my limited wardrobe at home. Since I left in a rush, most of my clothes are still back at my apartment. 

I seriously need to shop this weekend, not just for clothes, but also to redecorate some things in my room, and maybe someone won't mistake it for a teenager's room.

“Pftt! Oh Minjeong, we usually just wear something casual. Everything is allowed, well, maybe except for sleepwear. We rarely dress up here.”

My eyebrows rose, “So what you’re wearing right now is considered casual?” I looked at her and Jimin with all their crisp and intimidating attire. 

“No, this is dressed up, we only do this for important meetings or if there is a VIP visiting.”

Taking the hint, “Ok, got it, there must be an important meeting for you after this. I won’t keep you long, and I will get going soon.”

Eunchae, with a knowing look, ”You are the only meeting for today, Minjeong. Imagine my surprise when Jimin called me in a panic last night, saying we have a very important interview— ouch!” She rubbed her shin as if someone had kicked her.

I saw Jimin shift slightly, looking very uncomfortable, and gaze at Eunchae with laser-like eyes.

Okay?

“We’ll see you on Monday, MJ. I’ll walk you to your car.” Jimin finally broke her gaze from Eunchae.

I saw Eunchae holding back a laugh, “So make sure to dress comfortably, probably bring a change of clothes too,” she added as her last reminder before Jimin started guiding me towards the exit.

Jimin and I made our way to the car park. We walked in silence, still a bit awkward since it’s starting to sink in that Jimin is now my boss. 

We arrived at my car, and I turned to face Jimin. She was already looking at me, and I am bewildered by how she’s grown. Yu Jimin, what a late bloomer you are. I need to tilt my head up now just to get a good look at her, and my eyes zoned in on that mole underneath her lips as she spoke, “It was truly great seeing you again, MJ.”

“Likewise, see you soon, boss,” trying to imitate how Eunchae and Yunjin called her a while ago.

“Please, no boss, ma'am, or madam, Eunchae and Yunjin love to mess with me,” she cringed, “Jimin is fine, you may be employed now, but we’ve known each other since forever.”

“Of course, Jimin,” I said, humoring her.

I entered my car and rolled down my window to bid Jimin goodbye. I looked back at my rearview mirror, and I can still see her standing in the same spot. 

The drive home gave me the time to really ponder where my life is at right now. Just a month ago, I was at a loss and in pain. I couldn’t even picture myself going out of my apartment. If you told me at that time that I would be driving home with a new job, and Yu Jimin being my new boss, I probably would look at you as if you’ve grown a new head. 

Maybe running away is not really as bad as it sounds, maybe going back home doesn’t mean I’m giving up. 

Starting over, a more accurate description of where my life is right now. 

I arrived home, and lo and behold, my mom is waiting for me. I can see how giddy she is, waiting for the right moment to ask.

“How was the interview?”

“Let me catch my breath, Mom,” I whined and started walking inside the house.

My mom was tailing after me, but didn’t press for more.

I dropped my bag and went straight to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. “I got the job.” I finally said after drinking.

“That’s it?”

“What else is there?” I answered incredulously.

“Well, I mean, how do you find the vineyard? How do you find Jimin?”

“A lot has changed how it looks, but the aura and atmosphere are still the same.”

“Hold on, are we talking about the vineyard or Jimin?” my mom asked with a puzzled expression.

“I don’t know, both?” I was also quite surprised and confused by my Freudian slip; I had initially described the vineyard, but didn’t realize I was also referring to JImin.

“Were you surprised by Jimin?” My mom is certainly on to something, I can hear the innuendo in her question.

“I’m not blind Mom, she’s gorgeous! And I guess you could say I am surprised, but in a very good way.” Trying my best to downplay my surprise.

“I’m telling you, the first time she came back, she immediately became a heartrob and everyone wants to set up their kids with her. Tiffany was proud but also irritated when everyone wanted a piece of her daughter.” She continued to recount how Aunt Tiffany was sick and tired of people approaching and visiting the vineyard, only to set up their children with Jimin. 

“She’s still single by the way,” My mother, Kim Taeyeon, matchmaker wannabe, said.

“Come on Mom, don’t be one of the headaches to Aunt Tiffany,” I reminded her that just a minute ago she was telling me how Aunt Tiffany hates setting up Jimin.

“Excuse me, but it was actually Tiffany who offered to set an appointment for an interview with Jimin.” She answered as if she were offended.

“Exactly, to set up an interview and not on a date, two completely different things.”I raised one of my eyebrows, daring her to contradict me.

“Ok fine, it doesn’t hurt to have options. You are also single, need I remind you?” and now it’s her eyebrow that is raised, I can see where I got the sass from.

Yes, I was single only until recently and not in the headspace to go back to the dating game. 

It’s too soon.

My mom saw my expression change, and our light banter took a turn. “Look, I am not forcing, alright sweetheart? I only want the best for you,” she leaned over to me and kissed my forehead, making amends.

“I know, let me rest for a bit.” My mom let me go, but I gave a smile, reassuring her that we’re good.

I plopped onto my bed and decided to call Ningning. She and Yeji have been my rock for the past few months. I promised to call them once I settle in, but it slipped my mind for the past few days.

I dialed, and the call was picked up right after the first ring, “Minjeong!” Ningning screamed from the other line. I held the phone away from my ear, but the initial scream almost tore my eardrums.

“Oh my gosh my ears hurt,” I complained when I put the phone back.

“I have been waiting for your call for the past two days. Do you know how Yeji restrained me from flying to where you are? I stopped myself from calling you first cause I knew you needed space, but come on, you had us so worried!” My ear almost tore again, but this time from Ningning’s rant.

“I’m so sorry, I’m ok now. It slipped my mind.” I told her everything from my arrival, from the dinner with my family, and from the successful interview with Jimin, and how I am starting a new job by Monday.

“You’re telling me that your nerdy, kind, and rich childhood friend who got the hots for you back in high school, whom you rejected in front of the whole school, is now your boss? And that said, boss is now gorgeous, sexy, and still rich.” I can hear the disbelief in her voice and can imagine her mouth hanging open, eyes wide and staring back at the phone as if she can judge me through it.

Of course, she’ll focus on that after everything I said.

“Yes, that about sums it up,” I concurred and realized how everything sounds surreal.

“Girl, you are like in the middle of a chick flick movie right now.” She is full-on laughing now at the other line. “Kim Minjeong, you are unbelievable. You left here broken-hearted, and now you will start your cliche romance?”

“Who says I will start a romance?”I groaned, frustrated that my mom started the dating idea earlier, and now Ningning. 

“You were describing, Jimin, is it? So dreamily, I should have recorded this call as evidence.”

“I totally did not describe her dreamily. I was amazed by how she changed, that’s all. You know I am not yet ready for another relationship right now.” I finished, being serious now. 

“Speaking of, Jaehyun cornered me and Yeji, trying to ask where you are. We only told him that you left and that we don’t have any idea where you are.” 

“I know, after everything he did, he had the guts to message me the day I left,” I sighed out of gloom, but thankful for my friends for not revealing my whereabouts. 

“I never thought he could do what he did to you. We saw how he made you happy when you were together, but we also saw how he made you suffer. We shouldn’t have encouraged your relationship.” Ningning finished as if she were at fault for my breakup.

“Hush! You were never at fault; you and Yeji were there to support me through and through. I’ll be forever grateful for that.” I hope she hears how sincere I am and how thankful I am just for their presence.

“We miss you, ladies' night and lunch time gossip is not the same without you, ” I can hear the pout, and I know she’s trying to lighten up the mood. 

“I miss you girls, too. Come visit me?” I offered, a bit hopeful. 

The delight in her voice is unmistakable. “We’d love to! I can answer on behalf of Yeji. Let’s arrange everything soon.” We wrapped up the conversation and hung up.

This is the first time I've invited them over. I want them to meet my family and introduce them properly this time.

I never really had the chance to introduce any of my friends after high school to my parents. For one, most of them lived miles away, and at that time, my college degree was still a sensitive topic with my family. I don’t want to rub it in their face that I didn’t take medicine as part of the family legacy. 

As I get ready for bed, I realize how considerate my mother and Ningning are. I can tell they are walking around eggshells with me, trying their best to lift my spirits but also giving me enough space to heal.

With renewed hope and with the help of the people around me, I’ll make sure to get through this. That’s the least that I can do for myself and for those who love me.