@kimslaysalot: Yu Jimin had a habit. Whenever Kim Minjeong talked too much, laughed too hard, or tried to look away from her, Jimin would grab her head—fingers slipping into her hair, thumb resting against her cheek, gently turning her back. Their friends called it the head grab. Minjeong called it unfair. Because every single time Jimin did it, Minjeong forgot what she was saying. Unfortunately... The same habit extended to arguments. Jimin would get frustrated. March over. Grab Minjeong's face. "...Look at me." "...No." "You are looking." "Against my will." "I told you I had it handled." "You call disappearing for 6 hours 'handled?'" "My phone died." "So did mine from worrying!" "I wasn't in danger." "You don't get to decide whether I worry!" Silence. Neither moved. Neither backed down. This wasn’t one of their usual silly fights about stolen hoodies or who finished the last ice cream. Jimin had vanished after a difficult rehearsal, and Minjeong had spent the entire evening calling managers before Jimin finally replied with a casual ‘sorry, phone died’. The fear had settled into anger by the time she got home. “You don’t get to scare me like that,” Minjeong said. Jimin stood. “I wasn’t trying to.” “But you did.” Silence filled the living room. Normally, one of them would crack a joke by now. Neither did. --- Minjeong crossed her arms. “Don’t come closer.” “I’m not.” Jimin took a step forward. Minjeong stared. “That was literally a step.” “I needed to hear you better.” “You heard me perfectly.” Another tiny step. Minjeong instinctively leaned back. Until... She couldn't. The couch stopped her. Jimin didn't. She planted one knee beside Minjeong. Then the other. Somehow... She'd ended up straddling the space over Minjeong's lap without even noticing. Minjeong tried to keep talking. "You always think—" Jimin sighed dramatically. Then, almost absentmindedly... Her hand slid to the side of Minjeong's face. Fingers disappearing into soft hair. Thumb resting against her cheek. There it was. The infamous head grab. "So predictable," Minjeong muttered. "Mhm." "You think this fixes everyth—" Jimin gently turned Minjeong's face back toward her. "...Look at me." "I am." "No." Their foreheads nearly touched. "...Really look." The silence stretched. Until Minjeong's stubborn expression cracked just enough. Minjeong was in the middle of making yet another point when suddenly… Jimin closed the distance and kissed her—brief, hard, but careful. “I’m not done talking,” Minjeong protested. “You are now” “No, listen. The point is—“ Before another word could leave her mouth, Jimin grabbed her head, brought her face closer, and stole another kiss “Seriously?” “Continue.” Minjeong narrowed her eyes. “As I was saying, you always think you can just—“ Jimin smiled, slid one hand into Minjeong’s hair, and gently pulled her closer. Another kiss, except this one is deeper. “Keep going.” Minjeong took a deep breath. “You can’t keep interrupting me every time I’m trying to make a val—“ Jimin’s hand found the back of her head again. “Don’t.” “Too late.” She kissed her once more. Minjeong looked at ger in disbelief. “See? This is what I’m talking about! You always distract me instead of listening, and then somehow I’m the one who forgets my own argument because you—“ Jimin gently grabbed her face again. “…Jimin.” “Hm?” “If you kiss me one more time—“ “You’ll what?” “…I’ll…” Then Minjeong glared at her. “Your stupid head grab is cheating.” Jimin grinned. “And yet it worked.” “It did not.” “You stopped arguing.” “That’s because I forgot my point.” “Convenient.” Minjeong rolled her eyes, but she was smiling now, and Jimin knew she was forgiven. Jimin pressed one last kiss to her forehead. “Come here.” "I'm literally trapped." "Good." #winrina #winrinaau #fyp #jmj #au — wouldn’t mind if someone grabs my head like that……. I SAID I WON’T MIND IF SOMEONE HEAD GRABS ME TOO

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