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He lifted her off her feet, spinning her around in the air as she squealed. “I missed you, baby.”

Once he set her back on the ground, she pulled back to cup his face, her smile wide and eyes glassy. “I missed you more. But how are you here?”

“I requested this weekend off for you.” He grinned, leaning in to press a kiss to her forehead.

She clasped her hands together, bringing them to her mouth and practically hopping on her feet. “This is like the best present ever!”

“We’ve been planning it for months.” Wonwoo's eyes moved behind her, where she turned and found Minji and Yoohyeon smiling and waving at them.

“Thank you so much.” She blinked back her tears, wrapping her arms around his waist and she tipped her chin to her members.

“You do have one hour before you have to leave for your birthday cafe,” Minji reminded her.

“Right right, what will you do?” Mira turned to face Wonwoo, looking up into his eyes.

“I’ll visit my members and family while you’re gone. Then we’re going out for dinner.” He smiles, wiping the corner of her eye where a tear threatened to fall down her face.

She nods, finally reaching up on her toes to kiss him on the lips. Mira goes to run her fingers through his hair, only to remember that she doesn’t have much left to hold onto. Her cheeks flush as she pulls away, pressing her forehead to his chest in embarrassment. “I keep forgetting your hair.”

He pets her hair, chuckling. “Yeah, it takes a while getting used to.”

She brushes it up, trying to spike it but failing. “Let’s go to my room for a bit?”

She lifts her eyebrow, reaching for his hand and leading him down the hallway.

“Don’t get too carried away!” Minji shouted.

Mira snorted, pulling him into her bedroom before closing and locking the door behind her.

“You heard the woman-”

She rolled her eyes, throwing herself at him as she planted her lips on his. Wonwoo seemed taken off guard but quickly melted into the kiss. He tossed her present onto her bed, letting his hands fall to her hips.

“You don’t know how happy I am to see you.” She whispered with a smile against his lips.

“I think I might have an idea.” He bends his knees, his hands sliding down to grip the back of her thighs as he lifts her up. He delights in the sound of her giggles as she secures one arm around his neck, the other running up his bicep.

“Ooh…” Mira tilts her head, humming as she feels the pure muscle underneath her fingertips. “What do they have you doing in there?”

He takes a seat on her bed, holding her securely against his lap as he kisses her neck. “Now’s not the time to be naughty.”

“But I’ve missed you.” She cups his face between her hands, pecking his lips.

“Well that’s what tonight’s for,” Wonwoo smirks as reaches behind him, searching until he finds the box he had earlier. "Now, are you ready for your present?"

He presents the wrapped present to her, looking up to gauge her reaction.

She smiles, carefully grabbing the collar of his shirt and pulling him towards her with a mischievous grin. "I thought you were my present."

Wonwoo chuckles, reaching his hand up to cup her cheek. He cranes his neck forward to kiss her forehead. "You know my favorite thing to do is to spoil you."

She nods, blushing.

“Open it.”

She scoots to sit cross cross next to him, carefully tears the wrapping apart, making sure not to damage it in the process. She pulls the lid off with eagerness and squeals at the contents. Inside, there are plenty of self care items that she can’t wait to use. Rose petals and folded up pieces of paper are scattered everywhere. There’s also a book covered in brown craft paper, twine wrapping around it with a rose tucked underneath.

“Wonwoo!” Mira lets her hand rest on his knee, leaning forward to kiss his cheek. “This is so sweet. I love it!”

“These are notes I wrote for you.” He pulls a folded up piece of paper from the box, giving it to her. “I made sure to include plenty until I can make you more.”

She opened and read it, her eyes welling up with tears. The date and time is at the top, formatted like a diary entry that says how much he misses her when he can’t sleep at night.

“Don’t cry, you have your event soon.”

“Sorry!” She tilts her head back, trying to blink the tears away. “I’ve just missed you so much.”

“I missed you more, baby.”

Mira sighed, closing her eyes. “We've been doing pretty good so far, don’t you think?”

He smiles, nodding his head as he brushes her hair behind her ear. “You’ve been doing amazing. I, on the other hand, have been in agony.”

Wonwoo is fast to connect his lips to her neck, pressing her flat against the bed. She laughs as he attacks her with kisses all over her face and chest.

“I thought we weren’t supposed to get carried away!”

He groaned, pushing himself up with his hands. He pulled her up by her hands, letting out a big sigh as his shoulders slumped. He reached in to get the wrapped book out of the box. “Here is your homework for next month.”

“Homework?” She smirked, taking the book from him. She removed the rose that was tucked under the twine, bringing it to her nose to smell. “Where did you learn to wrap like this?”

Mira slapped her palm against her mouth, snickering as she realized the double meaning in her joke.

He shook his head, scratching the back of his neck as he leaned in closer to her. “You’re a goofball.”

She untied the twine before carefully ripping the paper to reveal a hardcover book that she had never heard of before, but it appeared familiar to her. It looked to be over five hundred pages, and she knew she was going to have the funnest time reading it.

“I bought it a long time ago and packed it with me. I’m not sure why I waited so long to read it, but it’s really beautiful and I knew you needed to read it too.”

She hugs the book to her chest, turning her head to smile at him. “Thank you, Wonwoo. I'll start it tonight.”

He pinches her cheek before finally reaching into his back pocket and pulling out a velvet box. “One last thing…”

He held it out for her, Mira taking it with caution. “What’s this?”

He motioned for her to open it.

She found the side that opened, pulling it up and being met with a necklace. Mira gasped at the way the diamonds sparkled at her. The chain itself was rose gold, but the pendant was shaped like a vine, the diamonds placed meticulously on the leaves.

"Oh my god." Her mouth gaped as she looked back up at him in disbelief. She wanted to put it on immediately and never take it off. "It's just… wow."

He carefully removed it from the box, watching as it dangled in the air. He motioned for her to turn. She obliged, his hands reaching over her and pulling the clasp apart. He secured the necklace at the back of her neck, turning her to face him. He smiles at her, holding her hands. “How do you like it?”

"It's beautiful," She looks down, running her fingertips over the diamond teardrop in between her collarbones. "Thank you."

Mira leans forward, smiling up at him as her hands squeeze his knee. Her eyes drift to his lips before leaning in and kissing him.

“Happy birthday, love.” 

She had finished her birthday event and livestream, surprised to see that Wonwoo had texted her a location to come to. She assumed it was for dinner, so she didn’t bother searching up the address.

Her manager dropped her off at the restaurant, making sure that she had her bag and all her things. She saw no use for keeping a low profile, the ambience being romantically dim and lit with candles. She expected to see other families and couples at their own tables, but everything was cleared out. The only table occupied was seating Wonwoo, who quickly stood to his feet when he noticed her enter.

Mira looked down, seeing a trail of pink petals leading to him. Her smile stretched ear to ear as she made her way to her boyfriend, goosebumps forming on her screen.

“It’s crazy, I had a feeling I saw you earlier today.” Wonwoo opened his arms, grinning as she launched herself at him once again.

“You’re silly.” She chuckled, enveloping him in a tight hug, running her fingers over his buzz and swaying in his arms. “Did you rent out the place?”

“Yeah. Turns out the manager is a huge fan.” He rubs his palm against her lower back, leaning back to get a good look at her. He brushed her hair behind her ear, giving her forehead a kiss. “Come on.”

“You’re making me really wish I was wearing a dress.”

He steps back, pulling out her chair for her and pushing it in when she’s sat. He takes his seat across from her, sliding one menu over to her. “They will make whatever you want, it doesn’t even have to be on the menu.”

Wonwoo turns his head and she follows his gaze, seeing the managers and chefs peeking out from behind a wall. They giggle, hiding when they’re noticed.

“Really?” Her eyes widened, sparkling in the candlelight.

“It’s your day.” He nods.

She purses her lips, blushing before she speaks. “I really want some wine…”

“Red?”

Mira was nursing her third glass of wine, finishing up the asparagus she had with her pasta.

“Did you have a good birthday?” He asked.

She nodded, smiling as she pressed her palm against her cheek, feeling how warm it was under her touch. “It was magical. Thank you for making it so special.”

He grins, downing the little bit of wine he had left.

She jumps at the sound of employees clapping suddenly, making their way over to the table with a cake. She gasps, covering her mouth as they set the cake down in front of her. The candles are already lit as she realizes what the dessert looks like.

Wonwoo softly claps his hands together as him and the employees sing happy birthday to her. She has tears forming in her eyes from how adorable the cake is. It’s her favorite Line Friends character, Cony, and her boyfriend Brown sitting atop the green icing.

Mira giggles, the alcohol in her system making her all the more bubbly. 

“Make a wish!”

She looks between the staff and her boyfriend before finally clasping her hands together and shutting her eyes. She had already made plenty of wishes throughout the day, and this one would be no different. When she was ready, she opened her eyes and blew out her candles. Everyone clapped for her before bowing and excusing the two.

“This is the cutest cake ever!” She rotates it carefully, looking at the icing designs around it.

“It suits you perfectly. I was originally just gonna get a Cony one, but I saw the design with her boyfriend and thought you’d love it more.”

She dabs her eyes with her napkin, looking up at him. “Look, it’s us!”

He nods, scratching his neck. “I was thinking that too.”

She takes her phone out to snap a few pictures before setting it down. She reaches across the table, leaving her hand open for his. He quickly grabs it, giving her a squeeze.

“Thank you, Wonwoo. I love you and I love the cake, but if I eat one more bite of anything, I might explode.”

“That’s alright,” He grins. “We can eat it later.”

Her body reacts on its own, blushing and breaking eye contact with him to look at the cloth on the table. She’s aware of her surroundings all at once, her hearing focusing in on the soft, romantic jazz music that’s playing through the restaurant.

“Can I ask you something?” She speaks softly, caressing the back of his hand with her thumb.

“Anything.”

“Do you know how to slow dance?”

Taken aback by her question, his eyes widened and he chuckles to hide his shyness.

“The entire time we’ve been here, I kept thinking how this would be perfect music to slow dance to.” She smiles, letting her head rest on her arm as she gazes up at him.

Wonwoo is still for a beat, until he pushes his chair out to stand, still holding her hand. “It’s your day.”

She hesitates before following his movements, letting him lead the way a few steps from their table to an empty space.

“I might be completely awful at this, but I’ll do my best for you.” He lifts his hand holding hers higher, spinning her into a twirl.

She smiles, facing him once again and hooking her arm under his as he rests his other on her waist. “My first slow dance was in high school, so I’m probably not any better.”

Mira does her best to mimic all the movies she’s seen while growing up, and somehow Wonwoo is perfect at it even with no experience. They follow the music, stepping and swaying back and forth.

She hums, turning her head to rest against his chest. “You wanna know something?”

He squeezed her hand, letting her know he was listening.

“Sometimes, I wish I could give a message to my past self and tell her that there will come a day when she’s surrounded by so much love, that all the hatred she grew up around will wither away little by little.”

He lets the tension that he didn’t know was laying on his shoulders melt away at her words. His hand on her waist slides higher, two full circles around her shoulder blades before he moves it to cup her cheek. Wonwoo puts distance between their faces, analyzing all the features on her face.

The lighting is dim, but he can still see how clearly her eyes shine.

“Mira…” His eyebrows soften, his palm soft against her cheek.

“I just… never thought I’d be deserving of a love like ours in my entire life. I wasn’t sure there were good men like you left in this world. I thought that stuff only existed in fairy tales.”

A tear rolled down her cheek, Wonwoo wiping it away and pressing a kiss to her forehead. “You’ve known a lot of pain in your life, some inflicted by people who are meant to protect you. You’re more than worthy of all the love and kindness the world has to offer, and I want to be a safe haven for you.”

She lets a tiny sob escape her mouth, smiling up at him as her lip wobbles. Mira takes a deep breath, leveling herself out before talking again. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to get all sappy.”

He shakes his head. “I love you, sappiness included. And last time I checked, it’s your party and you can cry if you want to.”

She snorts, throwing her head back in laughter. “I guess what I was trying to say is that I love you, Wonwoo. So much that it almost feels like a crime to be this in love.”

Her stomach sinks, and her eyes squeeze shut. She feels the familiar burn behind her eyelids, the burn of tears emerging, and she already knows what he wants to talk about.

“Wonwoo, please.” She steadies her voice, squeezing his hand. “It’s been such a good night, please.”

“Mira,” He sighs, slipping his arms out from under her and sitting up. He rests his palm on her shoulder, silently begging her to look at him. “We can’t keep avoiding the subject. I'd rather talk about it now so we don’t have a cloud hanging over us every time we’re together.”

She curls into the pillow underneath her, cries bubbling in her throat. They’ve only discussed the topic of his enlistment a couple of times. Once when he had told her he’d be enlisting later in the year, and another when he got his specific date. The first time was after they had finished being intimate and were both winding down. Mira hadn’t said a word, her eyes doing all the talking for her. She didn’t sleep much that night, choosing to not dwell on the topic further with him and instead letting her mind run laps. When he had messaged her his enlistment date over text, she completely ignored it, letting it sit in a far place in her mind.

“Hey, come here.” He scooted up on his bed, pulling the pillows higher and sitting back against the headboard. He held his arms out, waiting for him to face him. When she finally turned over, he could tell her eyes were glassy and she was on the verge of sobbing.

“I don’t know what I’m gonna do without you.” Her voice breaks as she crawls to sit between his legs, wrapping her arms around his waist.

“Don’t say that.” His arm hugs her closer while his free hand brushes his fingers through her hair. “You’re gonna be okay.”

“I don’t think I will.”

“Stop that. I know you will.” He presses a kiss to the top of her head. “I just need to know if you'll wait for me.”

She turns and presses her forehead into his chest. “Of course I will. I’ve hated trying to imagine myself being so… weak and lonely. There’s no one else for me. I don’t want anyone but you.”

He feels her tears fall onto his chest, trickling down his body. He wipes under her eyes with his thumb, rubbing his hand up and down her back to comfort her. “Hey, there’s no one else for me either. And you’re not weak, baby. You’re the absolute opposite.”

“I don’t feel like it.” She uses the sleeve of her sweater to wipe her nose. “What if you forget about me? What if you don’t feel the same way when you come home?”

He shakes his head, gathering her hair at her neck and pushing her back by her shoulders. “Look at me,” He smiles, mirroring her wobbling lips. “There hasn’t been a single day that I haven’t thought about you since we met. Every day that I’m gone, I’ll be counting down the days until I come home to you.”

Mira tries to be quiet as sobs erupt from her throat, grabbing onto his wrists. “I feel like everything is falling apart.”

He pulls her back against his chest, rocking them back and forth as he cradles her head. “You’re okay. I’ve got you.”

She trembles beneath him, conscious of how she’s getting his chest all wet with her tears but unable to stop the waterworks. He shushes her, stretching to dig around in his nightstand for tissues. Once he finds them, he brushes her hair out of her face, tears welling up in his own eyes at the sight of how vulnerable Mira looks. The realization hits him that the enlistment isn’t the only thing settling on her. He takes a tissue, blotting under her eyes as he pouts.

“What else is bothering you, baby?” He takes another tissue, holding it out for her.

She takes it, using it to blow her nose. She tries to choke down another sob, failing miserably as she gets worked up again. She shakes her head, hands falling into her lap as she tries to make sense of all the emotions clouding her brain.

“Take your time. It’s okay.” He leans forward, pressing his lips to her forehead and keeping them there as he cups her cheek. “I’m here to listen.”

She hovers her hand over her mouth, struggling to catch her breath as she tries to speak. “So much… is happening… lately.”

Wonwoo nods, his brows furrowing as he listens closely.

“My mom… suddenly talking… to me… after so many years.” She shakes, her breathing labored.

He sighed, wrapping his arms around her, wanting nothing but to take all her pain from her. He understands how confusing her life has been for her recently. And he knows how her moms sudden want to be a part of Mira’s life has thrown her out of sorts. He had a suspicion that she was holding in a lot of her emotions, letting it all build up over time. He sensed the tension that she was keeping under wraps. “Shh, just calm down a bit.”

He let her cry for as long as she wanted, holding her close and discarding her tissues in the trash near his bed. It was a while before her heaving stopped, staying in their silence as he rubbed her back.

Mira sniffles, rubbing her eyes with the palm of her hand before pushing away from him. Her voice wobbled a bit, but she had no energy left to keep on crying. “I don’t know what it is, I just feel like life has paused for me. I liked the routine I was in: happy, in love, booked. But I’ve decided not to renew my contract, and I feel like that has stirred some feelings in me that I didn’t know I had.

“My mom is reaching out after all these years. I don’t know what she wants from me, money or to see me suffer. It’s not in her character, and it’s throwing me off balance. I have no idea what to do or where to go once my contract ends. I’ve always been with Handong, but she’s leaving. And now you. You’re leaving too. I…I don’t know how to be on my own. I don’t know what I’m going to do. I am so scared.”

“Oh Mira,” He furrows his brows, his eyes softening as his head tilts to the side. He pulls her back into his arms, pressing his lips to her forehead. “How long have you been keeping this to yourself?”

She shakes her head. “I-I don’t know… It’s more of an internal battle I’m having with myself, and what good would it do if I had thrown it all on you? The last thing I want to do is make you feel helpless when it comes to me.”

“I feel more helpless when you shut me out, baby. So don’t do that anymore, please.” He whispered, resting his chin on the top of her head. “You’re my partner, Mira. It wouldn’t be fair if I only let you shoulder my burdens. I love you, so lessen your stress and lay it on me, okay?”

Her eyes start to sting again, tears running down her cheeks. She nods, wiping her eyes. “I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologize or feel sorry. Just tell me if something’s bothering you. Even if your allergies are acting up, I wanna know.” He chuckles.

She’s quiet for a beat until he hears a snort and can finally relax. She can’t see how big his smile is, content with knowing he managed to get one ounce of joy from her after she was so vulnerable before him.

“In that case, I might annoy you.”

“Never.” He tucks her hair behind her ears, kissing her brow. “You could never annoy me.”

He knows that she will be fine. She might not be convinced now, but he’d believe it for the both of them until she could see for herself.

“You’re gonna be perfect, Mira. You think it's going to be impossible. It’ll be hard for a while, but it’s gonna be okay in the end.” He looks down at her until she meets his gaze, her eyes sparkling back at him. “You’re gonna find something you’re so passionate about, you'll get lost in it, and then one day, I’ll be back as if I was just away for a couple weeks.”

She says nothing, simply nods. Her mind remains unchanged and doesn't want to negate what he believes to be true. She sniffles again, scooting back from him before sitting cross-legged in front of him. “You better contact me at any opportunity.”

“Oh, I plan on it.” He grabs both of her hands, bringing them to his lips to kiss them. “Do you think it would make things easier if I made a list of things that you could try? Maybe I could give you a new book to read every month.”

“I’d love that.” She grins, staring at her lap as he runs his fingers over the back of her hands.

“I’ll get to work on it.” He leaned forward, pecking her forehead. “Do you have anything in mind for what you want to do once your contract is over?”

Her shoulders fall, and she sighs, shaking her head. “We‘ll have a couple of schedules after, but I don’t know what I’ll do. The company has been very good to us, but it’s not perfect. It’ll be hard to find something new…”

“I get that.” He nods. “Perhaps you could visit your dad in Hong Kong for a while. I know he misses you, and talking to him might help.”

Mira pursed her lips, a warm sensation filling her body. She does miss her dad, she realizes. “You’re right.”

He continues holding her hands as he stands up from the bed, letting them go to pull apart his made blankets. “Maybe you could try acting?”

“Goodness no, I’d be terrible at it.”

“You never know unless you try.” He raises his eyebrows with a hopeful smile. “I’d love to hear that beautiful voice of yours anywhere. Do you still wanna sing?”

“Yes… I think I might die if I can’t sing anymore.” She lifts her bottom, getting under the blankets. “But I can’t do that without a company to support me.”

“We’ll help you find something.” He bends over the bed, reaching to brush her bangs out of her eyes. “It’s not a crime to ask for help, baby.”

She slowly nods, bringing her knees to her chest. She watches as he climbs back into the bed, adjusts his pillows, and lies down. He opens his arms, waiting for her. She scoots closer to him, laying on her side and resting her head on his chest. He wraps his arms around her, turning his head to kiss her on her head.

“Maybe you could be an MC or host a radio show? That way, you can meet a ton of people.” He sounds more enthused as he bounces off ideas for her.

“That might be nice.” She closes her eyes and imagines herself being an MC at one of the music shows or a DJ at one of the stations that the group has been to countless times before.

“The possibilities are endless. Whatever you decide, you’ll have the support of me, twelve guys, seven other girls, and all your fans who adore you. Everything is gonna work itself out, okay?”

She hums in agreement, settling into the mattress as he pulls the covers up to both of their shoulders.

“Seungcheol and Seungkwan have been given strict orders to look after you.” He murmured against her hair.

Mira snorts, caught off guard by the image of Wonwoo commanding his members to look after her. Then her heart begins to ache, knowing she’s found a home in her members and his group as well. She can feel her eyes and nose burning, remembering how effortlessly they accepted her into their family.

She took a deep breath before speaking again. “I love you so much.”

Still, her voice wobbles as she tries choking down more emotions. Crying had exhausted her, and she didn’t want to cry anymore tonight.

“I love you more.” He rubs his hand up and down her arm. “You’re gonna be fine, baby.”

The water comes up right below her breasts , and her crossed arms are only making her look more stunning.

“Wonwoo…” She pouts, looking the other way as her hairs stand up.

“Sorry, you’re just so beautiful.”

Mira snorts, bringing her knees up to her chest.

“I guess I shouldn’t touch you, right?” Wonwoo mumbles under his breath, to which she can hear completely fine.

She takes a deep, shaky breath. “You’re allowed.”

He holds his arm out, welcoming her in. She scoots from the opposite side of the hot tub, next to him. He hovers his hand over her before finally resting it on her shoulder. She’s stiff under him but tries to loosen her muscles.

“Mira?”

She hums, turning to stare into his eyes.

“You’re really pretty. You know that, right?”

Her eyes soften, not knowing how to respond to him. Her gaze drifts down to his lips. She thinks he’s about to kiss her, but instead presses his lips to her forehead.

“I’m sorry…” She whispers.

“For what?”

“I’m sorry, I don’t know how to do this right. I don’t know how to be comfortable around you.” She focuses on his chest, squeezing her knees tighter. “I mean I am comfortable around you, I feel safe. I just don’t know how to be comfortable like this.”

She gestures to their bodies, how they’re each revealing more of themselves than they ever have. “I guess I don’t know how to be comfortable with myself, I think I’m lacking something.”

“You have nothing to apologize for.” He rubs his thumb back and forth across her skin. “And you’re not lacking anything. I think it's human nature to be a little shy when we’re like this. It’s okay.”

He’s able to ease some of her worries, but it doesn’t erase the fact that there’s minimal clothing separating them. Mira’s imagined it countless times, and she knows he’s dreamt about it. She just wishes she could get over her pride so she can fully pursue her feelings for Wonwoo.

“Do you get shy around me?” She rests her chin on her knees, trying to hide her smile.

“Oh yeah. All the time.”

“Really?“

“As I said, all the time.” He kisses her temple, pulling her closer to him.

“How so?”

“Well,” He sighs, pulling her legs over his own and resting his palm on her knee. “Every time you post new photos or send me texts throughout the day. Your laugh. You really see me in a way that no one has before. The way you look at me, like you hold me in such high regard.

“I do.” She grabs his hand under the water and squeezes it. “Of course I do, I love you.”

Wonwoo grins, leaning in to kiss her cheek. “I love you too.” He scans her face, focusing on her lips before kissing her again. “I love everything that makes you you.”

His words set adrenaline off in her. Her anxiety fades away with each passing second they hold each other's gaze. She brings her hand up to his neck, pressing her forehead against his as they breathe each other's air. Her lips hover over his as her body gravitates more towards him.

Mira kisses his lips and she feels her pulse in her ears. Her feelings of love for him are overshadowing her worries. He presses his fingers into her thigh, moving along with her. His palm inches higher up her leg until he comes in contact with her bottoms.

Her breath hitches as she wraps her arms around his neck, kissing him harder and slipping her tongue past his lips. He rests his hand at the base of her neck, minding her hair that’s put up and the bikini top that is tied extra tight.

She craves to have her body pressed against him, so much she straddles his lap, kissing him feverishly. He pushes her hips down for more friction, earning a groan from him as he becomes painfully aware of how her breasts are flushed with his chest.

She pulls away, her eyebrows furrowed as she looks him over. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, you just…” He blushes, unsure how to tell her that he is extremely turned on by how close they are. He lowers his head, realizing he can really see her to the best of his abilities now. He fits his head underneath her chin, pressing his lips to her throat. “You’re absolutely beautiful.”

Her heart pounds as she hugs him, running her hand back and forth across his shoulders. “I love you, Wonwoo,” She whispers next to his ear. “I want you to have all parts of me.”

He puts distance between their faces, looking up at her with a puzzled expression. “I’ll take everything you’re willing to give me.”

Mira kisses his cheekbone, her lips leaving a trail as she ends at his lips. “You have me. All of me.”

He smirks, clasping his hands behind her back and encasing her in his arms. “And you have me.” His palm rests at the base of her spine, leaning in to give her a deep kiss.

She relaxes again, cupping his cheek as they kiss, leaving no corner of their lips untouched. She pulls away to catch her breath, stroking his cheek with her thumb. “No disruptions this time. Just us.”

He knew exactly what she was implying, but it still feels like a dream to him to know that it’s finally happening. His pulse picks up in pace at the realization, and now he might even be more nervous than her.

Wonwoo gently wraps his hand around her wrist, pushing a stray hair out of her face. “Are you sure?”

She nods with a smile. “I am. Are you?” She scans his face to look for any indication that he might be having second thoughts.

He purses his lips, both his hands falling to her waist and pulling her down against his erection. “You tell me.”

She holds back a squeal, in disbelief that she is having this effect over him. Mira flashes him a smile, scanning his face as she drags her thumb down his lip. Her hand travels further down his body, stopping at his abs to blush. When she feels him tighten underneath her, she leans in to kiss him more.

The heat from the water eventually catches up to them, their skin glistening from the hot tub and kissing combined.

Mira wraps her arms around his neck, leaning closer to his ear before whispering. “You can take me inside now, you know.”

He smirks, grabbing the back of her thighs and standing up in the hot tub. She laughs, holding onto him tight as she picks her up effortlessly. He wraps her legs around his back, supporting her bottom with his hand. She manages to grab the towel she brought as he walks past the chairs, approaching the door to their room.

Wonwoo sets her down inside, going back out to close up the hot tub. Mira wraps the towel around herself, admiring how sexy he looks when closing up shop. His back is toned, the veins in his arms becoming more visible as he uses his strength. She perks up when he finally comes back inside, shutting the door and pulling the curtains closed.

He turns to face her, reaching to cup her face with both his palms as he kisses her passionately. Mira still holds the towel tight to her body, her free hand resting on his hip as she moves her lips in rhythm with his. Their kisses and heavy breaths echo off the walls of the hotel room as Wonwoo slowly backs her closer to the edge of the bed.

She lands on the bed once her legs hit the mattress, giggling nervously as she looks up at him. His dark gaze sobers her up and is conscious of how close they are to finally being intimate.

He holds her cheeks in his palms, leaning down to kiss all over her face. Her forehead, eyelids, cheeks, chin, and finally her lips. He gets on his knees, his hands falling and reaching for hers to hold. “How are you feeling?”

She snorts at the weird question, but knows it's his way of checking in with her thoughts. “I’m okay. Just a little jittery.”

“We can stop at any time, okay?” He looks up at her with the most adoring eyes, squeezing her fingers between his hands. She nods, leaning forward to peck his forehead.

“Can I see you?” He says while resting his chin on her knee.

She blushes. “You can see me.”

His fingers tap up her thigh, slipping underneath the towel still firmly wrapped around her. “All of you.”

Mira purses her lips, her grip loosening as she slowly opens up the towel and lets it fall on the bed. He could see her gentle blue bikini set perfectly now. He stopped himself from overreacting at the sight, not wanting to make her uncomfortable. Inside, he felt like he was combusting.

“You’re so beautiful, Mira.” He turns his head, placing a kiss on both of her knees before lifting her legs with his hands. He starts  with her left, leaving slow, sensual kisses along her ankle, her shin, her calf, her knee, all the way up to the inside of her thigh. Mira leaned back on her hands, watching him with heavy eyes as her center yearned for more. His thumb brushed the edge of her bottoms, gently holding her hips as he moved over to her other thigh. She hovered her shaky hand over his head before finally combing through his hair with her fingers. He repeated the same as he did before, except this time his tongue occasionally glided over her skin.

His tongue was warm, but what he left felt chilly to the touch as he moved further down her leg. She felt a shiver run down her body as the air conditioning kicked on, a giggle unexpectedly leaving her body to downplay how nervous she was. He laughed against her skin, kissing his way back up to her inner thigh. His hands snuck underneath her bottom, lifting her up and moving her higher up the bed.

Mira smiled, covering her mouth as he climbed onto the bed and was level with her stomach. He bent down to place a kiss on her hips, working his way up to her lips. Her attention alters between his eyes and his mouth, getting flustered by being so close to him.

“You okay?” He raises his eyebrows.

She nods, reaching her hand up to brush through his hair. “Perfect.”

Wonwoo kisses her softly, soon pressing pecks to her wrist. He sits back on his heels, getting a good look at her before grabbing her hands and pulling her up. He holds her face safely in his palms, leaning in to give her a kiss. She returns it, breathing heavily as her tongue glides over his.

His hands smooth down her neck, reaching behind her to mess with the knot. “Can I?

She hums in approval, letting her hands rest on his hips as she kisses his chest. He carefully unties the knot at her neck before moving on to the one at her back. The top soon falls off her body but he doesn’t bother looking, being lost in her eyes.

While he’s kissing her, she doesn’t notice him completely toss the bikini top aside because she’s more focused on his lips and the cool air she feels against her bare chest. She lets out a tiny moan when he finally puts his palms over her breasts. Her shoulders rise as he pinches her nipples between his fingers, pulling away to bite her lip.

“Is this okay?” His cheek brushes hers, whispering into her ear.

She whines while giving him a nod. He kisses below her ear, gently pushing her shoulder back and pressing her flat against the bed. Mira wraps her arms around his neck, her fingers finding themselves buried in his hair as he kisses her. He sneaks his hand behind her neck, stroking her jaw with his thumb. “I’ll never get tired of kissing you.”

She looks up at him lovingly, swiping the corner of his lip with the pad of her thumb. She kisses him and spreads her legs to feel him closer, being careful with him. She thought he was more fragile than her at this moment, wanting to protect him at all costs. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Mira.” Wonwoo brushes her hair behind her ear, kissing the tip of her nose before his other hand finds its place at her waist. “I love you so much.”

She finds herself tearing up at his words, studying all the features of his face down to every last mole. She wonders why she waited so long for this because she feels closer to him than ever. To her, it feels like their souls are being permanently intertwined by this single sacred act. Her heart aches as she combs through his hair, kissing him one last time before he speaks.

“You trust me?”

She nods. “More than anything.”

He pecks her, making his way down her chest and leaving kisses all over her breasts. He finally takes one of her peaks into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the bud and looking up at her for reassurance. Her head rests flat against her pillow, circling his shoulder with her nails as she lets out a sigh. He alternates between both of them, making sure the other is not lonely with the use of his hand. The ache between her legs grew with every second his mouth was on her.

He drags his tongue down the valley of her breasts, his hands sliding down her sides and paying attention to just how delicately his fingers press into the softness of her skin. He presses kisses along her defined stomach, making sure to wet his lips the closer he gets to her bikini bottoms. She feels the slight scrape of his teeth at her hip, hands finding the ties at her waist and pulling them apart. He looks up at her once more, making sure she’s still okay.

“Are you still okay?”

She watches him like a hawk, nodding her head while feeling like she could burst into flames.

“Can I touch you here?” He says softly, feeling a bit nervous himself.

“Y-yes.” She stutters and squirms, resting her arm over her chest when she feels her modesty creeping back up.

He slides the bottoms out from under her, tossing them aside and spreading her legs wider with his palms and eyeing her for affirmation. He slowly sinks down with her, licking a line up her slit when she flinches. He slithers his hand up her body, laying his palms up and gesturing to her to hold it.

He cocks his head up before speaking. “It’s okay, baby. Give me a chance to make you feel good.”

Mira places her hand in his, her head falling flat against the pillow as he resumes his motions. His tongue presses against her clit as he brings his thumb to circle her entrance. He earns a quiet sigh from her and he feels much better knowing she’s easing into it.

He replaces his thumb with his tongue, lapping up her juices as he traces patterns on her clit. He is painfully slow and attentive as he demonstrates just what he’s doing with his mouth, sliding his hand up the side of her body and squeezing her breast. Her free hand runs down his arm, squeezing his bicep as she looks down at him, looking content as ever.

She moans softly, wanting to be as quiet as possible because she has no idea if the sounds that could come out of her body are even attractive to him. She’s also reminded of the fact that they’re in a hotel, unsure of how thin the walls are. She combs her fingers through his hair, her body starting to arch into his mouth.

Wonwoo begins to delve his tongue into her deeper and much more firmly. Her hands fall at her sides, gripping the sheets and lifting her head to watch what he’s doing to her. He locks his arms around her thighs, pulling her closer as he feasts on her pussy. He guides her legs over his shoulders as he hums, sending vibrations that shock her entire body.

“W…Won…” She presses her palm against her stomach, feeling a knot tighten within her. “I feel…”

“It’s okay, baby. Just feel it.” He brings his hand to her entrance, coating his middle finger until it’s slick and pushing it through, feeling her tighten around him. His tongue assaults her clit, swiping and sucking as she responds to his finger. Once he sees how well she reacts, he inserts another digit and she squeezes around him more.

She presses the soles of her feet into the planes of his back, willing her thighs not to completely suffocate him but failing miserably. All he does is wrap a hand around one of them, pressing and rubbing reassuringly into her skin. Her skin feels on fire and her body starts to tingle as she gets louder, her mind feeling foggy.

Wonwoo pushes his fingers in and out of her at a consistent speed, making sure to curl them upwards and brush her sensitive spot. Her moans are now clear as day as she's completely abandoned the idea of being quiet. The sweet sounds are so beautiful to him, sending signals straight to his cock. “I’ve got you, Mira. Don’t be scared.”

She purses her lips, whimpering as her body writhes in pleasure. Mira squirms under him, the feeling growing in her stomach so much that it overwhelms her and doesn’t know what’s to come next. She tries her best to fight it, not wanting to make a complete fool of herself when she’s under him. “Wonwoo!”

Her chest rises and falls with heavy breaths, her hands clutching the sheets underneath her as her legs shake. When the knot finally comes undone, her eyes roll back and she pushes herself up briefly hoping the sensation will let up, gasping before falling back down and crying. Wonwoo holds her down, his tongue and fingers still at work to ride her through her orgasm. She convulses underneath him, using his palm to rub up and down her thighs. He laps up all of her sweetness, wanting to taste all of her and knowing it was because of him.

He crawls up her body, laying on his side next to her and pulling her to his chest as he kisses her neck, waiting for her to come back down. “You’re okay. I got you.”

Her eyes are heavy as she catches her breath, swallowing hard as she sneaks one arm behind his neck. “Wonwoo.”

Wonwoo presses kisses to her forehead, rubbing up and down her arms and feeling how warm and sweaty she is to the touch. “How do you feel?”

She covers her face out of embarrassment, in shock of all that just unfolded. “I feel like jello. Was that?” She points down to herself, hiding her grin from him.

He blushes, turning to hide his face in the pillow. “I think I made you orgasm.”

“That was… frightening. But I feel so good now.” She whispers, slipping her arm under the sheets beneath her and covering herself, loving the feeling of the cool fabric against her sleek skin. She rests her hand against his cheek, pressing her forehead against his.

Wonwoo wraps his fingers around her wrist. “It’s okay if you wanna stop here. You’ve done so well and I’m proud of you.” He leans in to kiss her cheek, nuzzling his face into her neck.

She frowns, knowing he’s worried about her. “But I want to go all the way. I don’t want to wait anymore. Please?”

He pulls away from her, getting a good look and admiring how stunning she is. He finally kisses her, his cock twitching in his trunks wondering if she can taste herself on his tongue. He runs his hand down her body, gripping her hip as her waist brushes against him. He starts imagining how it will be until it hits him.

“Mira… I didn’t bring any condoms…” He says in defeat, which makes him want to slap himself. He wanted to take this trip to be alone with her and to have fun. Of course, there was the possibility that they’d have sex, but it must’ve been so far in the back of his mind that he completely forgot to bring any protection.

“Oh…” Her eyes wander past him toward her luggage. “Do you wanna know something funny?”

“Please. I feel so stupid right now.”

“You’re not stupid, Wonwoo. It’s okay.” She brushes her fingers through the hair at his neck. “I was texting Sua and she told me that she had slipped a pack in my luggage. She also put a winky face. I don’t really know if she did or not, but do you wanna check? If not, we stop here.”

He snorts, laying flat on his back. “She’s really our biggest fan, huh?”

Mira pushes herself up, holding the blanket to her chest. “Yes, she is. Always has been.”

Wonwoo swings his legs over and gets up to go through her suitcase.

“And Wonwoo?” She speaks softly, her cheeks starting to flush.

“Yeah?” He looks back at her with a grin. Seeing her so relaxed after she was so shy in the hot tub means the world to him. He doesn’t break their eye contact as he feels around in the pockets.

“I don’t think I would have minded if we didn’t have any condoms… I’m on birth control.”

This woman will be the death of me. His head spun once he fully processed what she said. His knees would have buckled and he’d kneel before her if he wasn’t forcing them to work. He had no idea how to respond to that, but his dick for sure did. He tilted his head to flash her a smile, turning back towards the suitcase where he let his gummiest smile grow onto his face.

He has no luck finding them until he unzips the main pouch, finding the pack of condoms tucked into the edge of the suitcase. Thank you, Sua.

Wonwoo flashes her the box, setting it on his nightstand and climbing under the covers to lie next to her. He kisses the top of her head, pushing her hair behind her ear. “Are you sure you wanna do this?”

She can sense how nervous he is, which is now unfortunately rubbing off on her. She nods, kissing him. He starts to get rid of his swimming trunks and she forces her head to look away, not wanting to invade his privacy or make herself even more anxious. 

He rips off a condom from the pack, opening it and rolling it down his length. He strokes himself to relieve the throbbing that never went away from when he went down on her. He raises the sheets so he can climb on top of her, kneeling between her legs.

“You gotta tell me if it hurts or doesn’t feel good, okay?” He pressed his cock at her center, just rubbing it against her clit to coat it in her wetness.

She nods, resting her hands on his knees as she looks between them. She’s glad she doesn’t have a clear view of his size, because she knows she’d start freaking out. He just gently rubs his length against her for a while more until he finally presses down on his shaft, slowly pushing his tip in.

Mira squeezes his knees, opening her legs wider as her eyebrows furrow. She feels the sting, thinking about how that wasn’t so bad, until he keeps pushing past her tight walls. She winces, digging her nails into his skin. He quickly freezes, trying not to move a muscle as he checks up on her.

“I’m sorry, baby.” His tone is saddened knowing he’s hurting her. “Talk to me.”

“It hurts.” She says simply, tightening around him and trying to get used to the sensation.

“Should we stop?”

“No, just go slower…” She nods insistently.

He complies, inching himself in more and stopping immediately when she yelps. He stays there, still until she nods her head and he goes deeper. They repeat the same pattern several times until he has fully fit himself inside of her.

“Just let me know if you want me to move or stop.” Wonwoo rubs his hands along her thighs reassuringly.

She widens her eyes, realizing she’s taken all of him and how big he is. She breathes deeply, waiting for the pain to subside. She feels how hard he is and how her body clamps down around him, making the stretch worse for her.

He hovers over her, his hands beside her head as he reaches down to kiss her forehead. “I’m sorry. You’re doing great, you know that?”

She hums, slipping her arms around him so they rest on his back. She’d communicate with words if it weren’t for the sting she’s trying to ward off. He can tell that she’s gonna take a few to adjust to his size by the way she digs her nails into his back.

“Just breathe, darling.” He whispers, guilt arising in him as he peppers her face with soft kisses. “I don’t mean to hurt you.”

Mira nods, trying to reposition herself under him to make the sensation hurt less.

“You’re so beautiful,” He pressed his lips to her temple, moving down to her cheek and finally leaving a long kiss on her lips. “These are my favorite lips ever.” His kisses drag down to her jaw, her neck, to her collarbone. “You're just so perfect.”

She chuckles, her body relaxing into the mattress as he showers her with compliments. No doubt he’s trying to get her mind on something other than the pain.

“I love your beautiful brain,” She says, taking her nails out of his back and smoothing them along his skin.

“I love yours as well. So smart and kind. So perfect.” He lays his forearms flag next to her head, switching his weight when his palms tire. He pets her head, kissing her shoulder as he waits as long as she needs to.

She grabs his arms with both hands, tapping him to let her know she’s ready. “Go very slow.”

He nods, pulling his cock slowly out of her, before slowly driving it back in. She whimpers, and doesn’t know whether it’s a good sign or not.

“That was… better.” She can form coherent words now, feeling her confidence build back up as the pain subsides. “Again?”

Wonwoo repeats the movements again, a pleasant moan coming from her lips when he finally fills her up all the way. “Is this okay?”

“That feels… nice.” She says, not realizing how shy she would become after she said it.

“That’s good.” He kisses her forehead, dipping his head back between her neck as he keeps pushing in and out of her at a pace too painfully slow. “Nice is good. Nice is what we want.” He mutters to himself more than to her.

Her hips start to have a mind of their own, following his rhythm and moving along with his. It makes the feeling all the more better when they’re working together. Her moans are as sweet as candy to him, his cock twitching inside of her. The slow strokes are going to kill him, but he’s not doing anything different unless she tells him otherwise.

She reaches for his face, holding him in her palms so she can make eye contact with him. Beads of sweat are now forming on both of their foreheads as they smile at each other. She leans in to kiss him, her legs crossing at his back and she chokes out a cry, not expecting how much deeper she would feel him.

“Does it hurt? What’s wrong?” His eyebrows soften, looking down at her and pushing hair away from her glistening forehead.

“No… No… It feels good.” She reassured him, pecking him on the lips. “Can you go a little faster?”

So Wonwoo speeds up his pace, not by much but enough for her to see the difference. She moans against his chin, wrapping one arm around his neck in a tight grip.

“Is it still okay?”

“Mhmm. Faster,” Her fingers brush through his hair before she locks them at the base of his neck. “Please?”

He nods, turning the speed up a notch and she moans much louder than before. He hooks his arms under hers as he fucks in and out of her, enough to hear the sound of skin slapping against skin. “Just let me know if it gets too fast? Okay?”

The way he puts her comfort above all else, stirs something inside her belly, needing more and more of him as each second passes. She wraps her arms around him, tears threatening to spill over as his lips press against her neck. “F…faster.”

He groans against her skin, thrusting faster each time he instructs him to. “Baby, I’m not gonna last much longer.”

She hums to voice her understanding, gasping every time his hips are flush against hers. Mira feels his warm breath on her as he pants, his thrusts becoming more sloppy and her core tangling once again.

“Wonwoo…” She moans against his shoulder.

“I know,” He kisses her cheek, supporting himself on one forearm as he reaches the other between them and starts rubbing patterns on her clit. “Come for me, baby.”

His hips snap against hers as she comes undone, her back arching off the bed and against his chest. Her breathing is unsteady as she convulses under him, digging her nails into his back as her ears begin to ring.

His thrusts slow down as he spills into the condom, his cock thrusting deep inside her with every spurt. Wonwoo pants against her collarbone, trying to do his best to ride her through her orgasm as his stamina depletes.

Mira breathes heavily as her body loosens up, her hands running down his arm as she notices her body start to ache.

He pushes himself up to get a good look at her, pressing kisses to her lips and her cheeks. “Are you okay?”

She nods, wrapping her hand around his bicep. “I think I could get used to this.” She speaks quietly.

He scoffs in disbelief, pushing her hair out of her face as he leans down to kiss her deeply. While he has her distracted, he carefully pulls his cock out of her and throws the blankets off of them. He goes to take off the condom when he spots the crimson liquid between her legs.

“Hey, baby.” He lowers himself over her, pecking below her ear. “You’re bleeding.”

“No,” Her eyes widen, the color fading from her cheeks when she thinks about the mess she made. “No, no, no.”

“It’s okay, Mira. Really. There was a chance this would happen.”

She wishes the mattress would swallow her whole where she couldn’t be found ever again. She lifts the pillow from under her, covering her face to muffle her voice. “I’m so sorry! Did it get on the sheets?”

“You don’t have to apologize, Mira. It’s completely okay, I promise.” He checks the sheets and the blanket, only noticing a small dot. “It’s okay, baby. I don’t want you to be embarrassed. Do you want me to clean you up in the shower?”

She removes the pillow, avoiding his eyes. “Can you not look and just meet me in there?”

“Of course. Let me know when you’re ready.” Wonwoo climbs off of her, sitting facing away from her. He hears the sheets rustle behind him.

“Oh god, it’s on the bed!” She whines, close to tears as she tiptoes to the bathroom in search of a washcloth.

“Mira, I promise it’s not as bad as you think it is. Just go ahead and get in the shower and I’ll be right behind you.”

“What’s housekeeping gonna think?” She mumbles to herself as she ties her hair up and starts the shower. She purses her lips at how cold it is at first, desperate to rid herself of the blood between her legs before he joins her. She calls on him when she’s sure most of it is gone. She feels like she could cry until he slips in next to her.

Mira wraps her arms around her, her head hanging low. He sighs, placing his hands on her shoulders and giving her a massage.

“Baby,” He kisses the back of her neck. “It’s nothing to be embarrassed about. This doesn’t change how I see you. I love you…”

She turns around, tears falling down her cheek. “I really didn’t think I would bleed. And it got all over you-“

“I’m fine. And it’s a normal thing that women go through and it’s not anything you should be ashamed of. I love you, Mira.” His eyes soften as he cups her cheeks, wiping her tears away with his thumbs. “I’ll love you no matter what.”

She nods, frowning as she holds his wrists. She’s quiet for a few beats until her lip perks up. “Was it worth the wait?”

He shakes his head, rolling his eyes with a smirk. He leans forward to kiss her forehead. “I’d wait a thousand years for you.”

She stepped out of the car, grabbed her bags, and made her way to the entrance of her apartment. Her mother was on vacation in Busan, so it felt extra lonely these past few nights. She entered her home, being welcomed by Nilla and Luna sitting patiently on the rug.

“Mommy’s home!” She quickly closed the door, locking it and stepping out of her shoes. She set her bag down, kneeling in front of the cats and giving them pets on their head. They started to wrap themselves around her legs, rubbing against her and purring.

Youngjae wasn’t there, so she decided to clean up real quick and set the table for them. She got into her comfy clothes, preparing the cats’ dinners while she waited up for him. In no time, she heard the doorbell, each kitty cocking their head towards the door.

“It’s just Youngjae.” She sprinted over towards the intercom to let him in.

When she opened the door, not only did he have their takeout, but also a huge bouquet of roses. She gasped, hurrying to grab the roses before he dropped anything else. “Baby, you didn’t have to get me these.” She smiled, clearing the way for him to enter as she carried the roses to the dining table.

He closed the door with his foot, leaning in to peck her cheek. “A pretty girl needs her pretty flowers.”

She blushed, her hands on her hips as he set the takeout on the table. He went back to take his shoes and coat off, returning to her and cupping her cheeks. “I missed you.”

Jenn wrapped her arms around his waist, leaning in to kiss him. Her eyes fluttered shut, feeling his lips on hers right where they belonged. She hummed against him, pulling away and looking up into his eyes. “I missed you more.”

“Fat chance.”

She rolled her eyes, watching as he began to unpack their food. She set plates and silverware for him as he plated their food. She smiled to herself, loving the domestic routine they had made for themselves. She would never get enough of it. And then her bubble burst, reminding her that it would all be coming to an end soon.

She tried to push the thoughts away to enjoy the time they had together, but it was always a parasite in the back of her mind. She decided to pull out some wine, knowing she was gonna need it if she was gonna get through their chat.

The couple began to eat their dinner, pouring wine into each other’s glasses once they were empty. They told each other what they did that day, how Jenn is still getting used to taking over Youngjae’s radio show. Jenn is getting a lot more callbacks from directors and is being recognized for her performance earlier in the year. And she has a shoot coming up during the weekend for her next album. A lot of things are working themselves out for her, but she knows that his days are mostly full of paperwork and preparations for the next few years to come.

They finish eating, doing the dishes together, and drying them off before putting them back where they belong. Jenn decides to pour herself one last glass of wine before sitting at the table. She’s at that point where a calm washes over her, not drunk but also not sober.

Youngjae sits next to her, his knees brushing against hers as he reaches for her hand. He holds hers in his, tracing the lines with his fingertips before bringing it to his mouth to kiss it.

“Is this the part where we talk about the elephant in the room?” She holds her wine glass, swirling the liquid around, her smile sad and forced.

He purses his lips, letting his head drop and squeezing her hand. “Yeah, I think it is.”

She turns her body to face him, taking one last gulp of her wine and setting it down. She let out a sigh, intertwining both of their hands as she leaned in closer to him.

“I have a proposal for you.” He craned his neck to kiss her forehead, whispering to her tenderly.

She raises her eyebrows, snorting as she sits up straight. “A proposal?”

He chuckled. “Hear me out, okay?”

“I’m listening.”

“I’ll be leaving later this month.” He begins, his smile fading. “I won’t be back till the summer of twenty-seven.”

She closes her eyes, exhaling as it finally hits her. He’s leaving, and she’ll be left behind. The members’ enlistments were something she would never get used to. And now her lover was leaving her.

“I think we should go on a break before I go.”

Jenn’s jaw falls slack, eyes scanning his face for any telltale sign that he’s messing with her. She took back everything she said; she definitely felt drunk. She knew there was no way he suggested that. She shoots to stand on her feet, stepping away from him.

“Jenn, listen-”

“You’re not being funny, Youngjae.” She starts to laugh in disbelief, running her hand through her hair as she walks to grab her bag from earlier.

“I just want you to listen to what I have to say, okay? Then you can call me stupid all you’d like.” He followed after her, fearing she was leaving, but watched as she started to unpack it.

"You’re saying you wanna break up?” She points at him, feeling tears gather in her eyes.

“No! I just meant a break. It sounds bad,” He approaches her, grabbing her wrists to stop her. She looks up at him, breathing heavily as anger works on consuming her. “Listen, I love you. And I know how you are. You love wholeheartedly, and I know you need that in return. And I know as much as I want to, I can only give you so much while I’m away.”

Her lips begin to wobble, finally letting the tears fall.

“I don’t want you to miss out on anything. I don’t want you to wait on me the entire time and deny yourself opportunities. “

“I don’t understand what you’re saying.” She whispers, falling forward to press her forehead against his chest.

“I’m gonna be gone for a long time, and I don’t want you to be lonely. I don’t want to hold you back from fostering something new.”

“I don’t want something new. I want you. You told me it was just us now!”

Youngjae cups her cheeks, angling her face towards him and looking her in the eyes. “And it is. It always will be. Shh, listen to me.”

Jenn closes her eyes, eyebrows furrowed as he wipes her tears.

“Look at me.”

She sobs, opening her eyes and seeing him through her blurry vision.

“I love you. And if there is still a place for me with you when I get back, I promise I will make up for all the time we lost. You’re the person for me, Jenn. If it’s something you want, then fuck it, we can get married when I’m back. I only meant for this to be a suggestion. Or you could tell me no, and we’ll leave it at that. I just thought it’d make it easier on us.”

She shakes her, wrapping her arms around his waist and hugging him tight. “In what world would I choose to be with someone else while you’re away?”

“I’m sorry, I wish I had never brought it up.” He cradles her head, kissing her temple and rubbing her back.

She had agreed with him silently, letting her tears leave a stain on his shirt. “You'd better spend the time we have left making that up to me.”

“I will, I promise. I’m so sorry.”

She let him go, him following suit. She wiped her tears with the back of her hand, sniffing as she turned away from him. “I’m gonna clean the glasses.”

“Let me help-”

She raises her hand to stop him. “No, I’ve got it. I just wanna be alone for a couple minutes.”

He looked at her, his eyes apologetic and sad. “Okay… I-I’ll be in the bedroom.” He kissed her cheek before brushing past her, leaving her all alone.

When she heard the door shut, she relaxed her shoulders and covered her face with her hands. She tried not to cry again, but she had a hard time believing he would suggest that. She took a few deep breaths before making her way to the table and downing the last bit of wine in her glass. She took the bottle and dishes to the sink, washing them gently and putting them in the cabinets where they belonged.

She stood over the sink, thinking over everything he said and remembering how adamant she was about staying together with him even when he was away. The talk was shorter than she had anticipated, knowing she was at fault for it. She was positive she wanted to spend the rest of her life with her best friend. Then she started considering the alternative, realizing there was some truth to what he was saying.

And now that she's okay being exposed to more sensitive topics, her sexual frustration is getting out of control. She’s researching more, reading more romance books, and even going out of her way to purchase sexy garments and lingerie.

Mira completely zoned out during the last 10 minutes of the movie, coming back to her senses when Wonwoo started stretching his arms when the credits rolled.

“Did you like it?” She asked, looking up at him while she stretched as well.

“It was something.” He let out a big sigh like he was too scared to talk about the contents of the film. “Did you?”

“Yeah, it was funny.” Her eyes wandered back to his laptop screen, hiding the blush on her cheeks. She took the blankets off of her, rolling over him to get off the bed. “I’m gonna go to the bathroom.”

“Okay.” He held onto her hand before she slipped through his fingertips, watching as she excused herself.

When she was done, she could see how worked up she got by looking in the mirror. She turned on the cold water, hoping it would calm down the flush on her skin.

She came out, seeing the laptop shut on his desk and Wonwoo with open arms. She really loved when he was clingy like this. She smiled, climbing onto the bed and laying on top of him. He wrapped his arms around her, squeezing her tight and kissing her head.

He strokes the back of her head while his attention points to the ceiling. She lifts her head to look up at him, admiring his features up close.

She blushes the second he makes eye contact with her. As much as she wants to, she can’t look away. He brings his palm to her cheek, rubbing his thumb against her skin. He can even feel the warm flush with his touch.

“Can I ask you something?” Her voice is shaky, using the back of her hands to prop her chin up.

“You can ask me anything at any time.” He nods while brushing a stray hair behind her ear.

“Have you been with other girls before me?”

He paused, trying not to show his confusion on his face. He had no idea where this was coming from but he saw no point in hiding anything from her. “Yes, Mira. I have.”

“What happened with them?”

He sighed, pursing his lips. “Well, we’ve either drifted apart or they’ve cheated on me.”

Her eyes widened. “Cheated on you?”

“It sounds more embarrassing out loud.”

“No, I didn’t mean it that way–“

“I mean embarrassing for me.”

“If anything, they should be embarrassed. I don’t know why or how anyone could possibly do that to you.” Mira pouted, feeling sad that someone would ever cheat on him.

“I really don’t know.” He rubs his thumbs against her temples, sighing. “Why are you asking?”

“I just wanted to know… in case you’re losing interest in me.”

He furrowed his brows, scoffing. “At the end of the day, I’m a simple man. I want to love someone who loves me right back. And I love you. I couldn’t lose interest in you, Mira.”

“Really? Even if I can't give you what you need?”

“I have everything I could possibly need. What more could I ask for?”

She looked away from him as she blushed. She pushed herself off his chest to straddle his lap, the faintest hint of a frown on her lips. He sat up, wrapping his arms around her waist.

“What’s wrong, Mira?”

Mira had no idea how to put what she wanted to say into words. Not without embarrassing herself or turning him off.

He grasps her chin, turning her attention to him. She stares deep into his eyes before her hands come up to his face. Mira swipes her thumb across his bottom lip, her eyes darting down. “I…”

He hums, keeping himself restrained as he waits for her to finish.

“I want to give you more…” She angles her head better, lips just barely brushing against his. “I didn’t think it was possible to want you in such ways but I do.”

Her lips hover before she closes the distance, hoping that her kisses can communicate what she can’t with her words.

He tightens his grip, grabbing her waist and pushing her down on his lap. She brushes her fingers into his hair, kissing him deeper as he slips his tongue into her mouth.

He pulls back, staring up at her lips. “Is this what you mean?”

She blushes, her hand shaking as she attempts to hold his gaze. “More…”

Wonwoo experiments, his hand reaching behind her and lifting her shirt just a few inches higher. His fingertips run along her spine, sending a chill through her body. “This?”

She nods, digging her fingers into his shoulders. “More.”

He groans, feeling himself harden in his pants. She can feel his icy fingers travel up her back, paying no mind to her bra straps. Wonwoo wraps his arm around her, using his other hand to flip her onto her back. He hovers over her, leaning down to kiss her as his leg separates her thighs.

He strokes her lip with his thumb, his attention diverting between her eyes and lips. He leans down to kiss her, cradling her head in his arms. She cups his cheeks, kissing him harder as he presses her into his bed.

He turns her face in the opposite direction before leaving kisses on her jaw down to her neck. “You smell amazing.”

She holds back as long as she can before a whimper escapes her lips, sending him into a spiral. His hands travel down to the hem of her shirt, slipping under to feel the warmth of her stomach. She closes her eyes, her own hands traveling under his shirt to feel the small of his back.

“Can I?” He whispers next to her ear, fingers lifting her shirt higher up her body.

She nods with a whimper, biting her lip as she looks down between them. He pushes her shirt high enough to reveal her bra, his breathing unsteady as he admires the sight.

“God, Mira.” He places a kiss at the center of her chest. “You’re even prettier than in my dreams.”

She squeezes her thighs together at his words. Wonwoo grips her sides, kissing his way down to her stomach. She tangles one hand through his hair, covering her mouth with the other as she watches him with heavy eyes. She tries to fight the urge to giggle when he kisses a sensitive spot on her belly. He can feel her muscles flex underneath his mouth, looking up at her with a smirk. “Is this okay?”

Mira nods, biting her lip and wanting to combust as they hold eye contact. He peppers kisses back up her body, on the tops of her breasts before dipping his face into her neck, inhaling her scent. He licked beneath her ear as her head fell back against the pillow, closing her eyes and feeling the warmth spread throughout her body.

Just as Wonwoo was about to slip his hands under her bra, they could hear the front door opening. She opened her eyes, her entire body tensing underneath him as his lips paused what they were doing to her neck.

They weren’t expecting Mingyu to be home. It was only supposed to be the two of them. Wonwoo quickly pushed himself off of her, gently pulling her shirt down like he had done the most shameful thing ever.

Her cheeks flushed so fast, feeling the hairs stand up on her body. She sat up straight, brushing her fingers through her hair as she readjusted her bra.

“What’s he doing here?” He groaned under his breath, opening his bedroom door and leaving to go check what was going on.

She put her palms against her cheeks, feeling how warm they were. It didn’t help that they also started to sweat. She wanted to smack herself for being so impulsive. She began to ponder whether this was God’s way of telling her to stay a virgin. But she couldn’t shake the certain feelings of attraction to him. She’s been losing sleep from it and she could only imagine how it was affecting Wonwoo.

She covered herself with his throw blanket, staring at random items in his room as she got her heartbeat to slow.

When he came back in, she smiled and made room for him on his bed.

“Their plans got canceled from the rain, so he’s back here.” He sat down near her legs, scratching the back of his neck. It wouldn’t be the first time Mingyu interrupted them and it certainly wouldn’t be the last.

“I’m sorry–“ They both blurted out at the same time, making them both giggle nervously.

“You don’t have to apologize. If anything, we should be mad at him.” He places his hand over her knee, squeezing it. She can’t ignore the bolt of electricity that shoots up her leg and straight to her center.

She nuzzles her cheek against his chest, smiling as she drapes her arm over his middle. “Tell me about your day.”

Wonwoo goes on to tell Mira about his day, from start to finish. Everything he ate and had to film, to the random cat he saw on the street. “And now I’m here with you.” He kisses her forehead, holding her tightly.

“You did well today.” She smiles, reaching up to grab his jaw and kiss his cheek. “You can rest your handsome little head now.”

She pats the top of his head, while he rests his  palm over her knee and giggles against her skin. She purrs, feeling a blush creep up her neck to her cheeks.

“Thank you for letting me stay on such short notice.”

“I missed you.” She grabs his hand off her knee, bringing it up to her lips and kissing it. “Go to sleep, bao.”

“Okayy.” He lays even flatter against the couch, hugging her to his chest. “Love you.”

She snorts, closing her eyes. “I love you too.”

Mira was able to get a couple more hours of sleep, awaking to the sun blazing through the curtains into the living room. She rubs her eyes, looking next to her and seeing Wonwoo, his hair a mess and one arm over his chest and behind his head. She smiles, trying not to disturb him as she gets up and goes to the bathroom. She brushes her teeth and washes her face before peeking into her bedroom and seeing Yoohyeon fast asleep.

She was gonna grab the book she was reading, but thought it was best not to disturb her member's beauty sleep. She tiptoed back out to the living room, being sure not to wake Wonwoo up when sitting back down.

She had opted for reading on her phone, afraid that the sound of actual pages turning would wake him up. Over the next fifteen minutes, Wonwoo starts to toss and turn, making small movements here and there.

Mira didn’t notice him opening his eyes, too immersed in the digital book she was reading. It wasn’t until he nuzzled his nose against her arm, draping his own across her abdomen. Something inside her fluttered as she reached down to brush her fingers through his tousled hair.

“Good morning, handsome.” She whispers, setting her phone down on the end table and turning towards him.

He groans, pulling the blanket over his head and cuddling closer to her.

“Sleepy?”

Wonwoo hums, resting his cheek flat against her stomach as he massages his fingers into her hip.

She lifts up the blanket, getting a good look at him. “Can you breathe under here?”

She’s not sure what expression is staring back at her, but the second they make eye contact, she feels like she’s been engulfed in flames. She blushes, reaching under the blanket to stroke his cheek. She thinks he looks almost pitiful, but she knows there’s something deeper than that.

He closes his eyes and his hand slips beneath the hem of her shirt, making contact with her warm skin and craving even more. His thumb traces over her belly button, lifting her shirt higher until he can finally press kisses to her bare skin.

“Wonwoo…” Her hand rests over his that’s exploring her body, watching every move he makes as her heart pounds in her ears. He turns his head to kiss her palm, looking up at her with dark eyes. “What’s wrong?”

He shakes his head, extending kisses all the way up her arm before sitting up and stopping at her shoulder.

“Did something happen?” Mira whispers, pressing her forehead to his.

“Just more dreams.” His tone is deep, still laced with tiredness as he pecks her collarbone. “Dreams of you.”

The hairs stand up on her body, realizing he probably had lustful dreams about her before he woke up. She had no idea how to process the information that was just handed to her.

“Wonwoo…” Mira sighs, cupping his cheek with her hand and kissing the corner of his mouth. He grabs the back of her head, kissing her deeply as his other palm wanders higher. His tongue gently slips past her lips, his body leaning in towards her. She feels something painfully stiff poking at her leg and her brain takes way too long to connect the dots and realize it’s his erection. “They’re gonna be waking up soon…”

“I’ll be good,” His sigh is rough as he drags his lips down to her jaw. “Just wanna feel you.”

Her cheeks flushed, her heart threatening to burst right out of her body. He leaves kisses on her chest as his hand slithers around her back and climbs up her spine. He’s met with the outline of her bra before slipping his hand underneath and exploring her bare skin further.

She shivers, wrapping her arms around his neck and slipping one hand through the cutout of his shirt. She feels the sharp planes of his back and all the firm muscles.

Wonwoo hooks his fingers over the neck of her top, carefully pulling her shirt down and revealing her bralette. He groans quietly, doing his best to kiss a path down the valley of her breasts with the clothing in the way. “You feel so good. Smell so nice.”

She lets her head fall back onto the cushion of the couch, her chest rising and falling, her head dizzy and full of just him. She claws her hand into his hair, arching her back off the couch.

“So perfect,” He presses his lips along the swells of her breasts, about to pull a cup down to reveal her nipples when they hear a door creak open.

The dorms have always had a way of making someone’s presence known, and the couple were thankful for the warning. Wonwoo raced to let go of her shirt, covering up her bralette and doing his best to make sure she wasn’t revealed. Mira had removed her hands off of him, scooting as far as she could from him on the couch. He helped cover the both of them with the blankets, situating himself so his erection was hidden.

Yoohyeon came into view from the hallway, her eyes squinting as she dragged her feet across the floor. “Good morning.”

She still looks very drowsy and they hope she’s not too awake to realize they were doing anything. Wonwoo raises his hand to wave at her, his cheek resting on Mira’s shoulder.

“D-Did you sleep well, Yoo?” Mira asked with a flush to her cheeks.

“Like a baby. You two couldn’t have slept well on that couch.” Yoohyeon pointed at the two, seeming to have no suspicions as she marched towards the kitchen.

“It wasn’t too bad.” He rubbed the back of his neck, looking to his girlfriend to check on her.

Once her member had disappeared, Mira covered her face with her palms, giggling in embarrassment. 

He frowned, dragging his hand down his face. “I’m sorry.”

Mira slouches back against the couch, letting out a sigh of relief. “You scared me.”

“I’m okay–” Both of their heads snap towards the screen when the female lead lets out a moan. Mira feels her cheeks heat up, pursing her lips.

“Uh, we filmed some test footage. Did you wanna see?” He tries to direct their attention elsewhere to downplay the manner of the movie scene.

“Oh, sure!” She perks up, watching as he takes his phone out of his pocket. She pays attention to the movie before he holds out his phone.

She smiles upon seeing him barefaced with his glasses on, and a beanie. “Awe.”

He chuckles nervously before pressing play on the video. She giggles at him taking a deep breath before they begin the sequence.

“You’re so–OH! Oh my gosh–“ She covers her mouth when people in the video start lunging for Wonwoo. She’s speechless while watching the rest of the video, her boyfriend throwing and dodging punches, even kicking the stunt people. When most of the guys are on the ground, her eyes widen as he stands in the video, panting. The footage ends with him fixing his beanie.

She looks at him, her mouth agape behind her palm. He gets flustered when looking into her eyes, throwing his head back on the sofa while snickering.

“Wow, that’s…” Mira shakes her head in disbelief. “Awesome. Can I see it again?”

“Of course.” He hands her his phone and she swipes to the beginning to watch it all over again. The first time, she focuses on the actors coming his way. Second, she watches Wonwoo’s face the entire time. Third, she watches his body movements. He is shy everytime she restarts the video, trying his hardest to focus on the movie and not her reactions.

She watches a fourth time, but scrolls through it frame by frame. Watching it in slow motion was not her brightest idea, because she takes every detail into account. She can’t deny that he looks incredibly sexy. He probably doesn’t even recognize what he’s doing, focusing on the routine he was taught at the academy. She sees his shirt lift up and she can’t help but rewind and scroll some more, wetting her lips at the sight of his abs. She’s at the end of the video, but she doesn’t remember anything from it because her mind is imagining him shirtless.

“Mira?” He knocks her out of her daydreaming.

Her cheeks heat up again, as well as her ears. She feels as if he completely read her mind and she was about to be caught. “Oh, yes?”

“Are you done? I mean you can watch as many times as you want but I’m getting embarrassed.” He smirks.

“Uhh, yes I am.” She hands his phone back to him, trying to get one more glimpse at him in the video. She watches him press the share button and sends it to her through texts. She really wishes he hadn’t done that. “It’s really good. I’m proud of you.”

He smiles, leaning over to give her a kiss on the cheek. She blushes and suddenly feels hot all over. He doesn’t pull away but instead stares at her lips. She watches his eyes drift, so she takes the opportunity to tilt her head and kiss his lips. He follows the way her lips move against him, cupping her cheek with his hand. Mira feels her phone ring in her pocket from the text he sent. She quickly pulls away, clearing her throat while brushing strands of her hair behind her ear.

She stumbles on her words, distancing herself from him. “I- do you want me to massage your shoulder?”

He snorts, leaning forward to give her more access. “Go crazy.”

She stretches her fingers before readjusting and pressing them into his shoulder. He shudders the second she applies pressure.

“Sorry,” She pouts, trying to be gentle with him.

“Don’t worry, you can’t hurt me.” He rubs her knee, turning his attention to the movie.

The hairs on her head stand up from that touch alone. She does her best to push away her lustful thoughts, watching the movie with him.

They get absorbed in the intimate scenes when Mira reaches one of his more sore muscles, causing him to suppress a moan. Regardless of his efforts, she still heard it loud and clear.

“Did I hurt you?” She takes her hands back, holding them to her chest.

“No, that felt good.”

“Oh, um…” She tries to reposition her hands back to where they were just a moment ago. She feels around his shoulder blades before he lets out another moan.

“Right there.” He sighs

She flattens her lips, willing her fingers to not start shaking now. “Like this?”

“Just like that.” He speaks low enough for her to hear. Her imagination starts to run wild as she continues to massage his shoulder. She envisions what it would be like to hear the same sounds coming from him but under different circumstances. Would he say the exact same words? She wants to hit herself for looking back on all the times he had been shirtless around her. Her pulse quickens at the thought of the steamy scene minutes ago and what it would be like for her and Wonwoo.

“Why’d you stop?” She snaps out of it again to see him looking at her. She doesn’t remember ever stopping.

“I…” Her fingers hover over his skin, looking down into his eyes. “Sorry, I don’t know–“ She trails off, entranced by his wet lips. They both feel the pull towards each other, leaning in until the front door flies open.

“I got ice cream!” Mingyu lifts the bags, pushing the door shut with his leg.

Mira throws her on the opposite side of the sofa like they were caught doing something they weren’t supposed to be doing. She hopes Mingyu didn’t notice anything except for the flush across her skin.

“Ice cream!” She stands to her feet, rushing over to grab a bag from Mingyu. “Do you want some ice cream, Wonwoo?”

“Uhh sure.” He stands, readjusting his sweats before stretching his back and limbs.

The three settle on the sofa, Wonwoo in between both of them. Mingyu has his own bowl of ice cream, while the couple share one. She’s hoping the ice cream can somehow melt away her uneasiness from their situation, but she finds herself more agitated sitting so close to her boyfriend.

“You didn’t eat much, do you want the rest?” He leans his temple against her shoulder, whispering into her ear.

“It’s okay, you can have it.” She whispers back, attempting a reassuring nod. She turns her attention to the movie, watching him out of the corner of her eye.

She can’t remember what’s all happened in their movie or even the title of it as she watches him finish the ice cream. Her first mistake was trusting herself enough to turn her head a little to see the cream on the corner of his lips. He wipes it away with his thumb before licking his finger clean. She feels her mouth go dry and a ringing in her ears.

She may have imagined him his eyes shifting to her, but it’s enough for her to shoot up and ask the two boys if they’re done with their ice cream.

“Can I take it?” She grabs both of the bowls from them, running away to the kitchen to collect herself and clean the dishes.

Her mind is running laps as she frantically rinses the dishes, drying them and placing them back in the cupboards. She dries her hands, taking her phone out of her pocket with shaky hands. She texts Sua to come and pick her up ASAP.

Before she can go back to watch the movie with them, she gives herself a pep talk while fixing her hair and clothing.

Wonwoo eyes her as she comes back in, splaying his arm out on the sofa to wrap around her. She forces a smile, bringing her knees to her chest.

He leans in, rubbing his hand back and forth on her shoulder. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, I just don’t feel too good so Sua is coming early.”

“We can go to my room and you can lay on the bed if you–“

Going to Wonwoo’s room and laying down on his bed.

“No. Really, I’m fine. It’s not a big deal.”

He scans her face, debating on whether he should feel her forehead for a fever. He nods, instead pressing a peck to her temple. It was very clear to him how tense and unnatural she was acting. He nods, not wanting to overwhelm her anymore.

After a while, her phone vibrates in her pocket, knowing that it’s Sua telling her she’s outside. The movie is almost over so she sticks it out, hoping her member won’t be too agitated with her for making her wait.

The second the screen fades to black, she stands up and smooths her pants down. “Thank you for having me over, I really enjoyed tonight.” She bows her head to Mingyu before heading to the front door.

“No problem…” Mingyu raises his eyebrow, watching as Wonwoo walks after her.

She struggles to get her shoes on, pushing her bag to her back.

“Mira,” He presses his palm against her back, causing her to flinch. “Is everything alright?”

“Everything’s fine, don’t worry.” She turns her head, pleading with her eyes for him to take a hint. She makes sure she has everything before pulling the door open.

“Let me walk you–“

“No! It’s fine, I’ll be okay.” She nods, giving him an unexpecting peck on the lips. “Love you. I’ll text you.”

She leaves him no room to argue, shutting the door and rushing to the elevators.

Wonwoo stands at the front door for a second before walking back to the living room. He’s thinking in his head when Mingyu brings him back to reality.

“Is it just me or was she acting really weird?” He points to the door, flattening his lips.

“You noticed?”

Mira quickly gets in the car and fastens her seatbelt. Sua looks her up and down, raising an eyebrow. “Is everything okay?”

“Yes, everything is fine.”

“Did something happen–“

“No, nothing happened. I’m just tired so can we please go home?” She presses her arm against the door, holding her head up. When the vehicle doesn’t start driving, she looks over to see the woman staring at her. “Now.”

“Yes ma’am. Sheesh.” She sits back, putting the car in reverse.

“I am despicable.” Mira mumbles under her breath.

April 29, 2024

She can’t help but bite her nails, hesitating on clicking the official music video. She was both anxious and excited to see the final product. She was also fearsome of what she would have to face once she finally watched Wonwoo’s fight scene. She thought it was shameful enough to be thirsting over him, but she didn’t want to come to terms with the fact that she craved to be intimate with him.

Mira pressed on the Maestro music video, listening to the song with her headphones on. She waited impatiently for his part, nearly squealing the second it did. Her jaw hung open, having to replay the scene over and over again.

She zoned out, feeling a warmth fill her center. He looked too sexy and she felt ashamed to be imagining such inappropriate things about him.

“Mira!” Yoohyeon reached back for Mira’s leg, shaking it from her seat.

The girl quickly took her headphones off her head, once again acting like she was caught watching something she was not supposed to. “Hmm?”

“Are you drooling?”