Mírate, en paz con la libertad que te mereces, amor mío... Camina lento, permite que la brisa del mar acaricie tu rostro y que los rayos del sol de verano encaminen tu felicidad.
synopsis: headcannons of hyun-ju helping you, her wife, give birth <3
warnings: no stupid squid games! baby is biologically both of yours <3
hyunju has been preparing for this moment since the day you both found out you were pregnant.
she’s read every book, attended every birthing class, and even practiced breathing techniques with you.
inside of her own head, she wished her military experience could've helped.
however, she was confident that everything was under control.
your wife's hands love gently resting on your belly as she whispers sweet reassurances to you and babygirl.
the woman's attentiveness is unmatched.
she’s memorized your birth plan, packed the hospital bag weeks in advance, and even made a playlist of soothing songs for the delivery room.
every detail matters to her because she knows this is your shared miracle.
the miracle she thought shed never have or experience.
in the early stages of labor, hyunju is a steady presence.
she’s by your side at home, rubbing your lower back as contractions start.
“you’re so strong, y/n,”
"breathe.."
"there is five minutes between every contraction. you're doing so good mama."
she murmurs everything.
hyun-jus voice is always soft but firm, grounding you.
she times each contraction with a stopwatch app on her phone, her brow furrowed in concentration.
when you wince, she’s quick to hold your hand, her thumb brushing over your knuckles.
“i’ve got you. just breathe with me, okay? in… and out…”
when it’s time to head to the hospital, hyunju is a whirlwind of calm efficiency.
she grabs the hospital bag, helps you into the car, and keeps one hand on your thigh during the drive, squeezing gently whenever you tense up.
“we’re almost there, my love,”
she says, her voice a warm spot in your mind.
she’s already called the hospital to let them know you’re coming, ensuring everything is ready.
due to past experiences with the hospital setting, hyun-ju is hyper-aware of how medical spaces can sometimes overlook people, so she’s prepared to advocate fiercely for both you and your baby.
at the hospital, hyunju transforms into your fiercest protector.
she’s polite but unwavering, making sure the nurses and doctors follow your birth plan to the letter.
when a nurse suggests something outside your preferences, hyunju steps in with a gentle but firm,
“excuse me, we discussed this in our plan. y/n wants to try natural pain management first and see how things do from there.”
hyunju's attentiveness to your needs is unwavering.
she notices every grimace, every shift in your posture, and she’s quick to ask,
“do you need more pillows? anything?”
as labor intensifies, hyunju stays glued to your side.
she holds your hand, letting you squeeze as hard as you need, even when her fingers go numb.
“you’re doing so well, y/n,”
she says, her eyes shining with pride and love.
she brushes damp hair from your forehead, her touch feather-light. when you’re too tired to speak, she reads your body language, offering sips of water or adjusting the room’s lighting to keep you comfortable.
hyunju’s own journey as a trans woman adds a layer of profound emotion to the experience.
she’s always dreamed of motherhood but never thought she’d see a child born from her love, carrying her biological traits.
in fact, she never believed that someone would love her enough to go through all of this with her.
however, you loved hyunju more than anything.
the way hyunju has been so caring and protective over you during your pregnancy only makes you want more childern with the strong woman.
as she watches you labor, she’s overwhelmed with gratitude.
“you’re giving me something i never thought i’d have,”
she whispers during a quiet moment, her voice thick with tears.
“this baby… she’s ours. she’s proof of us.”
when the pain peaks, hyunju becomes your cheerleader.
she kneels by the bed, her face close to yours, and says,
“you’re the strongest person i know, y/n. you’re bringing our daughter into the world. i’m so proud of you.”
she never lets go of your hand, her grip a steady reminder that she’s with you every step of the way.
hyunju’s attentiveness extends to the medical team.
she notices when a doctor seems rushed and gently but firmly asks for clarification.
“can you explain what that means for y/n and the baby?”
she asks, her tone calm but insistent.
she’s not just there for you emotionally.
she’s your advocate, ensuring your voice is heard even when you’re too exhausted to speak.
as you start pushing, hyunju’s emotions spill over.
she’s still holding your hand, but tears stream down her face as she watches you fight to bring your daughter into the world.
“you’re almost there, love,”
she says, her voice breaking as she holds one of your legs.
“i can’t believe how incredible you are.”
she’s in awe of you, her heart swelling with love and admiration.
she presses a kiss to your forehead, whispering,
“we’re so close to meeting her.”
when your daughter is born, the room fills with the sound of her first cry, and hyunju sobs openly.
she’s overwhelmed, her chest heaving as she looks at the tiny, perfect baby.
its her daughter, your daughter, the embodiment of your love.
“she’s here,”
hyunju chokes out, her voice raw with emotion.
“y/n, she’s here, and she’s beautiful.”
the doctor places the baby on your chest, and hyunju leans in, her hand trembling as she touches her daughter’s tiny fingers.
hyunju can’t stop staring at your daughter.
she sees her own features in the baby’s face.
the shape of her eyes, the curve of her nose.
it hits her like a strong wave.
“she’s got my eyes,”
she whispers, her voice filled with wonder.
“and your cheeks, y/n. look at her… she’s perfect.”
this moment is everything hyunju never dared to dream of, a tangible proof of her love with you, a love she once thought couldn’t create life.
as you rest, hyunju stays close, cradling your daughter when you’re too tired to hold her.
she sits beside you, the baby nestled in her arms, and she hums softly, a lullaby she’s practiced for months.
“i’m your mama,”
she whispers to the baby, her voice thick with emotion.
“and she's your mommy. you have is the bravest mommy in the world.”
she looks at you, her eyes shining.
hyunju’s attentiveness doesn’t stop after the birth.
she’s hyper-aware of your needs as you recover, fluffing your pillows, bringing you snacks, and making sure you’re comfortable.
when you’re ready to breastfeed, she’s there, adjusting the pillows to support you as she helps you with babygirl.
she’s in awe of your strength, and she tells you so constantly.
when the nurses come to check on you, hyunju is quick to ask questions.
“is y/n’s recovery on track? what can we do to help her heal?”
she’s not overbearing, but she’s diligent, ensuring you get the best care.
you make sure that the staff knows hyunju is the other mother, proudly introducing her as, "this is hyunju, my wife and our daughter’s other mama.”
the pride in your family is radiant.
hyunju’s love for your daughter is boundless.
she’s the first to change a diaper, her hands careful but confident as she murmurs to the whiney baby, “don’t worry, little one, mama’s got you.”
she’s meticulous, making sure everything is perfect for your baby.
when your daughter fusses, hyunju rocks her gently, singing softly until she quiets.
“she knows my voice already,”
she says to you, her smile wide and full of wonder.
as you both prepare to leave the hospital, hyunju takes charge, packing up your things and double-checking the car seat.
“we’re bringing our girl home,”
you says, your voice trembling with excitement.
she helps you into the car, her hand lingering on yours.
“you did something incredible, y/n. i’m so grateful for you.”
hyunju's eyes are wet again, but she’s smiling, her love for you and your daughter shining through.
at home, hyunju’s attentiveness heightens.
she sets up a cozy corner for you to rest, complete with blankets and your favorite snacks.
when your daughter cries in the middle of the night, hyunju is up in an instant, saying, “i’ll get her, love. you rest.”
hyunju brings the baby to you for feeding, sitting beside you and stroking your hair as you nurse.
hyunju loves pointing out the traits your daughter inherited from both of you.
“she’s got your stubborn streak,”
she teases when your daughter refuses a bottle, but her tone is full of affection.
“and your knack for drama,”
you add, laughing when the baby lets out a particularly loud wail.
every little trait feels like a miracle to her, a reminder that your love created this perfect little person.
one quiet evening, as you both watch your daughter sleep, hyunju turns to you, her eyes soft.
“i used to think i’d never know what it’s like to be a mother,”
she says, her voice barely above a whisper.
“but you… you gave me this. you made me a mama. i love you so much, y/n.”
she kisses you gently, her lips warm against yours.
you pulled away, smiling at her with the biggest twinkle in your eyes.
"you're the only person I'd ever carry this love with, hyunju."
hyunju’s advocacy never wavers for you.
at doctor’s appointments, she’s there, asking questions and taking notes.
“is the baby’s weight gain on track? what about y/n’s recovery?”
she’s not just attentive to your daughter, she’s attuned to you, making sure you’re supported as a new mother.
"hyunju, you don-"
“no, love.. you’re doing so much,”
she tells you.
“let me take care of you, too.”
as your daughter grows, hyunju remains the most loving, attentive mother.
she celebrates every milestone with you, from the first smile to the first giggle.
“look at her, y/n,”
she says, her voice full of awe as your daughter reaches for her.
hyunju’s tears come easily, but they’re always happy tears.
she cannot believe this testament to the life you’ve built together.
every night, hyunju holds you close, your daughter sleeping between you.
“this is everything,”
she whispers, her voice thick with emotion.
“you, her, us. i’ll spend my whole life loving you both.”
masterlist
authors note: BECAUSE SHE IS ALIVE AND I FUCKING SAID SO
synopsis: headcannons of hyun-ju helping you, her wife, give birth <3
warnings: no stupid squid games! baby is biologically both of yours <3
hyunju has been preparing for this moment since the day you both found out you were pregnant.
she’s read every book, attended every birthing class, and even practiced breathing techniques with you.
inside of her own head, she wished her military experience could've helped.
however, she was confident that everything was under control.
your wife's hands love gently resting on your belly as she whispers sweet reassurances to you and babygirl.
the woman's attentiveness is unmatched.
she’s memorized your birth plan, packed the hospital bag weeks in advance, and even made a playlist of soothing songs for the delivery room.
every detail matters to her because she knows this is your shared miracle.
the miracle she thought shed never have or experience.
in the early stages of labor, hyunju is a steady presence.
she’s by your side at home, rubbing your lower back as contractions start.
“you’re so strong, y/n,”
"breathe.."
"there is five minutes between every contraction. you're doing so good mama."
she murmurs everything.
hyun-jus voice is always soft but firm, grounding you.
she times each contraction with a stopwatch app on her phone, her brow furrowed in concentration.
when you wince, she’s quick to hold your hand, her thumb brushing over your knuckles.
“i’ve got you. just breathe with me, okay? in… and out…”
when it’s time to head to the hospital, hyunju is a whirlwind of calm efficiency.
she grabs the hospital bag, helps you into the car, and keeps one hand on your thigh during the drive, squeezing gently whenever you tense up.
“we’re almost there, my love,”
she says, her voice a warm spot in your mind.
she’s already called the hospital to let them know you’re coming, ensuring everything is ready.
due to past experiences with the hospital setting, hyun-ju is hyper-aware of how medical spaces can sometimes overlook people, so she’s prepared to advocate fiercely for both you and your baby.
at the hospital, hyunju transforms into your fiercest protector.
she’s polite but unwavering, making sure the nurses and doctors follow your birth plan to the letter.
when a nurse suggests something outside your preferences, hyunju steps in with a gentle but firm,
“excuse me, we discussed this in our plan. y/n wants to try natural pain management first and see how things do from there.”
hyunju's attentiveness to your needs is unwavering.
she notices every grimace, every shift in your posture, and she’s quick to ask,
“do you need more pillows? anything?”
as labor intensifies, hyunju stays glued to your side.
she holds your hand, letting you squeeze as hard as you need, even when her fingers go numb.
“you’re doing so well, y/n,”
she says, her eyes shining with pride and love.
she brushes damp hair from your forehead, her touch feather-light. when you’re too tired to speak, she reads your body language, offering sips of water or adjusting the room’s lighting to keep you comfortable.
hyunju’s own journey as a trans woman adds a layer of profound emotion to the experience.
she’s always dreamed of motherhood but never thought she’d see a child born from her love, carrying her biological traits.
in fact, she never believed that someone would love her enough to go through all of this with her.
however, you loved hyunju more than anything.
the way hyunju has been so caring and protective over you during your pregnancy only makes you want more childern with the strong woman.
as she watches you labor, she’s overwhelmed with gratitude.
“you’re giving me something i never thought i’d have,”
she whispers during a quiet moment, her voice thick with tears.
“this baby… she’s ours. she’s proof of us.”
when the pain peaks, hyunju becomes your cheerleader.
she kneels by the bed, her face close to yours, and says,
“you’re the strongest person i know, y/n. you’re bringing our daughter into the world. i’m so proud of you.”
she never lets go of your hand, her grip a steady reminder that she’s with you every step of the way.
hyunju’s attentiveness extends to the medical team.
she notices when a doctor seems rushed and gently but firmly asks for clarification.
“can you explain what that means for y/n and the baby?”
she asks, her tone calm but insistent.
she’s not just there for you emotionally.
she’s your advocate, ensuring your voice is heard even when you’re too exhausted to speak.
as you start pushing, hyunju’s emotions spill over.
she’s still holding your hand, but tears stream down her face as she watches you fight to bring your daughter into the world.
“you’re almost there, love,”
she says, her voice breaking as she holds one of your legs.
“i can’t believe how incredible you are.”
she’s in awe of you, her heart swelling with love and admiration.
she presses a kiss to your forehead, whispering,
“we’re so close to meeting her.”
when your daughter is born, the room fills with the sound of her first cry, and hyunju sobs openly.
she’s overwhelmed, her chest heaving as she looks at the tiny, perfect baby.
its her daughter, your daughter, the embodiment of your love.
“she’s here,”
hyunju chokes out, her voice raw with emotion.
“y/n, she’s here, and she’s beautiful.”
the doctor places the baby on your chest, and hyunju leans in, her hand trembling as she touches her daughter’s tiny fingers.
hyunju can’t stop staring at your daughter.
she sees her own features in the baby’s face.
the shape of her eyes, the curve of her nose.
it hits her like a strong wave.
“she’s got my eyes,”
she whispers, her voice filled with wonder.
“and your cheeks, y/n. look at her… she’s perfect.”
this moment is everything hyunju never dared to dream of, a tangible proof of her love with you, a love she once thought couldn’t create life.
as you rest, hyunju stays close, cradling your daughter when you’re too tired to hold her.
she sits beside you, the baby nestled in her arms, and she hums softly, a lullaby she’s practiced for months.
“i’m your mama,”
she whispers to the baby, her voice thick with emotion.
“and she's your mommy. you have is the bravest mommy in the world.”
she looks at you, her eyes shining.
hyunju’s attentiveness doesn’t stop after the birth.
she’s hyper-aware of your needs as you recover, fluffing your pillows, bringing you snacks, and making sure you’re comfortable.
when you’re ready to breastfeed, she’s there, adjusting the pillows to support you as she helps you with babygirl.
she’s in awe of your strength, and she tells you so constantly.
when the nurses come to check on you, hyunju is quick to ask questions.
“is y/n’s recovery on track? what can we do to help her heal?”
she’s not overbearing, but she’s diligent, ensuring you get the best care.
you make sure that the staff knows hyunju is the other mother, proudly introducing her as, "this is hyunju, my wife and our daughter’s other mama.”
the pride in your family is radiant.
hyunju’s love for your daughter is boundless.
she’s the first to change a diaper, her hands careful but confident as she murmurs to the whiney baby, “don’t worry, little one, mama’s got you.”
she’s meticulous, making sure everything is perfect for your baby.
when your daughter fusses, hyunju rocks her gently, singing softly until she quiets.
“she knows my voice already,”
she says to you, her smile wide and full of wonder.
as you both prepare to leave the hospital, hyunju takes charge, packing up your things and double-checking the car seat.
“we’re bringing our girl home,”
you says, your voice trembling with excitement.
she helps you into the car, her hand lingering on yours.
“you did something incredible, y/n. i’m so grateful for you.”
hyunju's eyes are wet again, but she’s smiling, her love for you and your daughter shining through.
at home, hyunju’s attentiveness heightens.
she sets up a cozy corner for you to rest, complete with blankets and your favorite snacks.
when your daughter cries in the middle of the night, hyunju is up in an instant, saying, “i’ll get her, love. you rest.”
hyunju brings the baby to you for feeding, sitting beside you and stroking your hair as you nurse.
hyunju loves pointing out the traits your daughter inherited from both of you.
“she’s got your stubborn streak,”
she teases when your daughter refuses a bottle, but her tone is full of affection.
“and your knack for drama,”
you add, laughing when the baby lets out a particularly loud wail.
every little trait feels like a miracle to her, a reminder that your love created this perfect little person.
one quiet evening, as you both watch your daughter sleep, hyunju turns to you, her eyes soft.
“i used to think i’d never know what it’s like to be a mother,”
she says, her voice barely above a whisper.
“but you… you gave me this. you made me a mama. i love you so much, y/n.”
she kisses you gently, her lips warm against yours.
you pulled away, smiling at her with the biggest twinkle in your eyes.
"you're the only person I'd ever carry this love with, hyunju."
hyunju’s advocacy never wavers for you.
at doctor’s appointments, she’s there, asking questions and taking notes.
“is the baby’s weight gain on track? what about y/n’s recovery?”
she’s not just attentive to your daughter, she’s attuned to you, making sure you’re supported as a new mother.
"hyunju, you don-"
“no, love.. you’re doing so much,”
she tells you.
“let me take care of you, too.”
as your daughter grows, hyunju remains the most loving, attentive mother.
she celebrates every milestone with you, from the first smile to the first giggle.
“look at her, y/n,”
she says, her voice full of awe as your daughter reaches for her.
hyunju’s tears come easily, but they’re always happy tears.
she cannot believe this testament to the life you’ve built together.
every night, hyunju holds you close, your daughter sleeping between you.
“this is everything,”
she whispers, her voice thick with emotion.
“you, her, us. i’ll spend my whole life loving you both.”
masterlist
authors note: BECAUSE SHE IS ALIVE AND I FUCKING SAID SO
synopsis: hyunju wants to ruin her friendship with you
warnings: bffs to lovers! based off of 'jenny' by studio killers!
this is a request from my girlypop @dyingofcookies! I'm sorry this took forever. I realized that writing fics with songs are not so easy lol
all of the neon lights from the city centre of seoul flicker outside your window, casting a great amount of colors across your tiny apartment.
you’re sprawled on the couch, phone in hand, scrolling through old photos of you and hyunju.
hyunju, your best friend.
your everything.
she is the ache in your chest that grows heavier with every picture. one example is a photo of her laughing at a street food stall, her hair catching the sunlight at han river, her shy smile when you caught her off-guard.
you’ve been in love with her for years, but you’ve never said it.
how could you?
she’s your best friend, and the fear of ruining what you have keeps your lips sealed.
ever since her transition, you've been nervous about her stance on relationships.
hyunju’s been different lately, though.
the woman's texts are shorter, her glances linger longer, and sometimes you catch her staring when she thinks you’re not looking.
it’s confusing, exhilarating, terrifying.
you want to believe she feels the same, but what if you’re wrong?
what if you confess and lose her forever?
your phone buzzes.
hyunju:
meet me at the noraebang tonight?
8pm?
your heart skips.
you type a quick sure then toss your phone aside, already spiraling.
noraebang means singing, laughing, maybe drinking soju until you’re both giggling messes.
it also means being close, sharing a mic, her voice soft and teasing in your ear.
you’re not sure you can handle it tonight, not with this ache threatening to spill over.
jenny, darling, you’re my best friendbut there’s a few things that you don’t knowof why i borrow your lipstick so ofteni’m using your shirt as a pillowcase
you arrive at the noraebang a little early, nerves going through your body like static. the place is tucked in a narrow alley, its sign glowing pink and blue.
inside, it’s all dim lights and plush booths, the faint smell of soju and floral perfume lingering in the air.
you pick a private room, the kind you and hyunju always get, and wait.
your fingers fidget with the songbook, flipping through pages without really seeing them.
when hyunju walks in, your breath catches.
she’s wearing a black maxi skirt and a loose sweater that slips off one shoulder, her dark hair tumbling in waves. she’s always been beautiful, but tonight there’s something different...her eyes are brighter, her smile a little shaky.
“hey,” she says, sliding into the booth across from you.
hyunju's voice is soft, almost hesitant.
“hey,” you manage, your throat tight, “ready to lose at singing again?”
she laughs, and it’s like music already.
“you wish,” she teases, grabbing the remote to queue up a song.
your best friend's fingers brush yours when she hands you the mic, and you swear your heart stops for a second.
you start with safe songs. for example, pop hits you both know by heart, belting out lyrics and laughing when one of you goes off-key.
as the night goes on, the mood shifts.
maybe it’s the soju, maybe it’s the way her knee keeps bumping yours under the table, but the air feels heavier, charged.
she picks a slower song, one you don’t recognize at first, and her voice trembles as she sings. y
ou watch her, mesmerized, as the lyrics spill out about longing and unspoken love.
i wanna ruin our friendshipwe should be lovers insteadi don’t know how to say this‘cause you’re really my dearest friend
the song ends, and the silence is deafening.
hyunju’s staring at the screen, her grip tight on the mic.
you want to say something, anything, but your words are stuck. she turns to quickly, her eyes searching yours.
“y/n,” she says, barely above a whisper, “can we… talk?”
your stomach flips.
“yeah. of course.”
she sets the mic down, her hands twisting in her lap.
“i’ve been thinking a lot lately. about us.” she pauses, biting her lip.
“we’ve been friends forever, right? and i love that. i love you. but…” hyunju's voice cracks, and she looks away.
"it’s more than that for me. it’s been more for a long time.”
your heart is pounding so loud you’re sure she can hear it.
you’ve dreamed of this moment, but now that it’s here, you’re frozen.
“hyunju…” you start, but she cuts you off.
“i’m scared,” she admits, her voice raw.
“i’m scared of losing you. but i can’t keep pretending i don’t want more. i borrow your stuff, i wear your shirts to sleep, i… i think about you all the time. and it’s killing me, not telling you.”
you’re dizzy, her words sinking in like rain on parched ground.
she feels it too.
the yearning, the ache, the need to be closer.
you reach for her hand, your fingers trembling as they lace with hers.
“hyunju,” you say again, softer this time, “i’ve been in love with you for years.”
hyunju's eyes widen, a mix of shock and relief flashing across her face.
“you… what?”
“i love you,” you repeat, the words spilling out like they’ve been waiting forever.
“i didn’t say anything because i was scared too but i want this. i want us.”
for a moment, she just stares, like she’s trying to process it.
after she laughs, a shaky, teary sound, and pulls you into a hug.
your woman's arms are warm, her scent familiar and intoxicating.
“oh my goodness,” she murmurs against your shoulder, “we’re such idiots.”
you laugh too, the tension breaking like a dam.
“the worst,” you agree, holding her tighter.
jenny, take my hand‘cause we are more than friendsi will follow you until the endjenny, take my handi cannot pretendwhy i never like your new boyfriends
you pull back just enough to look at her, your hands still tangled together. her eyes are glistening, but she’s smiling, and it’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen.
“so… what now?” you ask, your voice barely steady.
she brushes a strand of hair from your face, her touch gentle but sweet.
“now,” she says, “we stop pretending.”
before you can respond, she leans in, her lips brushing yours.
it’s soft at first, tentative, like she’s testing the waters.
when you kiss her back, it’s like a spark igniting.
the kiss deepens, years of longing pouring into it, and you feel like you’re floating. hyunju's hands cup your face, your fingers find her waist, and the world outside the noraebang fades away.
when you finally pull apart, you’re both breathless, foreheads pressed together.
“i’ve wanted to do that forever,” she whispers, her voice shaky but happy.
“me too,” you admit, your heart racing, “god, me too.”
as you look at hyunju's beautiful face... a memory pops into your mind.
over two years ago, you remember when hyunju never hid her disdain for your ex-boyfriend, minjun.
every time he was around, her usual warmth would vanish, replaced by a tight-lipped scowl and clipped responses. she’d make excuses to leave, claiming she had plans or felt unwell, anything to avoid being in the same room as him.
you noticed the tension but chalked it up to her protective nature, not realizing it ran deeper...her hatred stemmed from seeing how he dimmed your light, how his careless words and wandering eyes made you shrink.
he had you, and she didn't.
she’d bite her tongue, but her eyes betrayed her, burning with a mix of jealousy and frustration, wishing she could tell you how much better you deserved, how she could be that for you.
when minjun left the country, you found out he’d been cheating, screenshots of his messages to someone else lighting up your phone while he was halfway across the world.
the breakup was swift, a mix of anger and relief washing over you as you cut him off.
hyunju was there the night you cried, her arms around you, her voice soft but fierce as she whispered, “you’re worth so much more than him.”
it was the first time she let her guard slip, her touch lingering too long, her eyes searching yours with a hope she couldn’t voice. she realized then, with your heart newly broken and her own pounding, that she had a chance, a real chance, to be more than your best friend.
you didn’t know it then, but hyunju’s feelings had been screaming beneath her silence all along.
if you’d known how she felt...how her heart ached every time minjun pulled you away, how she dreamed of being the one to make you smile...you would’ve left him in a heartbeat.
the thought of her loving you, not just as a friend but as something more, would’ve been enough to rewrite your story. unfortunately, hyunju held back, terrified of losing you, her fear outweighing her longing until that night when the truth about minjun set you free.
now, she has you.
the rest of the night is a blur of laughter, stolen kisses, and songs you barely pay attention to.
you’re too caught up in her and in the way her hand fits perfectly in yours, the way her smile lights up the room, the way she feels like home.
you sing the chorus of “jenny” together, giggling at how perfectly it fits your life with her.
when she pulls you close to dance to a cheesy ballad, you don’t care how ridiculous you look.
oh, come on, darlingi’ve been waitingi know you wanna be more than friendsoh, come on, honeyi’m not playingand i think you’re kinda sweet
weeks pass, and everything feels new.
you and hyunju are still best friends, but now there’s more.
now there is holding hands in public, late-night talks that end in kisses, and quiet moments where you just exist together.
it’s not perfect since there are still fears and still moments of doubt.
hyunju’s transition hasn’t always been easy, and sometimes she worries she’s not enough, that you deserve someone “simpler.”
you shut that down every time, reminding her that she’s everything you want, everything you’ve always wanted.
one night, you’re at her place, curled up on her couch under a blanket.
you're wearing one of her hoodies, the sleeves too long, and hyunju can’t stop staring at how cute you look.
“what?” you ask, catching her gaze.
“nothing,” she says, but her smile gives her away, “just… i love you.”
you smile, and you duck her head, but she sees the smile you're trying to hide.
“i love you too,” you murmur, leaning over to kiss her.
it’s soft and slow.
you pull back, resting your forehead against hers.
“no more hiding, okay?” you say, “just us, from now on.”
“just us,” she agrees, her voice steady this time.
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