Let's Get Along, Us
IZONE Kang Hyewon x Male Reader
Words: 5.5k+
“I’m home!” You cheered upon entering your apartment, sliding your shoes off by the doorway. The place was quiet, like always. But it’s home, it felt like it and that’s all you needed to feel.
The living room lights were already dimmed, just the way Hyewon liked them. A small folded blanket sat neatly on the corner of the couch. The air smelled faintly of vanilla, the scented candle on the coffee table. There was cup beside it, half-filled with water that had gone untouched since you left this morning.
The bedroom door was slightly open, the sound of her phone echoing as she scrolled through those TikTok videos. “Hey,” you called her.
No response. No reaction. Her eyes not even leaving the screen. “I’m home, no ‘welcome home baby’?” You teased her, you always did just to get a reaction from, but she never even flinch. You’re used to her being like this.
“I bought chicken. Mmm, it smells good!” you brought up the box of chicken to show her, teasingly sniffing them. Her eyes finally flicked off that phone, looking at yours. You couldn’t help but scoff, food’s the only thing that could pull her attention.
“Get off that phone and let’s eat baby. Or you want me to finish all these delicious wings myself?” you said, making your way towards the kitchen with a teasing smile.
You set the chicken down on the table, opened the box and grabbed two cans of soda from the fridge. You set down two cups of leftover rice from this morning along with some side dishes on small containers, then slightly pulled the chair for her before taking your own seat.
For a while, you waited for Hyewon to join, but she didn’t. A soft sigh escaped you as you grabbed a chicken from the box. The first bite was good. Crispy, sweet, a little spicy. You chewed slower, giving her time.
After a few minutes, you finally heard the soft shuffles of slippers against the floor. She walked into the kitchen without a word, still clutching her phone, and sat down across from you. “I thought I was gonna finish the whole box by myself,” you said with a soft smile.
She didn’t reply, just picked up a drumette and took a bite. Her eyes never leaving the screen.
“This one’s really good right? The honey garlic one? I made sure to get extra since you love it.”
She nodded, just a small “Mhm” and that’s just it. Still, you watched Hyewon as she ate. She liked it, you could tell the way she leaned back slightly, letting out the tiniest pleased sigh. You’d heard that sound enough times to know what it meant. “You always eat like you didn’t just ignore me the whole day.” you joked gently, wiping your fingers on a napkin.
She looked at you for a half second. Just half, then back to her phone.
“You should talk to me more baby.” You said, quieter this time. Not expecting much. But her only response was reaching for another piece of chicken.
“Oh, tomorrow’s your thing with Yena and Kkura right? What time are you guys going again?”
Again, no response from her. She just kept chewing her food like no one was talking to her. Your head tilted down, but reached to her again. “Just tell me tomorrow when you’re going, I’ll drive you there.”
The rest of the time was quiet, no small talk, just the sound of both of you eating. Then suddenly, she stood up from her seat, washed her hands on the sink before going back to the bedroom. You looked at the box and saw one piece of chicken left and smiled to yourself. “You’re so bad at telling me you love me,” you muttered.
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The bedroom was dim, lit only by the soft glow from the bedside lamp, air smelled of the fresh scent of body wash from your shower. Your girlfriend lay under the cream-colored silk sheets, back turned to you, her hair still slightly damp, spilling onto the soft pillow. The sheets clung softly to her figure, rising and falling with each slow breath.
You snuggled under the sheet, turning to your side facing her. Her breath sounded clearer now, tiny, cute, it made you smile. You shifted closer, your hand finding its way to her waist. She didn’t move, didn’t react.
So you leaned in, pressing your face against her hair, breathing in the lavender scent still faintly there from her shampoo. You gently brushed the strands aside, revealing her shoulder. Then you pressed your lips against her skin. Just one soft kiss, then another. She didn’t pull away.
“You awake?” you whispered, your warm breath brushing her neck. But again, no response but a breath, heavier now just to let you know she’s awake. So you cuddled closer, pressing your hardening bulge against the soft curve of her ass through the fabric of your clothes.
Your hand slid higher, tracing the smooth warmth of her skin under her pajama shirt. Hyewon arched at your touch, hips pushing back into you with the subtlest motion. A small whimper escaped her lips as you cupped her breast, fingers circling the firm nub already hardening beneath your touch.
You pressed your lips on her shoulder again, murmuring her name as your brushed across her stomach, trailing down to the waistband of her pajama shorts. The fabric was soft, but not as soft as the warmth you felt beneath.
Her thighs parted slightly, allowing you to find her heat that’s already damp, already aching. Another small whimper, heavy breaths as you rubbed slow, gentle circles on her folds, letting your fingers ease her open. Her hips moved in rhythm with your touch, slow and steady. But still, she didn’t speak. She never did at moments like this. But you know she loved it.
You felt her body twitch with a gasp as one finger teased her entrance, then slowly pushing in. Then slowly, her body shifted. She turned towards you, not all at once, just enough to face you. Her eyes met yours in the low light, dark and unreadable. She reached out touching your cheek for a moment, then let her hand trail down your chest instead, fingers slipping beneath your waistband as your own continued to tease her from the inside. And then her hand met your length, fingers wrapping around it as she pulled you out of your boxers. You tugged her shorts down to her ankles, then helping herself, kicked them off with ease.
When her legs wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer, you didn’t hesitate either. Your lips pressed to her collarbone, her shoulder, just anywhere she allowed, your body pressing over hers as you slowly pushed inside. She let out a low, breathy moan against your ear, her hands gripping your arms, eyes fluttering shut.
“Fuck Hyewon,” you moaned, moving in a slow rhythm, savoring each second, every sound she made. Her fingers traced your back, body clinging to yours in her quiet and desperate need. But still, she didn’t say much. But you could feel the desires crawling through her, spilling out every movement.
You buried your face in her neck as your pace quickened, feeling her walls clenching around your cock tighter with every thrust. Then there it was, her whimpers deepened into quiet moans. Her pulse racing under your lips as you nibbled her skin. Nails digging the flesh of your back as her legs locked tighter around you. You know damn well she’s close when she starts acting like this.
Her moans grew shakier now, breath hitching with every thrust you make, every grind of your hips against hers. You groaned as her walls pulsed around you. Legs tensed, fingers clutched harder at your back. Her breath caught, then you feel it. You felt her wetness coat your cock, spilling the most precious nectar there is.
Her body arched into yours as she let out a soft cry, muffled against your neck. Her thighs trembled around your waist, walls clenching tight and wet around your cock. You held her close, slowing your rhythm but not stopping, letting her ride out her high. The way she came, intense but quiet, always made your heart race. Always made you fell harder.
It wasn’t long until you felt your own release getting close. Your thrusts sped up, getting deeper, harder. You moaned her name before pushing one deep thrust into her, spilling your hot load. Your body trembled with ecstasy, skin to skin against her as you emptied yourself inside.
For a moment, the room went still. Just your heavy breathing, along with the distant hum of the AC. Warm but sweat-slick of your skins pressed together.
Hyewon gently pushed your chest, just enough to get you off her, then turned her back to you like you didn’t just fuck her. No words, no glance, just the same silence.
You stared at her back for a second, letting out a small breath before inching closer again, wrapping an arm around her waist from behind. She didn’t react, but didn’t pull away either. Your eyes closed, pressing your forehead against her hair before whispering, “Goodnight baby,”.
The only reply was the steady rhythm of her breathing. Yet you held her, like always.
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You were already dressed by the time she stepped out of the bedroom. Light denim shirt and jeans, with your black crossbody bag slung over your shoulder with your wallet and some essentials inside. You made toast just in case Hyewon was hungry. Though she usually just walk past the kitchen without even a glance most mornings.
A smile tugged at your lips when you saw her. She was wearing an almost matching outfit to yours, a similar light denim shirt and a gray sweatpants. Hair loosely tied at the nape of her neck, then she wore a necklace you haven’t seen in a while.
“We kinda matched today. Coincidence? I think not.” You cracked as you walked toward her, gently brushing something off her hair. Not even the smallest reaction, just her eyes glancing sideways, not quite at you, yet not avoiding either. “You hungry? We can eat before we leave.” you said, not insisting her to, but more of just an offer.
Again, no reply. She simply just walked past the kitchen, straight to the door, slipping on her shoes. “Not hungry then.” You said with a soft smile, grabbing your keys and following her.
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“So are you guys gonna watch a movie?” You tried having small talks to her along the ride, asking simple questions just to hear her voice for the day. “Hmm, or are you window shopping?” You still tried even if she doesn’t answer any of your questions. Her eyes still stuck at her phone, texting her friends as if no one’s talking to her right now.
You stopped at the red light, just as your efforts to get her to talk. Now, there was only silence between you two, just the muffled sound of the traffic outside.
With that silence, you heard a small chuckle from beside. You glanced to your side, seeing her cute little smile as she reads her friend’s texts. It was some of the rarest sights from her, or at least for you. Though you already caught her smiling before, but it always felt like a first time whenever you see her do, and it never failed to make you smile too. You didn’t say anything, you didn’t want to ruin this moment for her, so you just let her be.
The mall came into view, and soon enough you pulled up by the curb. Yena and Sakura were already there, waving when they spotted your car.
Before she could move, you unbuckled your seatbelt and stepped out, circled around her side to open the door for her, though she never asks you to, you do it anyways. But before you could even touch the handle, you heard the click of the door opening. She pushed it open herself and stepped out without even looking at you, adjusting her bag on her shoulder. You paused for a second, your hand still half-raised.
“Hyewon!” Yena’s voice rang out, bright and full of energy, pulling her into a hug. Sakura followed close, both girls lighting up the second they saw her. She returned their affection easily, and you just stood there for a moment, watching her transform into someone warmer, lighter. The version of her you never quite got to keep for yourself.
Their eyes flicked to you briefly, and you offered a small smile, a nod. A placeholder for hello. “Just text me later, I’ll drive you home,” you said gently, knowing she’d heard even if she didn’t respond. “Don’t worry, we’ll take care of her for you!” Yena laughed, giving your arm a friendly tap.
They pulled her away, their chatter fading into the crowd. Hyewon didn’t look back. She never did. “I love you, baby! Have fun you guys!” you called out anyway, louder this time, like tossing words into the wind.
You slipped back into the driver’s seat, the faint scent of her perfume still clinging to the fabric. For a second, you just sat there, staring at the mall entrance where she disappeared with her friends. The spot beside you looked emptier than it should. You gripped the wheel, resting your forehead against it for just a moment before pulling away from the curb, on your way to your office.
The drive was quiet. No small talk to fill the gaps, no soft sighs or half-smiles to catch. Just you, the blur of passing cars, and the empty road stretching out ahead. You reached for the radio, flicked it on, then off again almost immediately. Nothing could cover up the quiet she left behind.
Still, you told yourself she’d text later. She always did. Just short things, one-liners, but it was enough to remind you she cared in her own way. Enough to keep you holding on.
The stoplight turned orange before you could even reach the crosswalk. Though you’re not really in a rush, it would’ve been better to clock in earlier at least. Just after a wave of pedestrians crossed, you froze at the sight of these couple crossing the road sweetly. How the girl’s arm wrapped around her man’s. How she seemed so loving of him. How happy they seemed. Your gaze followed the two lovebirds, as they go by the sidewalk.
You love Hyewon a lot, even with all the hurtful things, you just kept holding on. But there’s still something in you that you desired with her. How you got jealous of the random couple crossing the road. You wanted that too. Crossing the street with your girl, with her arms wrapped around yours. It’s a stupid simple thing if you think about it, but it screams a lot more than that. Doing those stupid little, but sweet things like a normal couple would, what you’d do to have that with Hyewon.
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The cafe was loud enough to drown out the world outside, but quiet enough for secrets to slip between mugs of coffee and clinking spoons. Hyewon sat slouched in her chair, stirring at a latte she barely touched, while Yena and Sakura leaned across the table with that look on their faces.
“So…” Yena started, her voice playful but sharp. “How’s lover boy?”
Hyewon didn’t look up from her cup. “He’s fine.”
“Fine?” Sakura raised a brow. “That’s it? You live together, Hyewon. You’ve been with him for… what, almost a year? Don’t you, I don’t know… love him?”
That made Hyewon glance up, eyes steady, a little offended. “Of course I do. A lot.” The words came out flat, but firm.
Yena huffed, unimpressed. “Then maybe tell your face that sometime. Or your mouth. Poor guy tries so hard with you and do… whatever you call that—”. She just sighed at the thought of it, “Why are you even like that to him if you love him? I noticed you barely even looked at him earlier.”
Hyewon’s lips pressed into a thin line, but she didn’t argue.
Sakura softened. “You don’t have to suddenly turn into some cheesy romcom lead, but… he probably needs something more, you know? Little things. A thank you. Holding his hand. Even just saying goodnight.”
Hyewon leaned back, arms crossed, her cheeks heating slightly. “...I mean we do have sex,” her head tilting lower, almost ashamed as she said lightly “…but we’ve never kissed.”
Both friends froze. “What?!” they said in unison. “The fuck you mean you have sex but never kissed? How can you even… I don’t know what to do with you.” Yena exclaimed, frustratingly.
Hyewon shrugged, eyes darting away. “I just… don’t let him. He tries sometimes, but… I don’t know. It feels… too much. Too close.” She twirled the spoon between her fingers, voice quieter now. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t love him.”
Yena groaned, covering her face with both hands. “You’re killing that boy.”
Sakura reached over, patting Hyewon’s arm gently. “Maybe you don’t have to start with kissing. Just… let him feel you care in some way that he can actually notice.”
Hyewon didn’t reply right away. Just stared into her cup, the steam rising like the words she couldn’t quite form. “…He does kiss me when we have sex. Just not on my lips.”
“That’s already a good start. But you have to be more than just… that.” Sakura comforted her.
Yena clicked her tongue, leaning back with her arms crossed. “So he gets everything except the one thing that actually means something. No wonder he looks like a kicked puppy half the time.”
Hyewon shot her a glare, but it lacked its usual bite. “It’s not like that.”
“Then what’s it like?” Yena pressed. “’Cause from out here, it looks like he’s in love with you and you’re just… tolerating him.”
Hyewon’s fingers stilled against her cup. “…I’m not just tolerating him,” she muttered.
Sakura leaned in, softer again. “No one’s saying you don’t care, Hyewon. We know you do. But if you never show it, how is he supposed to believe it?”
Hyewon stayed quiet, chewing on her lip.
Yena sighed dramatically, throwing her hands up. “God, I just… I can’t with you, you’re hopeless. Fine, just baby steps. Next time he tries to hold your hand, don’t shove it in your pocket. Let him. Or maybe, crazy thought, hold his back.”
Sakura smiled at the suggestion. “Yeah. Something small. Something he won’t expect. He’ll probably light up like a kid on Christmas.”
“Just thinking about it makes my heart flutter!” Yena screeched, dramatically smacking Sakura’s arm.
Hyewon looked away, pretending to be focused on the window. Her cheeks betrayed her, pink against the café light, fighting the smile tugging at her lips. “…I’ll think about it.”
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You hummed through the music from the radio along with the raindrops hitting the roof of the car. Your finger tapping the wheel lightly, matching the beat, head turning here and there, waiting for Hyewon to come out. An umbrella already prepared right on your lap as the rain continued falling.
“Oh, there they are.” you got up the moment you caught a glimpse of the three girls coming out of the mall exit. You jogged up to her, flipping the umbrella open over her head. “Let’s go.”
She didn’t say anything, just stepped into your cover. Her hair brushed your cheek as she ducked close, and for a fleeting second, the world shrank to just you, her, and the drum of rain.
Behind you, Yena’s voice pierced the moment. “Hey! You two should practice kissing already, you don’t look like a real couple! Rain’s the perfect mood for it!”
“Yena!” Sakura hissed, smacking her arm, but she was laughing too. You shook your head with a half-smile, guiding Hyewon carefully through the puddles to the car. She slipped inside without a word, but not before you saw the faintest flush on her cheeks.
When you turned back, Yena and Sakura were still lingering under the awning, grinning like conspirators. You jogged back, tilting the umbrella over them. “Come on, I’ll give you a ride too. I heard it’s gonna be pouring for the whole night.”
Yena waved you off, shaking her head. “Oh, my boyfriend’s gonna be here too.” You turned to Sakura, awaiting for her answer. “I’ll be with Yena, I live close by anyway.”
“Well, take care then!” You had just started back toward the car when Sakura called out. “Hey!”
“She loves you,” Sakura said, smiling softly despite the rain misting her hair. Yena nodded beside her, smirk tugging at her lips. “Don’t forget that, okay?”
For a second, you couldn’t breathe. You just gave a small nod, tightening your grip on the umbrella, and headed back to the car where Hyewon waited. The two girls waved as you drive away.
“So… your boyfriend’s really gonna pick you up right?” Sakura asked, unsure with what Yena had said earlier.
Yena giggled, avoiding Sakura’s eyes. “You know he’s still in his business trip right?”
“I knew it.” Sakura let out a sigh, shaking her head.
“He wouldn’t have left us here if I didn’t say that.” she muttered defensively. Sakura crossed her arms, lips pressing thin. “…I guess I’ll just have to agree with that. They really do need to figure themselves out.”
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The ride home was quiet, only the sound of rain sliding across the windshield. Hyewon hadn’t said a word since you left the mall, her phone abandoned in her lap as she stared out the window. You didn’t press it.
Back at the apartment, you reheated some leftover soup and rice, setting the table for two. Hyewon joined eventually, her hair damp from the quick shower she took, wearing one of your oversized shirts.
For a while, the only sounds were the clink of spoons and the steady tick of the kitchen clock.
You cleared your throat. “So… ‘practice kissing’ huh?” you chuckled nervously. “What was that about?”
Hyewon’s spoon froze mid-air. Her eyes flicked up, sharp, then back down to her bowl.
“Come to think of it, we haven’t… actually kissed… right?” You continued, not realizing the shame it puts to Hyewon. “Do you think we should, I don’t know… practice? To make it believable or something? I mean, Yena said we don’t look like—”
“Just, stop. Please.” She cut you off. The first, and might also be the last words you heard from her for today.
You froze, staring at her, then slowly, turned down as you apologized. “S-sorry.” But you’re just as hopeless, trying to light up the mood. “Why would she even say something like that right?”
“I said stop.” She cut sharper this time. She shoved another spoonful into her mouth like it could drown the tension.
Your chest tightened, words fumbling in your throat. “Hyewon, I’m just trying to—”
The spoon clattered against the bowl as she dropped it, eyes finally locking on yours with a glare that burned sharper than you’d ever seen.
“You want to practice kissing to make it believable?” Her voice cracked, but the bite was there. “How about we practice having an argument and you sleeping on the couch?”
Silence. The air between you two turned heavier than the storm outside.
You blinked at her, throat dry. The words hit harder than she intended, you could tell by the slight tremble in her hands, but you didn’t argue back. You only looked down at your food, appetite gone.
Dinner ended there.
Later that night, you carried a pillow and blanket to the couch. The cushions felt colder than usual, even with the weight of your body sinking into them. You lay there staring at the ceiling, listening to the muffled hum of the rain and the faint shuffle of Hyewon moving around in the bedroom.
You closed your eyes, trying not to think about it. But the echo of her words kept replaying in your head, louder than thunder.
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Hyewon sat on the edge of the bed, the sheets untouched, her hair clinging to her neck. The storm outside rattled against the window, but it wasn’t loud enough to drown out the words replaying in her head.
“You want to practice kissing to make it believable? How about we practice having an argument and you sleeping on the couch?”
She pressed her palms against her face, groaning softly. She didn’t mean it. Not like that. It just… slipped out. The moment he brought up kissing, her chest tightened in that familiar way, and her defense shot up before she could stop it. “AHH! Why did I say that?”
Her eyes darted to the door. It was just a few steps away. She could still walk out there, tell him she didn’t mean it, maybe even pull him back into bed. But her body wouldn’t move. Her pride was an anchor, heavy and unrelenting.
Instead, she lay down on her side, pulling the blanket over her head. She curled closer to the pillow, clutching it against her chest, pretending it was him. But no matter how tightly she hugged it, it didn’t feel the same. The bed was too big, too quiet without him there.
After a while, she couldn’t stand it anymore. Hyewon pushed the blanket aside, slipped quietly off the bed, and padded toward the door. She opened it just enough to peer through. There you were, sprawled on the couch, blanket pulled over your shoulders, your face soft in sleep. Her heart squeezed. She stepped closer, leaning over you, her shadow brushing across your face. “…Idiot,” she whispered.
She stayed there for a moment longer, just watching, before turning to go back. But then your hand shot out, catching her wrist. Her eyes widened, breath caught in her throat as you slowly blinked awake.
“Idiot huh?” your voice was groggy, rough from sleep, but still managed to let out a chuckle. You sat up a little, still holding her wrist, worry flickering across your face. “I’m sorry… for earlier. I shouldn’t have brought it up. I didn’t mean to make you upset.”
Hyewon blinked at you, stunned. Then her lips twisted into the smallest pout, eyes darting away. “Idiot,” she muttered, tugging her wrist but not hard enough to break free. “Why are you apologizing? I’m the one who snapped at you.”
You shook your head, guilt pressing heavier on your chest. “No, really. I keep pushing when you’re not ready. I should’ve known better.”
Her eyes softened, the fight in her melting. With a sigh, she sat down on the edge of the couch beside you. “You are an idiot,” she said again, quieter this time. “But… I’m sorry too.”
For a moment, the only sound was the rain outside, steady and calm, wrapping the two of you in a fragile truce.
The silence stretched between you, but it wasn’t heavy anymore. Just… uncertain. She sat there, close enough that you could feel the warmth of her shoulder brushing yours, her hand still caught in your grasp.
You swallowed hard, heart thundering in your chest. “…Hyewon,” you whispered, turning slightly toward her. “Can I…?” Her eyes met yours, wide and searching. For a second, you thought she might pull away. But then, her lips curved in the faintest, nervous smile. “Please,” she breathed.
Your hand rose slowly, almost shaking, brushing her hair back as you leaned in. The kiss was hesitant at first, fragile, like one wrong move would shatter it. But when her lips pressed back against yours, even just a little, everything inside you unraveled. When you pulled back, breathless, you searched her face. “Are you sure?”
Hyewon nodded quickly, cheeks flushed pink. “I’m sure.”
The second kiss came deeper, steadier, her hands finding their way to your shirt, clutching at the fabric like she was afraid you’d vanish. The world outside faded, the storm, the couch, the weight of the day, until it was only her and the way she finally, finally let herself fall into you.
What began as soft and uncertain grew urgent, her lips tracing yours with a hunger she had never shown before. Your shirt fell away in softer, slower motions than the urgency of your mouths, as if her body wanted everything at once but her heart was still savoring the closeness. Her pajama shirt joined yours on the floor as she clung to you, her legs trembling around your waist, her breath catching against your lips.
She reached down under your boxers, stroking your hardening length. So you kissed her again, deeper, your tongues tangling, her moan vibrating against your mouth as your fingers tugged at the waistband of her shorts, slipping in to knead the two soft flesh underneath. She adjusted herself closer, allowing you to pull her shorts off, just as she pulled you out as well.
“Fuck…” you groaned as Hyewon lowered herself, shoving your cock into her dripping folds.
Your body moved in sync with hers, every roll of your hips drawing out soft gasps and whimpers that she tried to bite back, only for them to spill into the kiss instead. You buried your face against her neck, inhaling the faint lavender that clung to her skin, kissing, sucking gently, feeling her pulse race beneath your lips.
Her hands roamed your back with a desperate edge, sliding down to clutch your hips, pulling you deeper inside her. She met your every movement, hips arching up, her legs locked tighter around you.
Each thrust was slow, deliberate, but her kisses grew feverish, peppered along your jaw, your throat, back to your lips again, as if she was trying to make up for all the times she hadn’t let herself do this. “Fuck…” she whispered, her nails dug into your back. “Don’t stop…”
“Hyewon…” you groaned, the sound torn from your chest as she squeezed around you, the heat of her body swallowing you whole. You pulled back just enough to see her face, flushed, damp with sweat, eyes hazy and glassy with need. She looked at you like she couldn’t get enough, like she’d break if you stopped now.
The couch creaked beneath the rhythm of your bodies, the storm outside still raging but powerless against the storm inside the room. Her back arched suddenly, a cry slipping past her lips as she tightened around you, her release hitting hard, shaking through her whole body. She clung to you like she’d drown without your arms, whimpering your name against your lips.
The sensation pulled you over the edge soon after, your thrusts faltering as you buried yourself deep, spilling inside her with a guttural groan. You stayed there, trembling, forehead pressed to hers, your breaths ragged and mingling in the dark.
Neither of you spoke right away. You only kissed her softer this time, slower, as if sealing the moment in silence. Her fingers tangled weakly in your hair, her chest heaving as she whispered, almost too faint to hear “I love you.”
Those three words you’ve been yearning to hear from her for a long time. For almost a year of your relationship, at last. The answer you’ve been looking for, to hold on much longer, to stay with her. Your heart fluttered like a teenager who just started to fall in love. But you, you fell for Hyewon harder, harder than ever.
“I love you too.” you brushed her cheek, leaning in for a kiss, softer, warmer.
Her lips curved into a tired smile against yours, her eyes heavy but shining in a way you’d never seen before. She let out a shaky breath and buried her face into the crook of your neck, arms still clinging to you as though afraid you might slip away.
You shifted carefully, easing her down against the cushions, pulling the blanket over both of you. The storm outside was finally beginning to fade, leaving only the sound of her heartbeat pressed against your chest.
For once, she didn’t turn away. She stayed tangled in your arms, warm and real, whispering one last time before sleep claimed her.
“…don’t let go.”
And you didn’t. You’ll never.
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Prompt by @kwilquib
This fic had been in my drafts for a while, supposed to be for Hyewon's birthday last July but I couldn't finish it on time and only wrote the first half-ish. But I got to finish it now thanks to @kwilquib's prompt challenge!
