do you think you could write something for dom!sinb if you get the chance? i feel like she’s the type to play games w her subs and do it unfairly too 🫣🫣 like she tells you to be quiet and you are quiet but then she finds some way to say you did it wrong so she just looks for excuses to tease and taunt you 🫠🫠🫠 idk i think she can be subby at times esp for some of the other members but she’s such a dom in other aspects 😔😔 if u do write something like this i’d prefer it not g!p but ik that’s something you like to do so don’t let me hold you back !! also, can i be 🐰 anon if it isn’t taken? i’ve been a silent enjoyer of your works for awhile 🤧🤧
hi and welcome, 🐰 anon!! glad you've been enjoying my stuff hehehe 💖 also i'm pretty sure this is my first time doing anything for my queenies in gfriend???? so yayyyy!!
now why are you inside my head anon i've thought about the exact same thing about dom!sinb for the longest time 😭 mostly the "looks for excuses to tease and taunt you" part bcs she enjoys that humiliated and frustrated look on your face whenever she accuses you of something you clearly didn't do, but you have to take responsibility for bcs what else were you going to do?? disobey her?? tell her she was lying?? no! you'd rather embarrass yourself than do that! prime example is when sinb is making you eat her out 👀 you're doing everything she tells you to do and it feels good but she's telling you you're not doing right (when you most certainly are!!) just to rile you up and make you work your mouth harder :((( she loves doing it bcs it does work and soon enough you have her seeing stars 🤤🤤
i feel like she's also super annoying (lovingly) 😭😭 bratty dom vibes yk?? she has you pinned to the wall but she won't do anything but talk shit 😭 you try to pull her in and she jokingly pulls away or just,, hovers close to your lips, smirking at your impatience,, and you can't even take it up to yourself bcs if you do anything to try and make the first move, sinb fucking skips away, leaving you hot and untouched 😤 super possessive tho, and any ounce of that brat is gone whenever you're at public events with her bcs she's just glaring at everybody who dares to look at your direction... might even mark you up beforehand to make a statement 🫣
in said public events, sinb will not be afraid to touch you inappropriately!! she can't have people thinking you didn't belong to her 😤😤 hands on your hands, thighs, arm—she will literally touch you anywhere as long as it sends a message to everybody else! she does not play about you fr 😭
okay okay but let's be real here she's so good at fucking??? LIKE AS MUCH AS SHE LOVES TEASING YOU she will never not try to make you feel like a princess in bed, bcs you are! you're her princess and you deserve to feel as such!! always hits the right spots, kisses all over your chest and neck, whispering sweet nothings against your skin... her favourite thing is eating you out bcs she can see just how good she's making you feel 👀 eats you out so good that your back is arched and your eyes are rolled to the back of your head and ofc this strokes her ego,, stuffs your cunt with her fingers when you're close, pumping in and out of you at an insane pace and merely watches as you writhed underneath her while your juices spurted out of your pussy,,,
definitely makes you watch while she licks your mess off her fingers 😭 laughing at your red face before being all soft??? hugging you, giggling while peppering your face with kisses??? her aftercare is definitely just cuddling you and making you laugh while watching movies <33
description ↠ eunbi turned up practically at your doorstep, an impossibly beautiful face beneath a muddy and drenched dress. you took her in, guessing but not quite grasping that she had stumbled free from a faraway life.
warning/s ↠ various injuries, forced arranged marriage
a/n ↠ this is freaking adorable and I love it. the moment this was requested I planned the entire thing in an hour, because I was instantly inspired. I hope you enjoy it anon~ this was an amazing request
requested by anon
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It was a particularly cool and grey night, not a night that you would expect your life to change. Frigid wind trickled through the gaps in your wooden walls, the shrill cry of the breeze adding to the feeling of loneliness that had settled into the furniture.
Ever since your mother had developed arthritis in her fingers, she and your father had retired to a somewhat extravagant home a few hours away, leaving you to tend to their physician’s shop alone.
Even though you lived in a small village, too far from the palace’s town to receive official orders, there was still a relatively high demand for medicine and therapy. This specific night you were prepping a poultice for the blacksmith’s son, who had terribly burned his underarm.
Your focus was shattered by the sound of struggling from outside. A shallow river ran a few metres from your front door, snaking through the scattered houses of the village, and it sounded like something had been caught in it.
A wounded animal, you theorised, because they were thrashing and roaring through the water - it had happened in the past. You set down your instruments and hurried to save it.
But it was no animal; it was a human.
The first thing you noticed was her vivid crimson hair, tangled and clinging to her face, the colour of an impossibly red apple. She had strikingly beautiful features, glossy lips and a perfectly oval face.
The stranger caught in the river was wearing this expensive, lacy dress that reached down to her ankles, that you imagined had in the past been an ivory colour like marble. Now it was various shades of brown and black mud, the fabric sticking to her skin. She had fallen on her backside, and her face was tight with pain.
The moment she saw you, she reeled in fear and struggled to get to her feet.
“Hey, wait!” You had noticed her inflamed ankle by now, “you’ve injured yourself, don’t stand so quickly!”
Providing evidence for your words, the moment she put weight on her foot, she fell once more onto the rocky riverbed, crying out in pain. You approached, and her head shot up at you, freezing like a rabbit beneath a predator’s gaze.
“Here,” you offered her a cautious hand, attempting to gain her trust, “I’m a physician. I can help. Besides, your dress is all wet; you’ll catch cold if you stay outside.”
She gauged you for a moment longer, and you added with a worried sigh, “please trust me. I can treat you.”
At last, she gave in, clasping her hand with yours. You firmly dragged her out of the water, catching her and slinging an arm under her shoulders. She was just as light as she looked when she lowered her weight onto you, dazed by the multiple falls she had suffered.
Inside your home, you had her recline on the sofa. It was not very soft, but it improved from where she had been moments earlier. Now that you saw her ankle close-up, you could see it had begun to blush and bruise.
Just a sprain, you prayed. You carefully raised the girl’s ankle onto a stool.
“What’s your name?” You asked - a tactic you often used to distract new patients from their pain. As you waited for her response, you found a clean cloth amidst your cluttered clinic and doused it in water from the flask at your hip.
“Eunbi,” she hesitantly answered.
You had to push the wet dress up her calf, wrapping the cloth you had just prepared around her swollen joint. Eunbi hissed and then sighed in relief, covering her mouth with her palm the entire time.
“Eunbi,” you repeated, smiling up at her, “that’s a pretty name. I’ll get you a blanket.”
As you got up to search your cupboards for one of those handmade woollen blankets your mother had left you, Eunbi spoke once more.
“Um…can you help me out of this dress? You can cut it off if you need. I just want it off.”
You regarded her for a moment, only now noticing the depths of the fear and weariness on her face, blueish brown half crescents hanging beneath her eyes. Something was wrong, something she had hidden beneath the surfaces of her attractive features.
You nodded slowly, “I can do that for you. It’ll help you keep sickness away, anyway. But I will have to cut it free as you said. I’m too afraid to disturb your foot.”
You recovered a blanket and draped it over the poor girl, who was now shivering, her lips turning purplish in the cold. Then, as she drew it close to herself, you snatched the iron scissors from your work table.
“Lean forward for me,” you said gently, and she did as you had asked, revealing the low back of her dress, holding the blanket to her front. You hooked the scissors inside the fabric, wincing when you heard the expensive dress tear open. You cut jaggedly, taking care not to graze her skin with the blade till she was free enough to slip out of it.
Her back was petite and ivory, and yet shock doused you as you examined her closer. Minor cuts and bruises littered the stretch of skin, all the way down to the small of her back. When you were younger, you used to get similar wounds by tearing irresponsibly through the forest till you tripped and hurt yourself.
Why had she been running through the woods?
But you remained silent, moving away from her back. You helped her peel off the rest of the wet fabric - ending up with a tattered clump of what was in the past a beautiful dress.
You had freed her now from her soaked clothes, and the wool began to ebb warmth back into her. By the time you returned to her, discarding the rags of her clothing, Eunbi was fast asleep; her head slumped forwards against her chest.
You thought for a moment about waking her and adjusting her into a more comfortable position but decided against it. The distress on her face had finally eased, melting away as she dozed off, and now she was at peace; she was safe between the walls of your home.
Over that night, you returned to her, repeatedly changing the wet cloth around her ankle until you were satisfied it had recovered sufficiently. Her skin was no longer cushiony and pink, it was now matching the rest of her skin. She would have to tread carefully, but otherwise, she was fine.
You finally passed out in your bed at that stage, relieved and simultaneously still concerned. There were other pressing issues, but you would not be able to broach those without Eunbi prompting first. Such as where she had come from.
You rose the following day, and Eunbi was still deeply asleep. Mildly worried, you left her some clothes to change into and left to run some errands. You delivered and helped apply that poultice and exchanged a few potions (non-medicinal ones that had similar effects to alcohol) for a whole basket of fresh, warm bread at the bakery.
Upon returning home, approximately midday, you found Eunbi awake. She had changed into the clothes you had provided, which were hanging from her small frame loosely, and was curiously examining the shelves of dried herbs you had lined up on the walls. She turned to face you, and a bright smile burst across her face, catching you off guard.
“Y-You’re awake,” you stammered, “how’s your ankle feeling?”
“Fine, thank you.”
Eunbi’s gaze drifted downwards, and she swallowed thickly. You realised she was staring at the breadbasket in your arms.
“Would you like some butter as well?” You laughed.
You left the basket on your round dining table, shoving aside a few papers onto the floor in the process, and meandered through the entrance room to the kitchen.
“What’s your name?”
A warm smile passed over her lips. She tucked her fluffy scarlet hair behind her ears, exuding joy.
She spoke up just as you passed through the doorway, and you turned back to face her, surprised.
“I forgot to tell you, didn’t I? I’m (F/n).”
You returned shortly with a jar of butter and a blunt butter knife, as well as a jug of water and a glass. You tore a piece of bread in half and then cut it lengthways, spreading a thick layer of butter onto the fluffy centre and offering it to your guest.
Eunbi devoured it, stuffing large chunks into her mouth impatiently. Before you knew it, it had disappeared, and she was licking the grease of the butter off of her fingers, turning back to you for another piece.
“Oh, uh,” you hastily buttered another piece for her and handed it to her, “here.”
This time she ate slower, and you poured her a glass of water in the meantime.
“You must have been hungry,” you commented amusedly. She looked up at you and nodded thoughtfully, swallowing down some bread. Eunbi seemed to be pondering something, hesitating, carefully examining her words.
“Would it be okay…if I stayed with you for a little while?”
She looked so full of hope, waiting anxiously for your answer.
“Mm…if you help me. I have daily medications to make, errands to run as well. I can teach you which herbs are useful in the forest, and you can help me wash laundry in the river. In return for the work, you can stay as long as you need, and I’ll keep you well-fed.”
Eunbi initially wore a look of surprise, which then faded into delight. She smiled, an unrestrained and pure smile, and you realised she was beautiful.
Of course, you had noticed that already. That was the first thing you had recognised about Eunbi. But she had this delicate beauty that ran through every crevice of her, inside and outside; she was bursting with it. It gave you that same joyous sensation that admiring the blossoming trees in spring gave you.
From that day onwards, Eunbi took the role of your assistant.
She was not very adept at anything practical. Apparently, she had never washed clothes before, clumsy and awkward and only half-washing most of the laundry. You showed her how to do it patiently.
You then took her into the forest, and when you let her be, she returned to you with handfuls of poisonous berries. Panicked, you slapped them out of her possession and plunged her hands into the river till you could be sure her skin was clean of toxins.
And, Eunbi was easily frightened by creatures of the forest that you had learned to ignore from early childhood. She ran all the way home to you in tears when a snake had passed her by.
One evening, just as she had begun to acclimatise to her new job, you had left her to wash sheets in the river. You were grinding up herbs when you heard the frantic sound of splashing.
Concerned that she had fallen again, as she had done that multiple times now, you rushed outside to check on her. Eunbi had not slipped this time.
She was tearing through the water, full of bright laughter, uncaring that she was getting drenched and that her feet were slick with mud. She resembled a child, unable to contain the pure joy she had discovered in running through the stream.
Eunbi saw you and halted so quickly that she almost fell forwards, steadying herself by wildly swinging her arms and then beaming at you.
“It’s so cold!” She laughed giddily.
You were breathless, stunned by her genuine allure.
“Eunbi, you’re beautiful,” you said without thinking.
She looked taken aback, her excitement leaking from her expression into blank shock, her cheeks flushing pink. You would have assumed that was something she had heard countless times before, and yet her response was as if it were her first time hearing it.
“(F/n),” she mumbled, folding her arms over her chest, “it’s too cold now.”
You quickly realised this was an invitation, as she swayed on her feet as if swooning. You crossed into the river with Eunbi and slung an arm around her shoulders. She pressed her small body against yours, her warmth bleeding into your dry clothes. Whilst in this close position, you helped her inside.
Holding her like that seemed to bridge a gap that had hung between you both, physical affection becoming a common occurrence.
You were now courting the beautiful, crimson-haired girl. She would hold your arm as you walked together to the woods, finding you on cold nights to cuddle up against you.
It was like you had already married. You were familiar and casually affectionate, and the relationship felt as natural as breathing did.
As she folded clothes one warm afternoon and gazed out of the window, her milky skin bathed in margarine light, your peace would briefly be shattered. There were still secrets to be uncovered, after all.
A sound like thunder rang across the village, making the ground rumble like a mild earthquake. It was a large group of horses from the kingdom, all mounted with royal knights and draped with the royal family’s insignia. Eunbi’s tranquil expression quickly sharpened with intense fear, and she turned to you in desperation.
“I-I need you to hide me,” she spoke with panic and urgency. Although you had countless questions, her face made your stomach go cold. You hurried her into your bedroom on the opposite side of the house, closing the door behind her.
Just as you had removed her from sight, a severe and curt knock on your door drew you back to the entrance.
Standing before you was one of the knights, dressed in light armour and lengths of striking red fabric. His expression was stony, and it was as if he was barely registering you as a person. Instead, he was looking behind you, scanning your messy shop. Now he looked down at you and pulled out a roll of parchment, unfurling it.
“Have you seen this girl?”
The parchment was painted neatly with various colours of ink, and as you took in the image, you realised that it was obviously a profile of Eunbi. The curls of soft ruby hair, the perfect oval face, the pinched nose and glittering eyes. They had captured her perfectly, and yet your recognition of her burned you.
You swallowed your reaction, overcompensating for your mixed feelings by dramatically squinting and frowning at the picture.
“She’s pretty,” you commented, “who is she?”
The knight’s expression was icy, and he drew his lips into a fine line as if restraining his irritation, “she’s the second daughter of our king. She fled the kingdom the night after learning of her engagement.”
You did not really have time to register this shocking news. If you did think further about it, it would almost certainly have shown on your face.
“Hmm, I don’t think I’ve seen her. It’s a small town, so I surely would have noticed a girl like her.”
But the knight looked dubious, searching your shop with his gaze once more.
“There was another person in here, wasn’t there?” He inquired. You had to clench your fists behind your back to stop yourself from trembling. If they discovered you were hiding an alleged runaway princess, you feared tremendous consequences.
“That was my wife. She’s terribly ill, so she’s in bed. It’s very contagious, Sir, you best not catch it and take it back to the castle,” you explained, feigning a worried expression, which was not difficult as you were worried - just not about any fake illness.
He huffed, visibly giving up, “fine. But if I hear from your neighbours about a red-haired girl, I’d like to meet your wife, regardless of how ill she is.” He slammed the door behind him, and you released a heavy, relieved sigh, noticing that every muscle of yours had gone rigid.
Now you returned to your bedroom, where you had Eunbi hidden, discovering her beneath your blankets, forming a small frightened lump. You closed the door behind you and approached her, freeing her. She instantly melted into your arms.
“D-Don’t you think the townspeople will tell them about me? I’ve met almost all of them.” Eunbi was trembling, crying into your chest.
You soothed your hand through her hair, “they won’t, I promise. They’re sharp. They’ll figure out very quickly that there’s a princess that needs saving, just like I did.”
Eunbi withdrew from you, looking up at you with wide, afraid eyes, “are you going to see me differently now? I lied to you.”
You pressed a fluttering kiss onto her forehead, and she blinked out of pleasant surprise, a shy smile gracing her lips.
“You’re Eunbi, aren’t you?” You gave her a reassuring grin, but it did not help; she was still wracked with worry.
“Aren’t you going to ask about it?” She muttered, avoiding your direct gaze. You sighed.
“It’s a tale that’s been told countless times before. A feud crops up between the kingdom and some old duke, and it becomes a thorn in the king’s side. Finally, the kingdom offers up one of their princesses to the duke as a bride to keep the peace, and she suffers every night in a marriage that makes her skin crawl. Am I close?”
You had been spot on, and it had stricken Eunbi directly on a fresh scar that had only recently grown over. Her eyes went glassy, and she buried her face back into your chest, hiccups breaking up her muffled sobs.
“I want to stay here for the rest of my life. I’ve never felt so happy. I’ve learned so much, and I’ve met so many people. Everyone here is so carefree and joyful, and it rubs off on you. I’ve never met anyone like that at the palace.”
Eunbi pulled away again to face you. Her eyes were glistening, sparkling like the way the river did when the moon reflected down on it.
“And, I fell in love with you, (F/n).”
A blush doused your skin, starting from your ears and spreading down to your feet, turning your whole body hot. It felt magical and tingly and you could not even begin to comprehend her words, because they were too large to grasp.
“E-Eunbi,” you began, but she was still speaking like she had been cleared of obstructions and now her words were flowing out freely.
“I want to learn to treat everyone, to remember what ails them. I want to memorise every herb on your shelf and more. But most of all, I want to share a bed with you, to kiss you good night and wake up beside you every morning.”
You could feel your own eyes stinging as you replied, feeling rather like your head was in the clouds, “I want that too, Eunbi. It hasn’t been long and already your presence belongs to this house.”
Because despite your vastly different lives until now, you had become intertwined. You took her face into your hands for the first time and kissed her impossibly soft lips.
“I’ll stay,” Eunbi’s voice was still wavering from the kiss.
“Even if I have to pretend to be someone else for the rest of my life. I am someone else here with you, someone I was always meant to be.”
She kissed you again, and you no longer felt that the walls were aching with loneliness. Your house had become a home that was shared between you and Eunbi.
a/n: uh i’m feeling,,,not as sick and i really wanted to post something so tada :D also if you see any spelling and grammar mistakes, no you don’t >_>
Through the small screen poised on your knees, you observed Eunbi as she moved across the floor. A lethal gaze accompanied with meticulous movements practised over and over again. She was lithe on her feet, seamlessly melding with the song blaring in the practice room. You didn’t miss the subtle smirk of pride that crossed her face whenever she caught herself in the mirror. It was deserved because her performance was captivating—much like her.
This is why when she finished with her chest heaving up and down, you found yourself joining her uneven breath, although you did nothing but record her performance. The subtle smirk you kept witnessing transformed into a satisfied grin before Eunbi crumbled to the floor. A chuckle escaped you as you switched off the record button, to finally look at the hard-working performer without a screen between you.
Eunbi laid with her eyes closed, savouring the hours she spent and finally feeling the pain blossoming down her back. Only for a moment though, because in an instant she was up and sliding across to you.
“How was my formation? Did I do that move right?” She snatched the phone from you, eyes already scanning the video for any flaws that could be fixed while blabbering on, “That! That hand move–I think it was better this time. It was better this time, right?”
With much eloquence, you answered, “Uh… ”
Eyes bulging, she turned up to you. “Why! Was it not good? What was not good–?”
“No! I have literally no knowledge about dance, but!” You raised your index finger and Eunbi followed it with anticipation… to her arms. “You have some really long limbs, like freakishly long, like longer than your torso–hey!”
The comment earned you a hard smack to the shoulder but you only chuckled at the cute pout she wore. Thus earning you another smack from the performer. Before you knew it, the two of you were fooling around, unable to suppress the laughter bubbling out as the tension ebbed away. It was likely the two of you would have spent the night in the practice room, completely unaware of the time passing. Only had it not been for her manager’s message, reminding her of the early schedule the next day.
Sighing, she placed a hand on your shoulder as she said, “Thanks for keeping me company.”
“I’ll always be here for you.” Scrunching up your nose, you took her hand and squeezed it, “Rest well tonight, okay?”
Eunbi only hummed in response before letting go of your hand to shoulder her bag. Walking backwards, she headed to the exit as she said, “Promise you won’t run to the studio but will go rest too?”
It was hard to promise something you had no desire in following. You couldn't just go home and rest, not when unedited lyrics and an enchanting melody kept replaying in your head. You simply couldn’t… especially when they were about her.
With a pout, Eunbi waited at the door for your word. Sighing, you raised your pinkie and said, “Promise.”
Scoffing at your childishness, she raised her pinkie as well and consolidated your promise. With a warm smile, she wished you goodnight and disappeared behind the door, leaving you with much to think about in the empty practice room.
any feedback is much appreciated.
a/n: but seriously tho, if you see any mistakes please let me know ! hope you have a good day/night <3
genres/s ↠ fluff, a smidge of angst, friends to lovers au!
description ↠ You regret not speaking your thoughts after potentially losing your best friend and the love of your life, Hwang Eunbi. However, fate brings you together after years apart.
warning/s ↠ n/a
author’s note ↠ this took me an afternoon to write which is extremely quick for me! I did proofread it but I'm not sure if it feels rushed. regardless, goofy best friend sinb is my favourite~
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Your experience with Middle School had been dull and uneventful, until a fateful meeting with Hwang Eunbi.
The library was a sanctuary for you, a quiet place for you to focus entirely on schoolwork without distractions. The scent of dust mingled with old books was soothing, a smell you had learned to associate with relaxation. Back then it was not uncommon for you to be found there, tucked in the corner buried in schoolwork.
No one had ever approached you, not until Eunbi. Urgently scrawling out the contents of a closely due assignment, you had believed you were alone until she placed a hand on your shoulder, capturing your attention.
“Excuse me,” her voice was melodic, soft, pleasant to your ears, “do you think you could help me?”
A petite girl was peering down at you, silky raven hair cascading down her chest in waves. She offered you a smile and you felt a burst of butterflies in the pit of your stomach. Immediately your face heated up, too shy to maintain eye contact with the gorgeous stranger.
“I-I can,” you responded, your attempt to swallow a stutter failing. Her smile only widened, perfect rows of teeth glistening back at you - a hint of awkwardness beneath the surface as she spoke again.
“Thanks. I don’t really know where anything is in here. I’m trying to find a geography textbook.”
She trailed closely behind you, weaving between bookshelves till you reached the far end of the library. You gestured broadly to a collection of books, “here.” When you turned to face her, dismay painted her features, and for a moment you thought you had lead her to the wrong section. She huffed and pointed to the top shelf out of her reach, “it’s all the way up there.”
After both of you took turns in attempting to jump and snatch the textbook, unfortunately with no luck, an idea seemed to cross her mind. She swivelled towards you with a mischievous grin, oblivious to how it made your heart flutter.
“Wanna try sitting on my shoulders?”
A coy giggle bubbled up from your throat at the image. How would this small-framed girl manage to carry you on her shoulders, let alone stand and sustain herself with you atop of her?
At her urging, you ignored the thoughts at the back of your head that warned you this was a bad idea and swung your legs over her front, flailing for purchase and grasping her hair to balance yourself. For a brief second, it seemed as if it would work out until she tried to stand on trembling legs. As you had predicted, she was not nearly strong enough to support you. With a yelp, you slid from her grasp and both of you tumbled back onto the carpet.
You both exploded with unrestrained laughter, disturbing the peaceful library. Glancing at her with her face lit up, you were overcome with joy, unable to tear your eyes away. There was no longer anything else you desired; you only wanted to see her laugh like this every day for the rest of your life.
You assured yourself that moment that you would become her closest friend, truly believing that would be enough for you.
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The closer you were to Eunbi, the stronger your affections for her developed; in High School, she had been your universe in which no one else dared to enter. It was obvious from the outside that your bond was different, filled with a romantic tension that both of you were blind to.
It was a hot summer evening, a film of sweat sticking to your skin as you walked alone. This was a rare occurrence, as usually Eunbi would join you and overload your head with chatter along the way to your accustomed hangout.
It was a routine you both seldom broke. You would first stop at a small convenience store and spend pocket money on sweets and soda, or hot drinks in the winter. Then, whilst conversing the whole way, you would cross the road and sit on the bottom of a grassy riverbank, observing the ducks as they floated past.
Today, since you were alone, you paused only briefly inside the store for a cold drink, pressing it to your reddened cheeks. As you had hoped, Eunbi was waiting in your usual place, crouched with her back faced towards you. You neared and realised her shoulders were quivering. Sobs wracked her body, muffled but barely audible.
“Eunbi? Are you okay?”
She hurriedly rubbed her face with her forearms as if trying to hide that she had been crying, though her splotchy skin revealed all. You almost slipped as you hastily rushed to her side, wrapping an arm around her as tightly as you could.
“We’re both graduating soon, and I’m scared,” she admitted, reluctant to meet your gaze, “I-I’m going to a performing arts university in Seoul.”
The abrupt confession dropped cubes of ice into your belly, overwhelming you with a dread that travelled over your skin from your toes to your forehead. You were numb as you pulled away from her, a belated response of betrayal beginning to swell in your chest.
“But...you promised you would go somewhere in the same city as me,” you finally spoke, having to pry the words from your dry throat.
“I know, (F/n), but this is my future.” She was frowning, her hands trembling in the wake of your disapproval.
“But what about us?” Your words carried a weight that you were not quite ready to explain. It meant something entirely different to you because you were worried about missing the opportunity to confess your affections to her.
You don’t realise that you are crying until Eunbi’s eyes reflect sadness at you. You are too hot with emotion to care for her sympathy, turning on your heel and fleeing. It would be a decision you would come to regret.
Closing yourself in the haven of your bedroom, the horror of the incident began to sink in. You bawled into your pillow, lamenting over every harsh sentence you had uttered.
The following day at school, you found yourself unable to speak to your best friend out of humiliation, and Eunbi seemed unbothered by this, proceeding with her day as usual - but without you. You didn’t blame her; you had hurt her considerably.
By the time graduation came, a wall of silence was still between you.
Years would pass by. Girlfriends and short flings would occur, nothing unusual for a college student - though none could take your mind off your goofy, affectionate ex-best friend. Some nights you would lay still in bed as you recounted all of the joyful memories you shared with her. You often pictured her lying beside you.
It was not until you had finally integrated into the working world that you were sentimental enough to revisit your old hangout. Usually, you made excuses to yourself that it was too far of a drive and that it would only reopen sensitive wounds. You considered turning around multiple times, but an invisible force drew you to that riverbank on that particular day.
You were mildly surprised to discover that the old convenience store still open. White paint was peeling off of the walls in flecks, but it was still upright and working.
For old time’s sake, you entered, purchasing a can of vanilla coke and a bag of potato chips. Traipsing down to the grassy slope across the road with a plastic bag at your hip, you felt invigorated by your decision to return this afternoon. Perhaps it was the association with your youth.
A woman sat at the bottom of the hillside, slender legs stretched out in front of her as she seemed to take in the fresh breeze. Her dark locks had been cut in a neat line around her jaw, the quality of her hair so silky that it shone. She was turned away from you enough that you could not see her features.
“Is it okay if I sit here?” You inquired softly, and she turned to look at you.
Although so many years had changed, beautiful Eunbi had barely changed. Maturity settled on her facade like dust, but other than that she was the same. Her stunned expression tells you that you were equally as recognisable.
“(F/n)?” Her voice was small as if she hardly dared to ask. You answered with a curt nod, scanning the grown Eunbi that was struggling to her feet before you.
Abruptly she threw herself into your embrace, a sweet warmth overwhelming you as she gave you the contact you had craved from her ever since you had parted. An aromatic, flowery scent wafted from her, and you were embarrassed to admit that it made your mouth water.
“I-I’m sorry,” you mumbled against her shoulder, earning a soft tut from her lips.
“I’m sorry too,” she responded, “there’s a lot I wish I had said to you.”
She withdraws, interlocking her fingers with yours tightly as if scared you would leave otherwise. An unexpected tension crackles through the lukewarm atmosphere, the kind of tension that only materializes between timid lovers.
“I love you (F/n). I’ve felt like something has been missing all these years without you. Ever since that day in the library.”
Whatever you were expecting her to say, it was certainly not that. Her confession was so confident that you immediately accepted it to be true, despite the doubt that sat in the back of your head. The air grew considerably hotter against your cheeks, warmth rising up your neck and reaching the tips of your ears.
“Me too, Eunbi,” you were stumbling over your words as you hurried to reciprocate, “I-I was always so scared you would reject me.”
A toothy grin stretched across her face once she realised what had just happened. Words that had been left unsaid had finally unburdened the both of you. She eagerly cupped your cheeks and swept you into a kiss. The sensation was far better than your first kiss, full of longing, relief and a little desperation. It was shallow but meaningful.
“I’ve wanted to do that for years,” she purred against your lips, that same mischievous twinkle in her eyes that you had witnessed all those years ago.
