𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 | (𝐆)𝐈-𝐃𝐋𝐄

𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞

“Don’t push me, Miyeon.”

Minnie’s voice was low, almost a whisper, but there was a warning in it—tension strung tight beneath her words. “I’m serious. I don’t know if I can hold back if you keep this up.”

Miyeon’s lips curved into that soft, dangerous smile—the one that always messed with Minnie’s head. “Why are you still trying to?” she murmured, leaning in, her breath brushing the shell of Minnie’s ear. “What if… we just stopped pretending we don’t want this?”

Minnie’s pulse spiked. She could barely think straight with Miyeon that close, her voice that soft, that close. Everything about her—her voice, her scent, the way she looked at her like she already knew—was too much. Too much and not enough.

It would be so easy to just say no.

But instead, Minnie lifted a hand, trembling slightly, and brushed her fingers along the side of Miyeon’s face. Her skin was soft and warm under her touch. One look into Miyeon’s eyes—dark, full of something raw and open—and Minnie felt herself slipping.

And then, finally, they kissed.

It wasn’t gentle. It was deep and hungry, years of want poured into a single moment. Everything they’d ignored, buried, danced around—it all crashed down between them like a dam finally breaking. Minnie’s hands moved to Miyeon’s jaw, holding her like she couldn’t believe she was real, while Miyeon pressed in close, fingers bunching into the fabric of Minnie’s shirt, pulling her impossibly closer.

They didn’t speak.

They just felt.

Every brush of lips, every gasp and shiver—they were unraveling, together. And it didn’t feel like a mistake. It felt like something they were always meant to find their way back to.

Miyeon’s back hit the bed as they moved, clothes becoming a blur between kisses. Minnie’s hands explored with a kind of reverence, as if she was rediscovering something sacred. Miyeon’s breath caught when Minnie’s lips found her neck, and her soft moan was like music—like permission.

Time disappeared. There was only skin against skin, breath shared in the space between them, and a rhythm they somehow already knew. Every touch felt like a promise, every kiss an answer to a question they hadn’t dared to ask.

And when they finally reached that edge together—when their bodies trembled and clung and gave in—it felt like coming home.

Afterward, wrapped in the warmth of each other’s arms, everything slowed.

Minnie traced idle patterns on Miyeon’s bare shoulder, her head resting on her chest, listening to the steady thrum of her heartbeat. It felt too peaceful to be real. Too intimate to be a mistake.

“You’re incredible,” she whispered, voice still shaky from everything they’d just shared. “I… I’ve never felt anything like this.”

Miyeon turned her head, resting her lips lightly against Minnie’s hair. “Neither have I,” she said softly, fingers brushing along Minnie’s spine in lazy circles. “You feel like… everything I didn’t know I was waiting for.”

They fell into silence again, not awkward, just full of things neither of them knew how to say yet.

But Minnie eventually looked up, eyes vulnerable. “So... what now?” she asked, her voice barely above a breath. “What does this mean?”