Better Days // 좋은 날

10. The Ending Scene

A/N: hi. so. it's been almost a year since the last chapter. and given that i began writing this fic pre-covid without a care in the world, i'm pretty proud of myself for finally finishing it. this last chapter is over 7,000 words long (sorry sorry) and took so many drafts and re-writes, but i'm kinda happy with how it turned out and for anyone still reading this wheesa adventure, thank you. a lot.

(p.s there also may or may not be a bonus xmas chapter just to fulfill a lil desire of mine for wheesa to host an xmas party for their celeb friends, which may be out before xmas this year. hopefully. idk)

"It won't turn, unnie. Stop trying to hold my hand!" Wheein whined, laughter bubbling inside her as the woman pouted and resorted to holding onto Wheein's arm instead, allowing the girl to finally open the front door and pull her into the darkness of the hallway. Yongsun kicked off her shoes, and strolled into the kitchen, the sound of the refrigerator door opening making Wheein sigh in amusement; it was always funny seeing Yong get tipsy, and even more entertaining now she was exposed to her clingy, romantic side too.

"Wanna eat jjajjangmyeon? We can recreate the first time you fell in love with my cooking," Yongsun said with a smirk, opening every cupboard door and pretending as though she was searching for something. Which was near impossible since the woman had yet to turn on the lights.

"No thanks, weirdo. I still haven't recovered from the first time you cooked it for me," Wheein said, moving to the flick the lights on and laughing when Yongsun frowned at her, the scowl on her face pulling down her cheeks in a comical way. Wheein walked over to the woman, arms wrapping around her waist and planting a gentle kiss on her cheek, enjoying the way Yongsun's eyes flickered in response, mouth turning upward and a small sigh escaping her lips. "You look really pretty right now."

Yongsun rolled her eyes, the only way she knew how to cope with the feeling of embarrassment creeping up her cheeks, dusting them an obvious shade of pink. Hands settling at the base of Wheein's neck and pulling the girl closer, Yongsun leaned in to kiss her slowly, a tenderness in the action which, paired with the slight taste of alcohol still on Yongsun's tongue, make Wheein's skin burn at the sweetness of it all. Yongsun's thumbs ran over the baby hairs on the girl's neck, while Wheein's hands pulled Yongsun in closer, needing her closer, much closer.

"Do you wanna- FUCK!" Wheein squealed, hand clutching her chest as she noticed the woman entering the kitchen doorway, an empty glass in one hand and the other covering her mouth in an effort not to burst out laughing. "Eomma? Shit you scared me, what are you doing–"

"We told you we were coming back tonight dummy, don't you check your phone? I even text you to say we'd got back early in case I caught you...well... like this," Wheein's mom chuckled, mischief glinting in her eyes as she maneuvered her way around Wheein and patted Yongsun's reddened cheek. She filled up her glass with water in the most awkward silence Wheein had ever experienced, before making her way back to her bedroom. "Don't be up too late, girls," Wheein's mom said with a wink, leaving the girls standing bewildered in the kitchen.

"Oh god," Yongsun whined, her head falling onto Wheein's shoulder and hiding her face from the world. "I think your mom is the best cure for drunkness ever," Yongsun said, making Wheein laugh loudly.

"Yeah I suddenly feel completely sober too."

"Did you already tell her about us?" Yongsun asked, lifting her head to look at Wheein, not missing the flickering of the girl's eyes, and the uncertain quirk of her lips. "I'm not mad."

"I mentioned bringing you here and I guess she kind of assumed, since most of my time consists of talking about you nowadays."

"Omo, sounds like someone's a little obsessed with me," Yongsun said, letting out a content sigh, holding on tighter to Wheein and smiling mischievously when Wheein tried to push her away, but Yongsun only clung on more tightly. "Don't cry, baby. It's nothing to be embarrassed about," Yongsun continued to tease, the slight slur in her words reminding Wheein of the alcohol still in their veins.