I'd Give Up Forever to Have You. (annyeongz version)

Chapter 6

Another week passes, and even though Wonyoung is clearly having trouble agreeing, she relents and lets her go back to her training routine. "But no heavy lifting," she says, pointing a finger at Yujin's startled face. "You have a head trauma."

"I just have a small cut, Wonyoung," Yujin corrects her. It's already mostly healed. She's got a funny fuzzy patch of hair around the wound. She touched it once, and it felt weird. "My training also doesn't have much weightlifting. It's easy to exclude."

Wonyoung nods, satisfied. "Good. I will also supervise you. Just in case." As soon as she says it, Yujin immediately knows it's a bad idea. Well, not 'bad' per se, really. Not 'bad' as in 'bad for their relationship.' Certainly bad for her training, though.

(Is this a relationship?)

Yujin's suspicions are proven to be right this same evening, and she briefly laments her wasted workout before kissing a breathless Wonyoung again. On the other hand, Wonyoung is certainly a form of workout. And more enjoyable than pretty much everything in her basement-turned-home gym where they currently are, with Wonyoung pressing her into the mat and squirming at gently kisses Yujin's raining down her neck. Looks like the ban on sex has finally been lifted, and Yujin is certainly not complaining.

She wonders if Wonyoung's aware just how much Yujin misses this. Needs this. Needs her.

"God, Yujin..."

"Just Yujin."

"How original."

"It's hard to be original with you on top of me." If it were any other day, Wonyoung would have scoffed. Maybe ground down on Yujin harder to make her squirm. But, as Wonyoung likes to remind her, she's got a head injury and Wonyoung would make an absolutely insufferable doctor one day. If she decides in favor for med school, that is. They haven't decided yet.

(They?)

So, as soon as Yujin's words leave her mouth, Wonyoung immediately rolls off, her expression one of concern. "Was I smothering you?" It's evident that Wonyoung only heard 'hard' and 'you on top of me' and jumped to less gross conclusions than she usually would have.

Yujin groans, plopping onto the mat. Wonyoung is sweet and lovable, but this is becoming too much. Okay, that's a lie. She likes it. The constant doting that Wonyoung has been doing. But right now that's not what she has in mind. "Wonyoung," she starts, propping herself up on her elbows. "How did you even come to this conclusion?" And, really. She can bench press her own weight, and Wonyoung has to be at least ten percent lighter than her. Maybe even more. And about being able to branch press her own weight. "I lift you all the time."

Wonyoung smiles briefly before sobering up. "But you're not injured all the time." And there it is. Something that Yujin expected to happen as soon as her health wasn't in immediate danger. Brown eyes flash with barely concealed guilt, and she sighs, grasping Wonyoung's hand with her own. It's so soft compared to hers. She brushes her thumb over Wonyoung's knuckles, and the girl lets out a sigh.

"Wonyoung." She smiles her 'barely-there' smile, and brown eyes soften. "I'm fine. It's been a little over two weeks."

Yujin thinks she's succeeded, just for a moment. But Wonyoung is nothing if not stubborn. Her gaze falls, and she stands, brushing herself off. "Still, I shouldn't have jumped you like that."

This conversation is long overdue, and Yujin mentally kicks herself for not starting it sooner. "Wonyoung." She follows her step sister, rising to her feet as well. She's sweaty and feels a little gross, but this is important. "I'm fine." She takes her hand again, and Wonyoung doesn't try to shake her off. She watches as Wonyoung's fingers run over the boxing wraps she's still wearing. She smirks a little as she remembers Wonyoung's breathless 'leave them on' before kissing her.