Playing Solo || SL x Gamer Girl Reader

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Jin Woo's POV

Soft. Warm. Pleasant. That's what I felt when I woke up. I wanted to pull away, but stopped when a persistent iron-like grip stopped me. I cracked an eye open. When I did, I saw strands of (h/c) hair. (H/c) hair?

I jolted out of my sleeping position to see that (Y/n) was laying beside me, sound asleep with a small smile present on her lips. She looked so beautiful, so ethereal. The way her (h/c) hair messily splayed on the pillow she slept on, the way that playful yet relaxed smile played on her lips– everything was so uniquely (Y/n).

Unable to resist the urge, I placed a hand on her cheek. She leaned into the palm of my hand and nuzzled into it. How can someone so precious like her ever exist? By now, I knew for a fact that I had a crush on (Y/n), and there was no way I could ever force my feelings to dissipate, so it was time I embraced it.

Though, my feelings were far from rational. Someone I had only come to know for a little over two months— someone I barely knew, I was already smitten with. Even if I barely knew anything about her or her past, I believed that (Y/n), from her personality to mannerisms, were all genuine.

I could tell that the person, (L/n) D. (Y/n), wasn't fabricated. Besides (Y/n), I couldn't see myself falling this hard for anyone else. Breaking me out of my train of thought was a sleepy yawn produced by hers truly, (Y/n).

"Morning Jin," she said, voice groggy. "How was your sleep? Good? Bad?"

"It was pleasant." I responded, noting how cute she looked when she rubbed her eyes.

"Same here. I didn't have nightmares," she softly grinned. I stared at her, nightmares? "Let me prepare breakfast for you. What do you want?"

"Are you sure you'd like to cook? We could order out," I suggested.

"Are you seriously that petrified that I'd poison you with my cooking or something? I just wanted to do you a favor for letting me stay with you," she leaned onto me, her soft smile shifting into a more devious teasing smirk; a look that I was accustomed to and had grown to love.

"I wasn't afraid that you'd poison me. By now, you should already know that I'm immune to all poisons. I was afraid of inconveniencing you." I truthfully said.

She looked taken aback by my truthful response. Her haughty expression shifted into a softer, calmer smile. One thing that I absolutely adored about (Y/n) was her ever changing face, and how brazenly she'd show her emotions. She's always been expressive, the opposite of myself.

"Oh, you don't have to worry about that. In fact, I'd love to cook for you," she slipped off the bed. "I think I'll make you something simple. Some pancakes with butter, maple syrup and fruit? Is that good enough?"

"Anything you make sounds good to me," great job mouth, running on like that without even allowing me to think.

"Aww, you're too sweet," she cooed. "Then I hope my cooking will meet your standards."

We both left my room, our movements still sluggish due to only recently awakening. I sat on the dining table while (Y/n) waltzed into the kitchen. I watched her quickly yet professionally prepare the pancakes. The smell of freshly baked sweets wafted in the air, filling my senses. It wasn't an overwhelming scent of sweetness, it was just right— the way I liked it.

I observed the (h/c)ette as she hummed a tune whilst softly tapping her foot on the floor, creating a rhythmic beat. From where I sat, I could only admire how enchanting she looked. Soft orange rays of dawn illuminated her figure was simply perfect, making her look akin to an angel sent from above.