I'M (NOT) MARRIED || YUCHAE

THIRTY

(A/N: hold on tight this chapter... spicy description ahead 😇)
chp. 30

Tuesday.

Chaeryeong's mind raced with thoughts of how to delay Yuna's departure for her job in Italy. She had even considered injuring herself again, but the memory of the pain she had endured before was enough to dissuade her from such extreme measures.

Tomorrow marked the day when Yuna would leave, leaving Chaeryeong to spend the next two and a half weeks alone. The writer knew that she should be supportive and give Yuna the space she needed to pursue her career. After all, she had survived and thrived before meeting Yuna, so she should be capable of weathering these weeks alone, right?

"Chaeryeong?" Yuna's fingers snapped in front of her face, bringing her back to reality. "Lost in thought again?"

Chaeryeong cleared her throat and offered a smile. "Sorry, I drifted off."

"No worries," Yuna shook her head, her eyes filled with concern. "Are you alright? You've been zoning out more often than usual."

The raven-haired writer hesitated, reluctant to voice her worries as she didn't want to hold Yuna back from her work, knowing how important her career was to the actor. However, she couldn't help but feel a tinge of selfishness creeping in.

"I'm fine," Chaeryeong shrugged, a forced smile gracing her lips. "I'll miss you."

Yuna's expression softened immediately, as if she felt responsible for Chaeryeong's distant behavior. "I'm here."

"I know, but tomorrow you won't be," Chaeryeong replied, her voice tinged with sadness.

"Then shouldn't we focus on enjoying tonight instead of dreading tomorrow?" Yuna chuckled, reaching out to brush a stray strand of hair behind Chaeryeong's ear. "Wasn't that one of the topics you covered in your magazines?"

Surprised, Chaeryeong didn't expect Yuna to actually read her magazines, let alone remember the specific topics she had covered. "You read them?"

Yuna chuckled fondly and withdrew her hand, returning to her fork. "I like you, don't I?"

Chaeryeong's heart fluttered at Yuna's simple words, momentarily forgetting her worries as a warm smile spread across her face. It was moments like these that reminded her of their deep connection and shared affection.

"I'm sorry, I'll try to focus on tonight," Chaeryeong said, resting her chin on top of her hand. "So, will you finally tell me about how you fell for me at the modeling event?"

Yuna's affectionate gaze wavered, replaced by a hint of embarrassment. She was starting to regret mentioning it before.

Dinner passed, and the two of them settled into the cozy living room, nestled in a fort they had constructed with pillows and blankets. The movie playing on the TV served as a pleasant background noise, while their voices took center stage, engaged in lighthearted and random conversations.

But as the night wore on, their playful banter soon escalated into a passionate make-out session, threatening to topple their cute pillow fort above them.

Their kisses grew passionate, desperate, and fueled by the intensity of their emotions. Chaeryeong's hands roamed Yuna's body, tracing the curves and contours she had memorized so well. Yuna's fingers tangled in Chaeryeong's hair, pulling her closer, their lips moving in perfect harmony.

"Yuna..." Chaeryeong whispered in pleasure as she felt Yuna's lips trailing down her neck hungrily, sucking certain spots that would surely leave marks. The sensation sent shivers down her spine, igniting a hunger she couldn't deny.