TWINEMY (Hyunjin FF)

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(I'm finally back from vacation, so updates can come early again instead of randomly throughout the day :>)

~ Sam ~

Today, I was gonna begin to use Hyunjin's advice. He seemed genuine when he gave it, so maybe he means the best.

He said that I shouldn't be afraid to be in a relationship with Jisung if I'm ready to. And I think I am.

From the perspective of it not being very long since I took self-reflection time, I'm not ready. But then I thought into how Jisung and I interact where we are in our current relationship.

We kiss. We hold hands. We adore each other. We hug. We make out, at least we did once. I love him.

Whatever we're doing now is basically dating, just without the label and commitment. But I want that. I want him to be my boyfriend and only him.

And, yeah, that terrifies me. I'm so scared of so much at every turn, but I'm trying my best to do what makes me happy, rather than what makes me feel mad.

Everything I did. Every interaction. It all was just to make me mad. Mad at my dad, so that I wouldn't turn out like him. But I did in the end.

So now I want to be happy.

I patted his head gently as I approached him. He wasn't expecting me, since we don't have first period together, so he jumped a bit before he saw it was me.

"God. I almost screamed," he said with a wide heart-smile. He scooted around in the seat to half-face me.

"Hey, Ji." I leaned on his chair and looked down at him. Was I ignoring the other people at the table....? Yes. It's fine. I'm just whipped.

"What're you doing here? And why weren't you at school yesterday?" He had wide, hopeful eyes.

"Just wanted to see you before school. I wanted to sleep in yesterday, so don't worry. You slept well?" I rested my palm over his forehead in an act to check his temperature, but internally just wanting to touch him.

He hummed in thought before nodding. "I was just really tired Sunday night."

"Mm." I brushed his hair a bit as he kept looking at me.

"Why'd you want to see me?"

I pinched his cheeks and moved them around a bit in fun. "No reason. I just like seeing you."

He raised his eyebrows to show he was satisfied with my answer and then pushed my hands off. "I want to ask you something."

I nodded.

"Can I ask you out?"

My heart momentarily stopped, but I pushed through to respond. "Of course you can. You mean on dates, correct?"

"Yeah. We can go on dates and.. maybe date date when you're ready??"

I nodded and brought up a finger to his lips. "Sounds good, babe."

He turned red and scooted to face the table again. "You're crazy," he mumbled.

"When's our first date?"

He turned back and thought deeply.

I laughed after a minute of him choosing, as if it was life or death. "Take me to somewhere special." With that, I gave him the rest of the day to decide and left.

——

"A... rage room?" I gulped. This sounded like a lot of fun. Especially because I'm a massive dick who is barely able to contain his anger.

"Yep! I thought it'd be nice. You've been a lot better, and I bet it's been really hard. So you can let it out here."

I reached to intertwine our fingers and entered the squat building.

"Hey, what can I get you two?"

We paid for the room and equipment, including tools to break and things to break. To begin, he chose a sledgehammer while I used a huge ax.

We went around wrecking things like TVs, wooden appliances, and lego towers.

"God. That's fun, but really scary. I feel like I might end up hitting you if I get carried away," he breathlessly commented right beside me as we took a break.

"It was fun. The time is almost up, though. Let's put it to good use."

We exchanged weapons and went about destroying even more diverse objects, before a voice came over the speaker in our room, announcing, "Time is up. Please put your things down and exit the room."

We left and sat down on the curb outside to decide where we'd go next.

"Cafe? It's basic, but I really like it."

"Yeah, sure." When he went to stand up, I cupped his face and pressed a little smooch to his lips.

He gasped and covered his mouth. "Why all of a sudden?!"

"I wanted to."

He grumbled and kicked the rocks at his feet. "You make my heart hurt to know we're not dating yet."

I frowned and took his hand so we could start walking. "Really?"

"Yeah.."

"Aw." Thinking hard about my next words, I nervously offered, "Let's date, then. Your heart can he happy then, when I kiss you."

"But.. You said you needed time." His hold on my hand tightened a bit.

"And I've had time. All the time has shown me is that what we have is nearly the same as dating is anyways and that I can't let you wait when I don't want to either."

He let out a breath and stopped us. "So you're asking me to be your boyfriend? Or am I way off?"

"You're completely right. I want to be your boyfriend finally."

"Wow." He looked way beyond happy and flustered. "Yes! I'll be your boyfriend. A hundred times over!"

I cooed and hugged him loosely. "Okay, baby. Let's keep walking, shall we?"

"Wait..."

"Yeah?"

He kept the pace, so I didn't stop either.

"Does this mean you might.. like.. have sex with me again?"

My face went hot in a millisecond and all words failed me. "You— I— Uh.. Woah.."

"Sorry. I shouldn't have asked," he mumbled quietly.

I shook my head violently as I stepped in front of him so he could see it. "You can ask! And. Uh. Yeah. We can. Whenever it like naturally happens. I'm not against it."

He smiled and nodded. "Okay!" He continued on by skipping, showing how excited my answer made him.

I let out a breath and smiled painfully wide. He's my boyfriend now. Jisung's my boyfriend. And we're gonna have sex.

I like this.