PRECIOUS - PARK SEONGHWA

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Later that evening, the tension that had hung over them for days had finally begun to lift, but an undercurrent of something deeper remained. They hadn't truly addressed all of their feelings, but the unspoken words between them said enough for now.

As they walked inside, the silence was different this time-more comfortable, more familiar. Y/n hesitated by the door, looking up at Seonghwa, and for the first time in a long while, they really saw each other.

Seonghwa stepped closer, his heart pounding, the weight of the last few days hanging between them. He reached out slowly, his hand brushing her cheek, his touch tentative yet filled with longing. Y/n's breath caught as she leaned into his hand, her eyes meeting his with a mixture of hesitation and desire.

"I'm sorry," she whispered again, her voice barely audible.

"You've already said that,"Seonghwa replied softly, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw. "But maybe we should stop talking."

Y/n nodded, her heart racing as she closed the distance between them. Without another word, Seonghwa leaned down, capturing her lips with his. The kiss was slow at first, almost cautious, as if they were both testing the waters. But the longer they held each other, the more their built-up emotions spilled over-anger, sadness, regret, and above all, a longing to reconnect.

Seonghwa deepened the kiss, his hands finding their way to her waist, pulling her closer. Y/n responded in kind, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pressed herself against him. It was as if the days of avoiding each other had only fueled the intensity between them, every kiss and touch igniting a fire they'd been holding back for too long.

They stumbled together towards the couch, falling into the cushions without breaking their kiss. Seonghwa's hands roamed her body, exploring her curves as though he needed to remind himself of every inch of her. Y/n gasped softly, her pulse quickening as she tugged at his shirt, pulling him even closer.

As they continued to lose themselves in each other, it wasn't just about passion-it was about healing. Every touch, every kiss, every breath was a step toward mending what had been broken between them. It wasn't perfect, but it was real, raw, and honest.

When they finally broke apart, breathless and flushed, Seonghwa rested his forehead against hers, their bodies still entangled.

They stayed like that for a moment, holding each other close, the warmth of their embrace enough to fill the silence. This was their way forward-no more avoiding, no more hiding, just the two of them, willing to work through the hard moments together.

As the night settled in around them, they found solace in each other's presence, knowing that while the road ahead might be difficult, they were both committed to walking it side by side.