Match Making

Chapter 8: Cuddling Closer

                                                           -----Yoona-----

"See you guys later," said Jisoo, waving cheerfully before leaving for her date with Joon. The room buzzed with excitement for their day out, but also a touch of envy for those staying behind.

"What are we going to do all day?" Ji-a wondered aloud, her eyes scanning the room for ideas.

"I was thinking, when we went on our dates, what were the others doing?" Ji-won mused, looking thoughtful.

"We all played hide and seek that day. It was quite fun," Yeji said with a smile, remembering the laughter and excitement of that day.

"How about we all watch a movie?" Jae-hyuk suggested, his face lighting up with enthusiasm.

"Okay!" everyone replied in unison, their voices overlapping with excitement.

"I'll get the snacks," Jin said, jumping up and heading toward the kitchen.

"I'll get the blankets," Hyun-woo volunteered, moving swiftly to gather the coziest ones.

Once Jin returned with an array of snacks—popcorn, chips, candy, and soda—the living room was already being transformed into a cozy movie den. Hyun-woo spread out the blankets.

After some debate, we finally settled on a movie that everyone was excited about. The lights were dimmed, and the room filled with the familiar hum of the opening credits.

Sangwon was sitting beside me, and my thoughts drifted back to last night. The memory of our time together, the warmth of our embrace, and the shared laughter replayed in my mind. I found myself glancing at him, observing his small, endearing movements—how he adjusted his position, how he reached for a snack, and how his eyes flickered with interest at the screen.

At one point, he looked over at me and smiled, his eyes twinkling with that same warmth from the night before. I felt a flutter in my chest and moved a bit closer, sharing my blanket with him. The proximity made my heart race, but it also felt right, and comforting.

Without really thinking about it, we started cuddling. Sangwon gently placed one hand on my waist, his touch warm and reassuring. His other hand rested on my leg, pulling me closer. I nestled into him, feeling the steady rhythm of his breathing and the comforting beat of his heart.

As the movie played on, its plot becoming a soft backdrop to our moment, I felt Sangwon's steady breaths and the gentle hold he had on me. The sounds of the film, the crinkle of snack wrappers, and the soft rustle of blankets all faded into the background. All that mattered was our closeness, the silent communication of comfort and affection.

Every so often, I would look up at him, catching his gaze and exchanging soft smiles. His touch was gentle yet firm, a constant reminder of his presence and care. I felt a sense of peace and contentment wash over me, the memory of last night blending seamlessly into the warmth of the present moment.

At one point, Sangwon leaned down and whispered, "This is nice, isn't it?"

"Very," I replied softly, resting my head against his shoulder. The movie continued to play, but all I could focus on was the connection we shared, growing stronger with each passing moment.

The room was filled with the soft glow of the screen and the muted conversations of our friends. The atmosphere was perfect, cozy, and intimate, with the shared warmth of blankets and the delightful aroma of popcorn filling the air.

Sangwon's embrace was firm yet tender, his hand occasionally stroking my back in gentle, soothing motions. Every touch sent a ripple of warmth through me, making me feel cherished and secure. I could hear his heartbeat, steady and calm, matching the serene rhythm of the moment.

Our friends were engrossed in the movie, their laughter and comments adding to the lively atmosphere. But for Sangwon and me, it felt like we were in our little world. His proximity, his touch, and his presence created a bubble of intimacy that made everything else fade away.

As the movie reached a particularly funny scene, Sangwon and I shared a quiet laugh, our eyes meeting with a shared understanding. It was in these small moments that I felt our bond strengthening, our connection deepening with every shared smile, and every gentle touch.

Eventually, the movie ended, and the room filled with the sounds of stretching and murmurs of enjoyment. Reluctantly, we pulled away from our embrace, but the warmth of the moment lingered.

"That was a good movie," Hyun-woo said, breaking the comfortable silence.

"Yeah, it was," I agreed, glancing at Sangwon. He smiled at me, a look of contentment and happiness on his face.

As we tidied the living room, I couldn't help but feel grateful for the day's simple joys and the deepening connection with Sangwon.