FATED

{14} PARTIALLY

"Is it for forever?"

MATURE CONTENT

Yura, after returning from the walk, decided to take a shower and get ready for bed. Her thoughts were consumed by one thing: how would Jeonghan react to her confession? Would he reject her or accept her feelings? The chances seemed evenly split, with no certainty either way.

Trying to shake off her anxious thoughts, she finished her shower, wrapped a robe around herself, and began her skincare routine. As she was applying her lip balm, a sudden knock on the door startled her.

Yura's heart raced as she peered through the peephole and saw Jeonghan standing outside. Confused and surprised by his unexpected visit, she quickly opened the door.

"Hannie? What are-" Before she could finish her words, Jeonghan leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. Yura, startled at first, soon began to kiss him back.

The kiss was passionate, their tongues intertwining, but gentle. Jeonghan closed the hotel door with his back and moved one of his hands to her waist and the other to her cheek. Yura put both of her hands on Jeonghan's neck, deepening the kiss.

Jeonghan lifted Yura and carried her to the bed without breaking the kiss. He gently laid her down and pulled away slightly, giving them both a moment to breathe. His hand moved to her cheek, caressing it tenderly.

Yura, with her big doe eyes, looked up at him.

"Tell me to stop this, Angel, and I will," Jeonghan said softly while caressing her cheek.

"I want this, I want you, Hannie," Yura replied, pulling him back into the kiss. Jeonghan responded eagerly, and Yura's hands made their way to his shirt buttons, unbuttoning them.

Jeonghan chuckled when he realized Yura wanted the shirt off his body. He broke the kiss momentarily and threw his shirt aside.

Jeonghan gazed down at Yura, his eyes filled with an intensity that made her heart race. "You don't know how long I've wanted this," he murmured, his voice husky.

Yura's fingers traced the contours of his chest, her touch sending shivers down his spine. "I think I do," she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of nerves and desire.

Jeonghan leaned in, capturing her lips again, this time with more urgency. His hands roamed over her body, memorizing every curve and eliciting soft gasps from Yura.