Daylight To Her Midnight | YJH | Seventeen Fanfic

Chapter: 28

The soft light of the afternoon sun streamed through the thin curtains, casting a warm glow across the small room. The quiet hum of the city outside seemed distant, muted by the thick walls of the mansion. Inside, the air was thick with the familiar scent of vanilla and coffee, a comforting aroma that usually brought peace to those who entered. But today, the atmosphere was charged with something else—an unmistakable excitement that hovered between the two figures in the room.

"Miya, I told you I'm sick. Please, can we go tomorrow instead?" Daehan's voice was muffled as he buried his face deeper into the pillow, trying to escape both the light and Miyeon's insistence.

Miyeon, with her usual stubbornness, was having none of it. Her small hands tugged at his arm, her brows furrowed in determination. "No can do," she insisted, her voice a mixture of playfulness and resolve. "Your birthday is today, not tomorrow."

Daehan sighed, his resistance beginning to wane. "Birthdays come every year, Miya. It's no big deal," he argued, though the slight twitch at the corners of his lips betrayed him. He couldn't help but be amused by her persistence.

Miyeon saw this and pounced on it, a triumphant smile spreading across her face. "Yeah, sure, but you only turn twenty once. So stop acting like a deranged idiot and get up!"

Daehan finally relented, sitting up slowly and putting his arm around her shoulders, pulling her close. His voice softened as he looked into her eyes. "You're not going to back off, are you?"

"Nope," she replied, her voice firm but affectionate. She turned her face away, trying to hide the blush that crept up her cheeks. She knew she had him right where she wanted.

"Well then," Daehan said with a resigned sigh, "I guess I have no choice but to accept whatever I'm being bestowed with." He chuckled, and in one smooth motion, he planted a soft kiss on her shoulder, his lips brushing against her skin like a whisper. Miyeon giggled at the sensation, her heart fluttering in her chest.

She turned to face him, playfully slapping his chest. "What do you think you're doing, Mr. Choi?"

Daehan grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Having my best birthday present," he said, leaning in to kiss her cheek. Miyeon's laughter filled the room, a bright sound that momentarily banished the tension.

"Dae—" she began, her voice trailing off as she lost herself in the warmth of the moment.

But their tender exchange was abruptly interrupted by a deep voice from the doorway. "Why is it that whenever I find you two, you're always eating each other's faces?" The voice was laced with amusement, cutting through the air like a knife.

Startled, Miyeon and Daehan jumped apart, their heads snapping towards the door. There stood Wonwoo, his tall frame leaning casually against the doorframe, one eyebrow raised in a teasing smirk.

"Well—" Wonwoo began, but before he could finish, two pillows came flying at him, thrown with surprising accuracy by the embarrassed couple.

"You two are devil incarnations," Wonwoo sighed dramatically, catching one of the pillows mid-air. He gestured towards the door with his free hand. "We need to leave now. The day isn’t getting any longer."

The scene shifted like a dream, the cozy room dissolving into a blur of colors and soft hues, and when it reformed, Miyeon and Daehan were sitting inside her small car, the city streets stretching out before them as she drove.

"You really don't have to do all this for me, you know," Daehan said from the passenger seat, his tone both grateful and slightly admonishing.

Miyeon kept her eyes on the road, her hands gripping the steering wheel a bit tighter than usual. "I'd do anything for you," she replied, her voice quiet but firm. "This is just a small bit. So shut up and look forward to it."