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JJ - 19

I woke up with Jieun wrapped around me, her arm draped across my chest, and my mind instantly flashed back to last night—everything she said, everything I said. The way her voice shook when she asked me what we were doing, like she was so desperate for an answer and needed me to tell her this wasn't a mistake 

I could barely tell myself that.

The truth was, I wasn't just scared. I was fucking terrified now.

I wanted her. I had gone after her. I had pushed this thing between us to the limit, and in the end, I pressured her to admit how she felt. But now it was real, now it had happened... I didn't think about how complicated this would be. Not that I cared what people thought of me—I've never cared about that. But Jieun? She wouldn't make it. People would judge it, talk shit, spread rumors. She would be crushed under that.

And my parents... Jesus, I didn't even want to think about their reaction. They were everything to me, and I knew what this would look like to them. It was not even about what other people would say; it was about how they would see me as.

I was never the type of person to just throw the word 'love' around so casually. I didn't understand how people could say something so serious so easily. But at that moment, looking at her, even after we had committed something so immoral, it just felt right. 

I let out a slow breath, feeling the weight of the world on me. I thought I was ready for this. I thought I understood what I was getting myself into, but I didn't. It was a mess. It was difficult. And I didn't know if my sister could handle it. I had to, though.

I looked at her, sleeping so peacefully, and for a second, I wished I could just go back—back to when I first started having those mental crises and perverted thoughts about her. But then I remembered the way she kissed me, the way she looked at me like I was the only thing important in her life, and I knew I was in too deep. 

Neither of us brought up the issue regarding the future after that. We just... didn't talk about it. I didn't know if she was avoiding it, but I definitely was. It felt easier that way. But after that night, things between us changed. 

I couldn't even explain it. The minute we were alone, a switch flipped. We had been holding back for so long, and now that we had crossed that line, there was no going back. It wasn't just about the physical stuff—though yeah, that was a huge part of it—but there was this need. This craving. I would look at her, she would look back, and before either of us said a word, we were already halfway to tearing each other's clothes off.

I wasn't sure if it was because our parents might be coming home soon and the fact that we wouldn't have the chance to enjoy it the way we were, but it definitely was getting out of hand.