invisible string theory 𝙟.𝙮𝙝

fifteen

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Mi-cha's mother finished setting up the air mattress in her room with surprising speed, fluffing pillows and adjusting the bedding until everything looked cosy. "There you go! All set for you, Yunho," she said cheerfully, stepping back to admire her handiwork.

Standing awkwardly, Mi-cha's heart raced as she glanced between her mother and Yunho. "Um, maybe it would be better if we--" she started, but her mother waved her off, oblivious to the tension building in the air.

"Nonsense! You two will be just fine, It's a big room," her mum insisted, beaming as she made her way down the hallway to her bedroom. "I'll leave you to it! Goodnight, you two!"

With that, she disappeared, leaving Mi-cha and Yunho standing in the softly lit room, the door gently closing behind her. Mi-cha felt a rush of heat in her cheeks as she turned to face Yunho, who was now looking around her bedroom with a mix of curiosity and amusement.

"This is... cosy," he said, flashing her a playful smile that made her stomach jump.

"Yeah, sorry about this," she replied, trying to keep her tone light despite the awkwardness. "I didn't think my mum would set up the air mattress in here. I thought it would be in the living room or something."

Yunho chuckled, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Well, I guess it makes sense. She wants to make sure I'm comfortable."

"Right," Mi-cha said, her voice trailing off as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other. The air felt thick with unspoken words and a lingering tension that sent her heart racing. She could feel the closeness between them in a way that was both exciting and nerve-wracking.

"Do you... mind... if I sleep on the floor?" Yunho suggested, breaking the silence. His tone was light, but there was a hint of something more in his eyes, something that made her pulse quicken.

"No! You don't have to," she protested quickly, her heart pounding. "You can take the bed, it's fine."

Yunho raised an eyebrow, "Are you sure? I don't want to make things weird."

She took a step closer, the air crackling between them, and shook her head. "It's already weird, Yunho," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

As Mi-cha took a step closer to Yunho, her heart raced with trepidation. She could feel the energy in the room shift, a charged current crackling between them that was impossible to ignore. At that moment, she sensed that he was just as aware of it as she was.

Yunho's breath caught slightly, and his eyes widened just a fraction. He wasn't expecting her approach, and she could see the nervousness flicker across his face. In his mind, she could tell he was probably wondering if she was about to kiss him, the possibility hanging heavily in the air.

But as Mi-cha continued to move closer, the small space between them suddenly felt insurmountable. She noticed the shift in his expression, his uncertainty blending with anticipation, and she could feel her own heart pounding in her chest.

There was an almost magnetic pull between them, "um," she started, her voice soft and slightly breathless. His breath caught slightly as if he expected her to lean in for a kiss.

However, just as he seemed to hold his breath, she sidestepped him, reaching for the doorknob of the ensuite behind him. "I just need to grab something from in here," she said, her voice light as she pushed the door open.