invisible string theory 𝙟.𝙮𝙝

sixteen

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Mi-cha lay on her bed, trying to focus on the ceiling, her heart racing as she stole glances at Yunho. His silhouette was a distraction, the soft lines of his physique illuminated just enough by the light from her bedside lamp. She felt a flutter of warmth at the sight of him, a mix of admiration and nerves surged through her.

After what felt like an eternity of laying awkwardly and restlessly in their respective beds, Mi-cha shifted again, trying to find a comfortable position. She was lost in her thoughts, her heart racing from him taking his shirt off.

Just as she finally started drifting off, she rolled off the edge of the bed, not realising how close she was to Yunho's mattress.

With a thud, she landed inches from his face, her breath catching in her throat as she stared wide-eyed at him. As she lay there, she realised Yunho's eyes had grown heavy with sleep. She hadn't noticed before, but a soft snore began to fill the quiet room. The sight of him so relaxed and unguarded made her smile.

Feeling silly for falling onto his air mattress, she shuffled back to her bed. However, just as she started to inch away, Yunho stirred, his hand reaching out instinctively.

Before she could react, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her closer, tugging her in for a cuddle. "Hey, what are you doing?" Mi-cha squeaked, surprised by the sudden movement and the warmth of his body so close to hers.

"Shh...," he murmured sleepily, wrapping an arm around her waist and drawing her in against his chest, his breath warm against her hair. "It's cosy, just stay like this."

Her heart raced, caught off guard by the sudden intimacy of the moment. She felt his heartbeat against her, steady and comforting, and she couldn't help but melt into his embrace.

"Yunho, you're snoring," she whispered, trying to keep her voice light, though she was secretly enjoying the closeness.

"Yeah, well, I can't help it when I sleep," he mumbled, his eyes still closed, pulling her tighter against him. "And you're warm. So just... relax."

Mi-cha found herself unable to resist the urge to snuggle into him more comfortably, feeling safe and strangely content in his arms. It was as if all the earlier awkwardness had melted away, replaced by a sense of comfort and closeness she hadn't anticipated.

"Are you seriously just going to sleep like this?" she teased, her heart pounding as she felt his body against her.

"I didn't hear you complaining until now," he replied, a playful tilt to his voice, even as he snuggled deeper into the mattress. "Besides, it feels nice."

Her cheeks flushed as she let out a nervous laugh. "Okay, but this is going to be weird in the morning."

"Who cares about tomorrow?" Yunho said, his voice turning drowsy as he settled back into the mattress, keeping her close. "Right now, this is perfect."

Mi-cha couldn't argue with that. Despite the racing thoughts through her mind, she felt a sense of peace wash over her as they lay there, cocooned in each other's warmth. She closed her eyes, allowing herself to relax in his embrace, comforted by the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath her.

As she began to drift off, her thoughts shifted to how different this night had turned out compared to what she'd expected. What had started as an awkward evening had transformed into something unexpectedly sweet and intimate.

With Yunho by her side, she felt like she could face whatever the morning would bring, as long as they were together.