define 𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗵 -
⋆⭒˚.⋆. 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 (𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦) 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘺
| 𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵
two childhood best friends find their way back to each other, healing old wounds and falling in love - again.
enhypen lee...
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Blushes
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THE SMELL of brewed coffee, buttery toast, and warm oatmeal lingered in the air, mingling with the faint sounds of birds chirping outside the windows. The little clock on the wall ticked steadily, marking the slow progression of a Monday morning.
Haneul sat at the dining table in a pale blue blouse and soft beige cardigan, her hair tied loosely at the nape of her neck. A mug of coffee sat in front of her, her spoon gently swirling inside it as her thoughts wandered far from the table.
"You're up earlier than usual," her dad remarked as he walked in, adjusting his glasses and carrying the morning paper. He gave her a curious glance as he poured himself a cup of coffee. "Big day at the library?"
"Not really," Haneul replied, blinking back into the present and offering a small smile. "Just... felt like starting early."
Her mom slid a plate of scrambled eggs and toast in front of her, eyeing her daughter as she took her seat. "You were humming while brushing your teeth earlier," she said, a teasing lilt in her voice. "Something you want to share?"
Haneul flushed, looking down at her plate. "Nope. Just in a good mood."
"Mhm," her dad muttered behind the paper, but Haneul could hear the grin in his voice. "Does this 'good mood' have anything to do with a certain young man named Heeseung?"
She gave a noncommittal shrug, but the way her mouth curled slightly at the corners gave her away.
Her mom raised a brow. "So, what did you two do last night? You didn't say much when you came home. You looked like you were floating."
Haneul hesitated, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. "We had dinner. I surprised him for his birthday. Took him to this rooftop place and... I gave him something."
Her dad peeked over the newspaper. "What kind of something?"
"A journal," she said softly. "I wrote little things in it... things I never said aloud."
Her mom's expression melted instantly. "Oh, sweetheart."
"I didn't know how he'd react," Haneul admitted, pushing her toast around her plate. "I've never done anything like that for anyone."
"And?" her dad prompted.
Haneul's lips parted slowly into a full smile, one that was shy and radiant all at once. "He loved it. He really, really loved it. And... I told him I was ready."
