Let's Not Falling In Love (1st Book) (FIXED)

Two people

The day after yesterday, she had spent the entire day with Momo and Nayeon.
​She eventually decided to visit the hospital to check on her heart, which couldn't stop beating so fast whenever she was around the two of them. She genuinely feared she might be suffering from heart disease. Yet, after spending the entire day undergoing various tests, the results came back clear: she was in perfect health, and there was nothing wrong with her heart.
​"What on earth is wrong with me?" she muttered, sitting on a bench in the park near her campus.
​Why am I angry when I should be relieved that I'm healthy? she thought to herself.
​She wandered around campus to pass the time while waiting for her exam results. Spotting Nayeon walking through the lobby, she instinctively ducked out of sight.
​Woah, my heart...
​"Yoo Jeongyeon?"
​She heard the familiar voice of the person who made her heart race call her name.
​"Yes, Miss?" she said, stepping out from her hiding spot.
​"Did you hide because you already knew you have to take a remedial test for my subject?"
​"What?!" she gasped, taken aback.
​"I thought you already knew," Nayeon said, raising an eyebrow.
​"That's impossible! How could I fail the easiest subject, which is literally just about letter writing?"
​"Are you doubting the subject I teach?" Nayeon asked, her tone turning sharp.
​"Oops," Jeongyeon squeaked, immediately running away.
​"Hey! I'll see you tomorrow in my class!" Nayeon yelled after her.
​"Alright!" Jeongyeon flashed a quick "OK" gesture as she ran.
​"Idiot," Nayeon chuckled softly under her breath.
​When Jeongyeon finally checked her grades across all her subjects, she was stunned. The only subject she had failed was Business Correspondence—the very class Nayeon taught. As it turned out, she was genuinely terrible at writing.
​Returning to her dorm, she found Momo sitting on the couch, happily eating jokbal.
​"Hi, Jeongyeon!" Momo greeted her, pig's feet held firmly in both hands.
​"So cute..." Jeongyeon murmured. Once again, her heart thudded wildly in her chest.
​"Argh!" She clutched her chest and rushed straight to her room.
​"Huh?" Momo blinked, puzzled by Jeongyeon's strange behavior. She had been acting this way whenever they were together, ever since the night they shared a room at the motel.
​Inside her room, Jeongyeon sat on the edge of her bed in a panic. "Emergency, emergency... I need to call Jackson to figure this out."
​"What's up?" Jackson bellowed into the receiver the moment he picked up.
​"Damn it, listen to me carefully. It's urgent!"
​"What is wrong with you? Calling me just to swear at me?" he complained, talking non-stop.
​"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! But can you stop yelling every time I call you?"
​"Fine!" he yelled again.
​"Okay, listen," Jeongyeon sighed.
​"Hmm?"
​"I have a... friend. And this friend says his heart beats ridiculously fast every time he's around these two girls. But after getting checked at the hospital, the doctors said his heart is perfectly fine. Do you know what's wrong with him?" she asked, trying her best to sound detached.
​"That's love, my friend!" Jackson said excitedly.
​"Bullshit! How could anyone be in love with two girls at the same time?" Jeongyeon shouted back.
​"Ow, my ears!" he groaned. "Look, it's totally possible. Let me put it simply: what's your favorite flavor at Baskin-Robbins?"
​"I love all of them," she said immediately. "Every flavor offers a different sensation, but they all taste great."
​"Exactly my point! You can love two—or even more—people at the same time."
​"But people aren't ice cream!"
​"When it comes to you, you always make love seem far more complicated than it needs to be," Jackson said knowingly.
​"I told you, it's not about me!"
​"Love isn't as complex as you think. Keep it simple." Jackson was a true friend; he knew instantly that she was talking about herself. Jeongyeon was never one to ask for relationship advice. She knew how to guide others, yet remained entirely lost when navigating her own feelings.
​"Let me ask you something," Jackson said, his tone softening. "Do you love your mom?"
​"Of course I do," she replied without hesitation.
​"Do you love your dad and your brother?"
​"Yes, obviously. What does that have to do with anything?" she asked, slightly annoyed.
​"See? You already love more than one person." He delivered the line with effortless coolness—she could practically envision his posture through the phone.
​Jeongyeon paused, slightly stunned. "Wow, your logic is impressive. Now I understand why you never feel burdened after a breakup and jump into a new relationship so quickly."
​"Because I view love simply," he boasted.
​"Well, thanks for your input. I feel a bit relieved knowing I'm not entirely broken for loving two people at once."
​"Aha! So it is about you!"
​"Oh! You tricked me!" Jeongyeon squeaked, abruptly hanging up the phone.
​Jeongyeon's P.O.V.
​My mother sent me to live in this house hoping I would pick up some feminine charm, convinced I was losing that side of myself.
​Instead, things went far beyond what either of us expected. I ended up sharing a roof with four undeniably attractive women. Each has her own distinct presence and charm: Mina is graceful and elegant; Sana effortlessly switches between cute and captivating; Momo transforms into someone intense and alluring when she dances, completely opposite to her innocent, endearing self offstage; and Nayeon is magnetic, seamlessly blending maturity with playfulness.
​Who wouldn't fall for them just by looking at them?
​According to Jackson Wang's philosophy, it is possible to love more than one person at once. His logic sounded convincing, though I probably shouldn't take romantic advice from a serial dater. I have no intention of playing with anyone's feelings, and I certainly won't sleep with someone unless there's genuine affection.
​Yet I still don't fully understand what love is. Is it merely a mix of desire and tenderness? All I know for certain is that my heart beats wildly for two people.
​Even if it feels too sudden to call it love, I will let fate take its course to reveal where my heart truly belongs—whether with one of them, or someone else entirely.
​"Jeongyeon, do you have any plans for your future?" Nayeon asked, looking over at me as I struggled through my writing exercises.
​We were sitting side by side in the front row of an empty classroom.
​"Future?" I blinked at her, clueless.
​"I mean, once you graduate with a business degree, where do you want to work? What do you want to become?" She seemed genuinely curious, eager to understand her pupil a little better.
​I scratched my head in confusion. "I don't really know. I only picked this major because my mom wanted me to. I haven't really thought about what comes next." I returned my focus to the paper.
​"Don't you have any dreams? Anything at all?"
​"Not really..." I shook my head.
​"Seriously?" Nayeon's eyes widened.
​"When I was a kid, I wanted to be a singer or a songwriter," I chuckled softly. "But then a lot of things happened, and those dreams just faded away."
​"Jeongyeon, you can't just drift through life without a direction," Nayeon said gently but firmly. "You can't just let things happen to you. You need to find a purpose."
​"You really sound like a lecturer right now," I teased, smiling.
​"I'm only saying this because I care about you," she admitted, a subtle blush dusting her cheeks as she looked away. "I don't want someone I care about to wander aimlessly."
​I leaned back, a sudden thought crossing my mind. "I think I just found what I want in life."
​"That fast?"
​I nodded.
​"So, what is it?" she asked curiously.
​"My purpose in life is to make you happy," I said with a silly grin.
​Nayeon stared at me in surprise, quickly covering her blushing face with her hands. "Hey! Give me a serious answer!" She swatted my shoulder playfully.
​"I am being serious. Besides, it's the easiest goal to reach—look, you're already smiling."
​"I am not! See? I'm frowning," she replied, attempting to scowl, though her eyes gave her away.
​"I'm finished, ma'am," I said, handing her my paper.
​Ever since I failed Business Correspondence, I had been spending a substantial amount of time with her. She insisted on helping me refine my writing skills, threatening to send me back to elementary school if I didn't improve. It bruised my pride a little, truth be told.
​"Look here—you made mistakes with your punctuation again," she noted, drawing red circles around my errors. Despite her strictness, she made the remedial process manageable as long as I put in the effort and showed progress.
​"Ah, sorry," I grinned sheepishly.
​"Do you understand the underlying structure, grammar, and purpose of these sections?"
​"I understand the theory, but applying it to paper is difficult. I've always disliked literature and writing, so it doesn't come naturally to me. Please be patient with me... and keep teaching me."
​Nayeon pulled her chair closer. We were entirely alone in the classroom.
​"What else would you like to learn from me, hmm?" she asked softly. She traced a single finger along my cheek, slowly gliding down to my chin. Her nail scraped lightly against my skin as she met my eyes with a gaze that felt entirely too intentional.
​"W-writing, of course... what else?" I stammered.
​"Oh? Just that?" A mischievous smile played on her lips. "You know, I could teach you other things..."
​She leaned closer, her breath warm against my lips.
​"Stop... we're on campus," I whispered, covering her mouth gently as I looked away. "I... I need to use the restroom."
​I quickly stood up and hurried out of the classroom. Once inside the restroom cubicle, I took a moment to compose myself before stepping back out to the sinks.
​"Oh, shi—"
​I gasped as Nayeon suddenly appeared, trapping me against the wall.
​"Ssh," she whispered, covering my mouth. "Did I scare you?" She let out a quiet laugh.
​"We can't do this here," I protested softly as she leaned in. "Someone might walk in."
​"It's safe," she assured me, her voice dropping. "I locked the main door, and there's hardly anyone around this late... it's fine."
​"But..." I could feel the heat rising to my face.
​"Why? Are you nervous?"
​I averted my eyes, entirely unprepared for how fast things were moving.
​"Let me cover your eyes. It'll help you relax," she whispered against my ear. Unwinding the light silk scarf from her neck, she gently tied it around my eyes as a blindfold.
​"Unnie..." Deprived of sight, I reached out blindly toward her.
​"Relax. I'm right here."
​Her hands found the nape of my neck, gently guiding my face closer to hers. I could hear the quiet rhythm of her breathing and catch the delicate trace of her perfume. The intensity heightening, my lips met hers; I could feel her soft smile against the kiss. Her fingers tangled into my hair while my hands instinctively settled on her hips.
​I desperately wanted to see her face. Pulling back slightly, I murmured, "Can I take this off?"
​"No. If you take it off, we stop."
​I let out a quiet groan of frustration.
​"Here... you know what to do," she murmured, guiding my hands upward until my palms rested against her chest, right over her lace bra.
​"Take it off," she instructed.
​"What?"
​"Unfasten it."
​Resting my chin on her shoulder, my hands reached around to her back to unhook the clasp. I traced kisses down the length of her neck, feeling the warmth of her skin. I wished I could see her, but she kept the blindfold firmly in place—whether out of shyness or a desire to heighten my senses, I couldn't tell.
​A quiet gasp escaped her lips as I continued, her breath growing shallow and uneven. I could feel my own body responding intensely to her proximity. Leaning down, I kissed her stomach before returning to her lips. She took my hand from her waist and guided it beneath her skirt, pressing against the damp silk of her underwear.
​Slipping my hand beneath the fabric, I felt her warmth.
​"Jeongyeon..." she whimpered softly, seeking closeness.
​A soft moan parted her lips as I moved my fingers, and I leaned in to kiss her deeper, trying to muffle the sound in the quiet space.
​Her hand trailed down my thigh, eventually brushing against the growing hardness beneath my trousers. But just as her fingers made contact, she suddenly froze and pushed me back.
​"What's wrong?" I asked immediately, withdrawing my hand.
​No response came.
​"Are you still there?"
​The scarf was suddenly untied and pulled away from my eyes. Blinkingly adjusting to the light, I saw Nayeon standing before me, fully dressed in her white button-down shirt, dark skirt, and silk scarf neatly repositioned around her neck. She was glaring at me, her jaw tight with confusion and annoyance.
​"Did I do something wrong?" I asked, completely bewildered.
​"You... have a...?" She gestured downward toward my lap.
​"Yeah... it's a penis," I admitted softly, lowering my head in embarrassment.
​Nayeon turned her head, letting out a sharp, sarcastic laugh.
​"You have a lot of explaining to do when we get back to the dorm," she said, rolling her eyes before turning on her heel and walking out, leaving me standing alone in silence.