Book 1, Chapter 17
𝖶𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝖲𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖨𝖼𝖾 𝖢𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆?
In the wee hours of the morning, around 5:00 AM, Jisu was deep in slumber, cocooned in the warmth of her bed. Slowly, consciousness began to reclaim her as a faint rustling noise drifted from somewhere beyond her room.
A groan escaped her lips as she lingered in that foggy space between sleep and wakefulness, her head pounding slightly. She debated whether to investigate the sound or surrender back to the comfort of her dreams.
After a few moments of silent deliberation, she reluctantly pushed herself to get up. Muttering a soft curse under her breath, she abandoned the embrace of her blankets and padded quietly out of her room.
Most of the house was still wrapped in darkness, the only light a thin beam streaming from the kitchen. The noise persisted, stirring her curiosity. Jisu frowned when she noticed the backyard door slightly ajar, but she chose to brush off the oddity for now, focusing instead on the sliver of light.
As she ventured further, she found Ryujin standing by the stove, her hair messily tied back in a loose ponytail, an apron draped over her like a protective shield. The sight was as unexpected as it was endearing.
“Holy shit!” Ryujin nearly jumped out of her skin, her hand flying to her chest as she turned, eyes wide, to find Jisu standing there.
“Sorry!” Jisu apologized quickly, raising her hands in surrender.
Ryujin’s cheeks colored faintly as she fumbled to regain her composure. She bit her lip, hesitating, as if battling an internal struggle on whether to speak. After a moment, she turned back to the stove, her fingers fidgeting with the apron strings, trying desperately to focus on the food simmering in front of her.
Calm down, she mentally scolded herself, but it was impossible not to notice how utterly adorable Jisu looked in the early morning light, her hair tousled from sleep.
“I...” Ryujin began, her voice faltering. She took a breath, her embarrassment palpable.
Jisu stepped closer, her curiosity piqued. “Go on, Ryujin. What is it?” she prompted gently.
Ryujin’s eyes flickered toward Jisu for a fleeting second before dropping back to the stove. “I wanted to... make breakfast for you,” she finally confessed, her words barely above a whisper.
“You really didn’t have to,” Jisu replied, though a teasing smile played on her lips. She was tempted to poke fun at Ryujin’s sudden shyness, but decided against it for now. “Chaeryeong usually jumps at the chance to cook for me.”
“But I wanted to be the one to do it this time,” Ryujin blurted out, almost defensively. Her movements became hurried as she grabbed two plates, along with matching sets of spoons, forks, and glasses from the cabinet. She set them on the table with exaggerated care, all the while avoiding Jisu’s gaze.
Jisu chuckled softly, her heart swelling at the gesture. “Well, I’m certainly not going to say no to breakfast,” she said, her grin widening. “Thanks for making the effort, moon of my life.”
Ryujin froze for a moment, then turned to Jisu with a small, shy smile. “Anything for you, my sun and stars,” she responded softly, her voice laced with sincerity.
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Roses and Thorns (Jinlia)
FanfictionIn a world that seemed straight out of a film, Jisu found herself caught in a delicate yet dangerous dance of love. Ryujin entered her life like a rose, beautiful yet fragile, wrapped in the uncertainty of chance. Both women were marked by the scars...
