Bump, Set, Kick?

Epilogue

A/N: So um the score was 2 to 2 so I resorted to google heads or tails to decide lol. I want to give a special thanks to the 4 Wrinklies who answered me and gave me their input for the epilogue (you know who you are), love you! 💞

Also, buckle up Wrinklies, it's a long chapter ahead.

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Yeji's Perspective

Hwang Yeji was never a morning person. She's always enjoyed staying in bed into the late hours, snuggled up in her blankets with her all-time favorite teddy. Curtains shut, blankets scrambled (yes she kicks her blankets from time to time), Dolee held tightly to her chest, head resting on fluffy pillows. Why would anyone want to wake up from such comfort?

But something was not quite right.

"Why is my right arm so stiff—oh," Yeji's eyes open.

Take it all back.

Yeji was indeed a morning person. The warm morning sun is now one of her favorite things. The way it illuminates the room, just barely peeking through the closed curtains as a soft breeze file into the room. The faint chirping of birds creates the perfect tune in the morning, not too noisy and not too annoying. She noticed that the comforter was only wrapped around her own body, making her slightly too warm. She turned to her side to look at the remaining spot on the bed. The reason that's making her feel all fuzzy this morning. Her source of happiness.

The sunlight rays project over her smooth pale skin, making a soft golden glow on bare arms and shoulders. The older girl's heart stutters at the sight in front of her, content to never break the spell that surrounds the serene morning. The reason her arm was stiff? Well, maybe it's because someone was using it as their pillow. The younger girl's head was currently resting on top of her arm, facing the older. The peaceful sounds of breathing could be heard as the younger continues to be in her deep slumber. Yeji takes this opportunity to relax before they have to get up for the day. Her left arm moves slowly and gingerly over the girl, arm slung lazily over the younger's bare back.

Sometime during the night, Yeji's body got cold, so she sleepily covered their bodies with the comforter. However, it seems like the other was immune to the cold, or to put it in better words, more vulnerable to the heat. Still, the shorter girl's body was laid in a fetal position, tightly holding onto Yeji's right arm for a source of comfort.

Yeji had only woken up several minutes ago, savoring the time before her girlfriend joins the land of the living. She lightly traces her arm from the other's waist and up to her shoulder, and slides it down again, repeating this a few times before tucking a few strands of hair behind the girl's ear. It's rare to see the younger like this, with her face relaxed and the faintest sounds of snoring making its presence every so often. But, if you were to call her out on that, she would deny all claims.

No matter, Yeji finds it adorable anyways.

The warm exhale lightly brush Yeji's neck, and a shiver makes its way up and down the older's spine. She accepts the fate of possibly waking up the other girl— Yeji just had to smother the younger girl. Therefore, she slowly but surely lifts her left arm to raise her body up just enough and leans in to press a kiss on the younger's forehead. She inhales the scent of jasmine and vanilla, along with the lingering smell of some expensive French perfume. The scent was so distinctly hers, that Yeji couldn't help but be captivated by it every time. But after the previous night, the smells were burned into her head, complimenting the memories of close bodies, tangled legs, hands running through hair, and names sighed between lips.

When she moved back, she couldn't help but stifle a laugh as the younger girl's eyebrows scrunch up and a deep raspy groan resounds through the tranquil room. Yeji runs her hand through the girl's short hair, faint sounds of contentment causing the older to continue giggling. When half-lidded, beautiful warm pools of brown appear, Yeji decides to finally speak.