The weekend passed in a haze of comfortable routines—Jiwon and Jungwon spending time in small, simple ways that felt more meaningful than anything extravagant. They had grown accustomed to the peacefulness of each other’s company, and it seemed as though the world outside of their shared moments could wait just a little longer.
On Sunday afternoon, Jiwon was sitting on her bed, cross-legged, with her sketchbook open in front of her. Her pencil hovered over the page as she tried to capture the soft lines of a flower from a photo she’d taken a few days ago at the park. Her thoughts kept wandering back to Jungwon, though.
A light knock on the door made her jump slightly, and when she looked up, she saw Jungwon standing in the doorway, holding two cups of iced coffee in his hands.
“Thought you might like a break,” he said, offering her a cup with a smile.
Jiwon grinned. “You’re my hero.”
“Just doing my job,” he said with a wink, sitting down beside her on the bed. The familiar warmth of his presence made her feel instantly at ease. They sat in a comfortable silence for a moment, the soft clinking of the ice cubes in the cups and the rustling of the pages in her sketchbook filling the air.
“So,” Jungwon began, breaking the quiet, “what’s the most important thing you want to do during the school festival next week?”
Jiwon paused, looking up from her sketchbook. “Hmm… I think I just want to enjoy it. You know, without worrying about anything for once.”
Jungwon nodded, his expression thoughtful. “Yeah. Me too.”
He looked at her for a moment, his eyes softening. “I think that’s why I like spending time with you so much. You make everything feel so simple and real.”
Jiwon felt a warmth spread through her chest. She put down her sketchbook, taking a sip of her iced coffee before meeting his gaze. “I feel the same way. I guess it’s just easy with you.”
He smiled, his gaze lingering on her with a mix of admiration and affection. Without thinking, he reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair away from her face. The gesture was so soft, so caring, that Jiwon’s heart skipped a beat.
Before she could react, Jungwon leaned in slightly, as if to say something, but then stopped himself. He seemed to hesitate for a moment, his eyes searching hers. “You know, Jiwon,” he said quietly, “sometimes I feel like I don’t deserve to be this happy. Not because of anything, but because it feels like a dream. Like I’m afraid I’ll wake up and it’ll all disappear.”
Jiwon’s heart melted at his vulnerability. She placed a hand on his, squeezing it gently. “You deserve all of it, Jungwon. More than you know.”
He looked at her, and for a moment, their eyes locked in a silent understanding. The world outside didn’t matter at that moment, only this—them, in their small bubble of warmth and quiet connection.
“I’m really glad we’re doing this,” he said, his voice steady but filled with sincerity. “I don’t want to lose this. I don’t want to lose us.”
Jiwon’s eyes softened. She shifted closer to him, her hand still resting on his. “You won’t. I won’t let you.”
He grinned, his thumb gently brushing over her knuckles. “Promise?”
“Promise,” she replied, her voice firm with resolve. She felt a quiet kind of certainty in that promise, one she hadn’t known she could make before.
The two of them sat in silence again, just enjoying the peace. There was something indescribably comforting about being beside him like this—no pressure, no rush, just the warmth of his hand in hers and the steady beat of their hearts in sync.
-
Later that evening, the rain returned—a light, steady drizzle that tapped against the window like a gentle lullaby. Jiwon and Jungwon stayed inside, chatting about everything and nothing at all. They talked about their favorite movies, debated which ice cream flavor was the best (Jiwon argued for mint choco, Jungwon for vanilla), and even played a game of cards, which inevitably turned into a competition filled with laughter and silly bets.
At one point, Jiwon’s phone buzzed. She glanced at the screen and saw a message from her brother, Sieun. She quickly typed out a reply, then set the phone down next to her.
Jungwon caught sight of the message and raised an eyebrow. “Your brother again?”
“Yep,” she said with a small chuckle. “He’s checking up on me. He doesn’t trust me to be alone with a guy for too long.”
Jungwon’s smile widened, his eyes glinting with mischief. “I think I’ll need to meet him soon, then. I’ll make a good impression.”
Jiwon laughed. “Good luck with that. He’s a tough one.”
“I can handle him,” Jungwon said confidently, though there was a playful challenge in his tone.
The two of them shared another laugh, and once the moment passed, Jungwon grew a little quieter again. His gaze softened as he looked at her. “You know, I think I could get used to this. Us, I mean. Just being here together.”
Jiwon’s heart fluttered, her breath catching for a brief moment. “I could, too,” she admitted.
Without a word, Jungwon leaned over, brushing his lips against her forehead in a soft, gentle kiss. The moment felt peaceful, perfect, and completely theirs.
-
As the evening wore on, the rain outside grew heavier, but inside Jiwon’s apartment, it felt like the world had slowed down to a gentle, steady pace. A place where, for once, everything was exactly as it should be.
The warmth between them, the easy connection—this was the kind of love Jiwon had always wanted, simple and steady, built on trust, respect, and a thousand little moments like this one.
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