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It’s almost one in the morning when Chaewon texts her back.
There’s the little video preview square on the notification banner when it pops up on Kazuha’s screen, and that’s already a little weird because, considering the dinner confirmation text Kazuha had sent a few hours ago, she’s expecting a yes or no answer and not a five-minute-long video that Kazuha has to download on her phone to watch.
Kazuha doesn’t really know what to expect when she opens the video. Whatever it is, it isn’t this.
This, of course, being a very high-quality video of Chaewon getting herself off in her bed.
“What the fuck,” Kazuha says out loud into the emptiness of her bedroom, dumbstruck and aroused beyond comprehension. “What the fuck.”
Kazuba stares at the screen where the video has ended and is now frozen on a picture of Chaewon, her mouth open and fingers between her legs, and seriously, what the fuck.
A few seconds later, Chaewon texts, Yes, dinner sounds lovely, as if she hasn’t completely broken Kazuha.
So, yeah. That’s where it all starts.
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“Chaewon sent me a video of herself masturbating,” Kazuha says, and Yunjin absolutely loses her shit.
“Are you done yet?” Kazuha demands sharply, arms crossed.
“Yeah. I’m sorry,” Yunjin says without a trace of contrition in her voice as she wipes at the tears that have gathered in the corners of her eyes. “What did you reply?”
“I didn’t reply.” Kazuha wrings her hands together in frustration. “That’s why I’m talking to you.”
Yunjin nods sagely, and she looks like she’s trying very hard to hold back her laughter.
“Do you think it was an accident? I’m sure it was. Chaewon probably meant to send it to someone else.” Kazuha refuses to acknowledge the thread of jealousy that climbs up inside of her. “It was probably an accident, right?”
Yunjin shrugs, reaching for a slice of bacon. “I don’t know, Kazuha.”
“But you’re… gay,” Kazuha says as if that’s the solution to all the problems in the world. “You have to know.”
“Huh.” Yunjin considers this. “That’s true.”
“What’s true?” Sakura sidles into the kitchen, slipping in next to Yunjin at the table. “Anything I need to know?”
“Chaewon sent Kazuha a video of herself masturbating,” Yunjin tells her promptly, her mouth full of bacon.
“Oh,” Sakura sighs knowingly, as if this is some common occurrence and hasn’t completely ruined Kazuha’s life.
Kazuha groans, “I think I’m ready to die now.”
Sakura frowns at that and nudges her with her foot. “I don’t really know what the problem is here. You didn’t send the video. And, I mean, Chaewon’s hot.”
Yunjin opens her mouth to protest, but she ends up just nodding along. “Yeah, she is.”
Kazuha stares, horrified at where this conversation has ended up.
“Can we please not talk about Chaewon like — oh, and we’re making out, now,” Kazuha says, covering her eyes and pushing herself out of the seat. “Get a room. And please, not on the dining table again.”
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Kazuha spends an embarrassing amount of time in her closet trying to figure out what to wear to dinner.
Kazuha’s just about ready to cancel on Chaewon because she can’t figure out what to wear to dinner with your best friend after said best friend sent you a more-than-friendly video when Yunjin waltzes in, hair mussed and lipstick smeared, but her clothes are still intact, thank God.
“Hi,” Yunjin says cheerfully, and then disappears into Kazuha’s closet.
Yunjin comes out a few minutes later, her arms full, and she tosses the heap of fabric onto the bed.
“Wear this,” Yunjin tells her. “And…” she disappears for a second, and when she comes back, she’s holding a pair of stilettos that are higher than anything Kazuha’s ever even worn in her life, ”these. Go on.”
Yunjin looks very pleased with herself when Kazuha comes walking back out of the bathroom in a blue velvet suit that Kazuha didn’t even know was in her closet.
Sakura’s in the room now, too, and she says, winking, “Looking good. Chaewon won’t know what hit her.”
Yunjin nods her approval. “Go get your girl.”
Kazuha huffs, adjusting the collar of her button-down. “That’s not — you know what, I’m leaving.”
Yunjin shrugs and drags Sakura off, and Kazuha takes a deep breath, tugging at the sleeve of her blazer.
It’ll all work out, some way or another.
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Dinner is, for the most part, completely normal. Karzuha complains about Yunjin’s inability to keep her hands off of Sakura, and Chaewon tells her about the time she spilled her wine onto an important business partner, and it’s almost like the video didn’t happen at all.
That is, until Chaewon says, “So what did you think?”
“About what?” Kazuha asks obliviously.
“About my video.”
Kazuha blinks, her mouth open. “What?”
“The video? I sent you last night?” Chaewon frowns. “You did get it, right?”
“I don’t… I don’t think we’re thinking about the same video,” Kazuha stutters, blushing like an idiot.
“I only sent you one video,” Chaewon says, her voice infuriatingly nonchalant. “The one where I fucked myself in my room?”
She doesn’t even bother lowering her voice, and the older couple next to them shoots her a scandalized look.
“Can you keep it down?” Kazuha hisses because this topic would probably cause multiple people in the restaurant to drop dead on the spot, and Kazuha does not want to be responsible for murder, thank you very much.
“Anyway,” Chaewon says dismissively, and Kazuha lets herself sigh in relief because a subject change is long overdue. Oh, how she is wrong. “Did you like the video?”
Kazuha stares. “What?”
“Did you like the video? Personally, it’s one of my favorites. Though I guess you can’t really make an accurate comparison as you haven’t seen the others. I’ll send them to you, too, if you’d like.”
“Yeah. No, no.” Kazuha looks absolutely distressed. “Chaewon, what? Why did you send me that video?”
“I want you to fuck me,” Chaewon says, leaning back in her seat. “I thought the video made that pretty obvious.”
Kazuha is again stunned into silence. This is really quite a phenomenon because Kazuha is known to be a professional yapper. She talks and talks and talks, she doesn't know how to shut up, especially now that she had learnt to speak Korean more fluidly
“Kazuha…?” Chaewon waves a hand in front of her face, her brows crinkled in concern. “Are you alright?”
“Yeah, I just —” Kazuha has so many questions. “Do you even like women?”
“I wouldn’t have asked you if I didn’t.”
“How did you know I like women?” is Kazuha’s next question, and Chaewon looks at her as if she’s grown three heads.
“You don’t hide it very well,” Chaewon offers, and Kazuha frowns because she thought she hid it very well. Chaewon continues, “Do you have any other enlightening questions for me?”
Kazuha says, blushing, “So, like, you wanna… have sexual intercourse? With me?”
“Yes, Kazuha,” Chaewon says, exasperated. “I want to have sexual intercourse with you.”
“Why?”
“We’ll just say I need to scratch an itch.” Kazuha opens her mouth to ask another question, but Chaewon’s already answering it. “And I chose you because we‘re friends, and I'd like to elevate that to friends who sometimes fuck.”
Kazuha blinks. That actually sounds… strangely nice coming from Chaewon. It’s not like she has anyone to scratch her itch either.
No.
No.
Bad.
“I don’t — I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Kazuha says hesitantly, firmly ignoring the little nag in her chest.
“Okay.” Chaewon shrugs, looking completely unfazed. “You know where to find me if you change your mind.”
Kazuha nods, a little overwhelmed by this all.
“We were talking about dessert?” Chaewon continues, leaning forward on her elbows to browse through the menu. “You have to try the tiramisu here. It’s amazing.”
And that’s that.
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Except it really isn’t, and Kazuha finds herself in Chaewon’s house the next morning with no recollection of how she got there.
Which is actually really concerning, but Chaewon’s rising to greet her, and she’s wearing a tight, tight dress, and Kazuha almost trips over a potted plant on her way to her.
“Kazuha! I was about to go to the job interview I told you about , but I'm early, so....” Chaewon smiles, putting down her bag and directing Kazuha to the couch. “How can I help you?”
“I, uh,” Kazuha hesitates. This isn’t how she planned this conversation to go when she practiced it this morning in the mirror. Kazuha smiles nervously. “I changed my mind.”
“About?” Chaewon a looks genuinely confused, and Kazuha considers backtracking for a second until Chaewon says, “Oh! The friends with benefits situation! I’m glad you’ve finally come around.”
Kazuha shrugs, trying for nonchalant. “Yeah. I thought about it some more last night.”
Chaewon chuckles. “It usually takes a little time. So you’ll come over tonight?”
Kazuha blinks. “Tonight?”
“Yeah.” Chaewon pauses, studying Kazuha with inquisitive eyes. “Unless you don’t want to? We can do another night.”
Kazuha definitely wants to. “No, yeah! Tonight’s great. I’ll see you then.”
Chaewon smiles. “See you then.”
~
They’re sitting on the couch with glasses of wine and chatting about the job Chaewon's got, the interview went very well.
Until Chaewon scoots closer and places a hand on Kazuha’s knee, and the entire mood shifts.
“Uh, Chaewon?” Kazuha squeaks, very aware of the warmth of Chaewon’s palm against her skin.
Chaewon hums in acknowledgment as she takes another sip of wine.
“Your hand is on my knee.”
“I know,” Chaewon says, and the corners of her lips turn up into a small smirk.
Kazuha nods, flushing furiously. “Right. You know.”
It’s quiet for a few seconds, and then Chaewon says, “Kiss me, Kazuha.”
“What?” Kazuha pulls away abruptly, but Chaewon doesn’t look offended, just amused and a touch exasperated.
“Kiss me, Kazuha,” Chaewon repeats. “Or are we not doing this?”
“No, we are,” Kazuha says quickly. “Uh, can I kiss you?”
Kazuha gets the feeling that Chaewon would be rolling her eyes right now if she wasn’t too afraid of hurting her feelings.
“Oh, for god’s sake,” Chaewon says, and then pulls Kazuha in by the collar of her shirt.
Kazuha goes slack for a second, letting Chaewon take control until she doesn’t, and she’s pressing Chaewon back, one hand tangled in her dark hair and the other on the couch next to her head. Chaewon moans against her lips, and it’s low and desperate, and Kazuha would do anything to hear that noise again.
Chaewon pulls away for a second, panting, and Kazuha entertains herself by pressing small kisses along her jawline.
“Wait, Kazuha.” Chaewon pulls away a little, just enough so that she can look Kazuha in the eye. “You’re not a virgin, are you?”
“No,” Kazuha says simply, and then dips her head to suck a mark into Chaewon’s collarbone.
“Is this your first time with a woman?” Chaewon breathes, her voice breaking when Kazuha nips at her skin.
“No,” Kazuha repeats, on the verge of impatience. She continues, repeating Chaewon’s earlier words with a smirk, “Do you have any other enlightening questions for me?”
Chaewon shakes her head.
“Good,” Kazuha says, and then kisses her again, her fingers working at the buttons of Chaewon’s blouse.
Correction, trying to work at the buttons because she gives up after one and then rips the shirt open, buttons scattering against the hardwood.
“Kazuha!” Chaewon hisses, and she’s trying really, really hard to sound annoyed, but her voice is all breathless and needy, and that was incredibly hot.
“I’ll buy you another one,” Kazuha murmurs against her lips, and then dives right back in, one hand tilting her chin up and the other sliding down to shove Chaewon’s blouse off her shoulders. “I’ll buy you one every day if I get to rip them off of you.”
Chaewon doesn’t even have time to process that before Kazuha’s unclasping her bra with surprisingly skilled fingers, and her hands are cupping her breasts.
“God, Chaewon,” Kazuha says, groans, and her voice has dropped lower than Chaewon has ever heard it. “You’re so beautiful.”
Chaewon arches into Kazuha’s touch with a pleased little hum, and then moans when Kazuha dips her head to lap her nipple into her mouth.
She spends a few minutes toying with her breasts, which is entirely too long in Chaewon’s books because the ache between her legs is getting almost unbearable, and then all thought disappears when Kazuha bites, hard enough for it to actually hurt.
“Kazuha,” Chaewon whimpers, and then moans because it feels good, so good that Chaewon tightens her fingers in Kazuha's locks and presses her more firmly against her chest. “Just like that.”
“Just like that?” Kazuha pulls away, just long enough to smirk at Chaewon before she’s moving on to her other nipple and giving it the same attention.
Chaewon whines when Kazuha releases her nipple with a pop, and Kazuha shushes her softly, pressing a kiss to the underside of her breast before she moves on.
“Sh, baby. I’m going to make you feel so good,” Kazuha says as her hand travels down Chaewon’s toned stomach and slips beneath the waist of her slacks. “Can I take these off?”
Chaewon nods hastily, and it’s almost embarrassing how eager she is as she lifts her hips to let Kazuha tug off her slacks.
“You’re not… wearing anything under,” Kazuha says, her eyes almost black as she stares up at Chaewon, and the desire in them is almost enough to make Chaewon come on the spot.
“I wanted to be prepared.” Chaewon blushes a little under Kazuha’s intense stare. “Is that a problem?”
Kazuha shakes her head, and then promptly cups her in her palm, and Chaewon moans lowly, arching up into her.
“You’re so wet,” Kazuha says, her eyes wide with wonder. “For me?”
“Yes dummy,” Chaewon breathes. “For you. Only for you.”
Chaewon is wet, so wet, and she can’t help the whimper that escapes her when Kazuha presses a finger into her and thrusts experimentally, her eyes widening when Chaewon whimpers again and arches into her touch.
“Do you like that?”
The question is genuine and so Kazuha that Chaewon almost laughs, but then Kazuja’s slipping another finger into her, and she moans instead, bucking up against her hand.
“God, Kazuha,” Chaewon whimpers when Kazuha curls her fingers and presses her thumb onto her clit, and Kazuha expertly finds that spot and Chaewon’s so embarrassingly close already when Kazuha’s voice jolts her back into reality.
“Look at me,” Kazuha says, growls, really, and waits until Chaewon blinks open her eyes before she picks up the speed of her thrusts. “Good job Chae.”
Chaewon wails then, high and broken and uncontrolled, and she topples over the edge, gasping out for breath. She expects Kazuha to pull away, but Kazuha continues thrusting her fingers, and Chaewon moans even as she’s trying to squirm away.
“Think you can go again?” Kazuha murmurs, pressing an arm over Chaewon’s hips to keep her still.
Chaewon whines, and it’s almost too much, but it feels so good, and Chaewon can feel another orgasm building in her, just as quick as the last.
“Are you going to come for me?” Kazuha taunts, her breath hot against the inside of Chaewon’s thigh. “Come on, pretty girl.”
Kazuha slides another finger into her, scissoring the digits so that the stretch is barely noticeable, and then she leans forward and presses her mouth against Chaewon’s clit.
Chaewon sees stars.
It only takes a few more thrusts and a gravelly, “come on, Chaewon,” and Chaewon’s coming again with a desperate keen, her hips bucking so wildly that she almost throws Kazuha off. She must black out for a second because when she comes back to, Kazuja’s stroking her stomach and looking very pleased with herself.
“Welcome back,” Kazuha says.
“I wasn’t out that long,” Chaewon retorts and rolls onto her elbows, pressing Kazuha back against the pillows.
Kazuha looks surprised for a moment, but then Chaewon is tugging off her sweatpants and her panties, and she’s so turned on, has been since the moment she’s walked through the door.
“What are you doing?” Kazuha licks her lips nervously as Chaewon presses her palms against her thighs and spreads her legs apart.
“I want to make you feel good, too,” Chaewon blinks at her, all wide-eyed innocence. “Is this okay?”
“Yeah,” Kazuha says, gesturing with her wrist for Chaewon to continue.
Chaewon leans down obediently, nudging the inside of Kazuha’s thigh with her cheek as she spreads her further apart. Chaewon presses a soft kiss to the inside of her thigh, and then looks up at Kazuha for confirmation.
“I’m good, Chaewon,” Kazuha says, and then her voice drops and the command is clear in her tone. “Keep going.”
The first stroke of Chaewon's tongue against her makes her groan and her hips twitch. “God, Chaewonnie.”
Kazuha’s fingers itch to reach down and tangle themselves in Chaewon’s hair, but the fear of hurting her is too much, so she just leaves them clenched in the sheets as Chaewon continues to tease her with kittenish licks.
“Chaewon” Kazuha growls, but her voice breaks when Chaewon suddenly swipes her tongue over her clit. “Stop teasing.”
Chaewon blinks up at her with wide eyes, and Kazuha swears she catches a smirk on her lips before she’s diving back in, her strokes purposeful this time.
“That’s it. Thanks”
Chaewon moans against her, and the vibrations are an entirely different sensation that makes Kazuha arch into Chaewon’s mouth with a moan, her fingers clenching hard enough in the sheets that it hurts.
“You can touch me,” Chaewon tells her, lifting her head from Kazuha for a moment to catch her breath. “I don’t mind.”
Kazuha hesitantly threads Chaewon’s hair between her fingers and gently guides her back toward her, groaning when Chaewon gets back to work with renewed fervor.
“Yes, Chaewon, right there.” Kazuha’s fingers tighten involuntarily in Chaewon’s hair as she gets closer, her hips rolling into the wet press of Chaewon’s mouth. “Good girl, taking care of me so well.”
Chaewon whimpers, her hands moving from Kazuha’s thighs to wrap around her waist. The change of angle makes Kazuha moan, and she tugs Chaewon even closer to her.
“Yes, Chaewon, come on,” Kazuha urges breathlessly, her head falling back against the pillows when Chaewon wraps her lips around her clit and sucks. “Good girl. Chaewonnie you beautiful woman”
Chaewon whines against her, her fingers digging into Kazuha’s hips, and then Chaewon adds her fingers to the mix, and it’s all so good.
Kazuha comes with a low groan, her back arching off the bed as Chaewon continues to work her, letting her ride through the orgasm until she pulls away.
“I — wow,” Kazuha gasps, collapsing back on the bed. “You’re really good at that.”
“I know.” Chaewon smirks. Her face is wet and sticky, and Kazuhq just wants to shove her back and fuck her again.
Instead, she tugs Chaewon down and kisses her again, moaning softly at the taste of herself in Chaewon’s tongue.
“Thank you,” Chaewon murmurs when they finally break apart. “I really needed that.”
“Anytime,” Kazuha says, and then pulls Chaewon against her. “Required cuddle time.”
“Of course you’re a cuddler.” Chaewon sounds exasperated, but she’s smiling as she nuzzles closer, letting loose a soft sigh of content. “Good night.”
Kazuha presses a soft kiss to the top of Chaewon’s head. “Good night.”
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“Hi.” Kazuha pokes her head into Chaewon’s new office and dangles out a bag of food. “I brought food.”
“Kazuha! You really didn’t have to,” Chaewon says, rising to greet her and leading her to the coffee table with a fond smile.
“Sakura told me she was going to be out of town, knowing you two are now colleagues and you wouldn't have anybody to eat with... ” Kazuha says, unpacking the styrofoam boxes and setting Chaewon's Kung Pao chicken in front of her, “I’m eating with you today.”
Chaewon smiles genuinely as she cracks open the box and sighs contentedly. “You got my order right.”
“Of course.” Kazuha beams and hands her a fork. “How are you?”
“Good,” Chaewon says, stabbing her fork into a piece of chicken. “Better now that my scratch was itched.” Chaewon winks at her, and Kazuha clears her throat, focusing on tearing open her little bag of silverware.
Chaewon leans forward to set her food on the coffee table, and her dress is cut very, very low. Kazuha can feel her face beginning to heat up.
“You’re not already regretting it, are you?” Chaewon asks her carefully,
“No,” Kazuha blurts out, focusing very hard on keeping her eyes on Chaewon’s face. “No. I’m good. Great.”
“Mhm.” Chaewon nods slowly, eyeing her, and then, “You’re staring at my boobs.”
“Me? I’m not. I would never.” Kazuha laughs nervously. “Boobs? I don’t even know what they are.”
“Oh, Kazuha,” Chaewon sighs a little pityingly, and then she’s straddling Kazuha’s lap and kissing her. Kazuha’s hands fly to her hips and pull her closer, and she groans when Chaewon does that thing with her tongue that never fails to drive her crazy.
“Oh,” Kazuha says when she pulls away. “We’re doing this. Here.”
“Yeah.” Chaewon shrugs and kisses her again. “Now fuck me over my desk.”
And Kazuha's nothing if not good at following directions.
“Come on, pretty girl,” Kazuha breathes into her ear, one hand pressing her against the desk, her other pumping into Chaewon. “Come for me.”
“Kazuha,” Chaewon moans as she comes, her back arching. “Kazuha.”
Something inside Kazuha twists then, but she shoves it down because what she has with Chaewon is good.
It’s enough.
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Kazuha’s trying not to burn down the apartment when Chaewon texts her, Hey, you left your laptop at my place. Kazuha has one hand on the oven door, the other holding her phone and trying desperately to text back without dropping it.
Kazuha shoots off a reply as she reaches for the cake in the oven, and only when she looks back at her phone does she realize — no.
Autocorrect has changed her message from Thank you. I’ll come by to Thank you. I love you.
Kazuha drops the cake back into the oven and has an apology text ready to send out when Chaewon texts her back, Of course. I love you, too.
Okay. So.
Kazuha's blushing like an idiot, but it’s definitely not because —
— yeah.
Of course they love each other. They’re best friends. It makes sense.
It’s no big deal.
(Spoiler alert: it’s a very big deal.)
And Kazuha's cake is definitely burnt.
~
Things change a little after that.
Not really. They just start throwing I love yous in here and there, and it’s all kind of new for Kazuha.
“I love you,” Chaewon says one night as she’s leaving Kazuha’s apartment, her panties still somewhere on her bedroom floor, and Kazuha says, “I love you, Chaewon,” after lunch a week later, and Chaewon says, “Love you, too.”
It’s surprisingly natural for them, and Kazuha hardly notices that something has really changed until they’re at dinner with Yunjin one night.
“Wait, so you guys just… do that,” Yunjjn says, watching as Chaewon disappears out the door after she’s kissed Kazuha on the cheek and whispered I love you fondly.
“Yeah,” Kazuha shrugs and turns back to her melting ice cream.
Yunjin stares at her. “You say you love each other and have candlelit dinners together and sometimes don’t even have sex after them, and still claim you’re friends with benefits.”
Kazuha considers this and then nods. “Yep.”
“I don’t know, Kazuha,” Yunjin sighs. “It sounds like you’re traipsing into dating territory. And then,” Yunjin mouths dramatically, love.
“No,” Kazuha says. “We’re not.”
And then —
Holy shit.
Kazuha freezes because holy shit, Kazuha is definitely in love with Chaewon in a way that’s very not platonic.
“Oh, my God,” Kazuha breathes, and then abruptly stands, abandoning her food. “I need to go find Chaewon.“
Yunjin nods her approval, and Kazuha’s speeding off to find Chaewon.
Chaewon looks surprised when she opens the door and Kazuha is there, and then even more surprised when Kazuha bowls past her into the room.
“Kazuha? Are you okay?” Chaewon asks, watching worriedly as Kazuha paces back and forth across the living room.
“I love you,” Kazuha blurts, turning to look at Chaewon with wild eyes.
“I know.” Chaewon furrows her brow. “I love you, too.”
Kazuha runs a hand through her hair in frustration because Chaewon's not getting it. “I love you. I want to date you.”
Chaewon blinks. “Kazuha —”
“Chaewon, I love you as more than a friend and I know you probably don’t feel the same way but —”
“Kazuha.”
“But I really, really like you, and oh, God—”
“Kazuha.” Chaewon’s suddenly gripping her shoulders and turning Kazuha to face her, her eyes wide. Chaewon’s eyes are so pretty the make her look so cute , and this is such an inconvenient moment to notice this. “Have we not been dating?”
This stops Kazuha cold. “What?”
“Have we not already been dating for months now?” Chaewon blinks at Kazuha’s confused face and drops her hands from Kazuha’s shoulders to fidget her ring. “Why else would you send me the I love you message?”
“Autocorrect!” Kazuha bursts out, and then immediately regrets it when Chaewon recoils, eyes filled with hurt.
“Oh.” Chaewon’s voice wavers a little, and she looks so small. “That’s —“
“No!” Kazuha cuts in. “I mean it was autocorrect, but I meant it. Really.”
Chaewon studies her for a few moments, and then, much to Kazuha’s relief, seems to accept her answer. “So we haven’t been dating all this time?”
“I didn’t think you wanted to date me,” Kazuha explains hurriedly. “I didn’t think you wanted to date me.”
“Kazuha, I want to date you.” Chaewon reaches for Kazuha’s hand, and her hand is incredibly soft against Kazuha’s. “I only want to date you.”
Kazuha blinks hopefully at Chaewon, squeezing her hand once. “Really?”
“Really. As a matter of fact,” Chaewon looks around the apartment. “I think we should have our first mutually agreed upon date tonight.”
“But I’m not wearing anything fancy. I don’t —“
“Sh…” Chaewon smiles and gently tugs her to the living room. “Come on.”
Chaewon has one of those fancy record players, and she sets it up with surprising ease, and, suddenly, there’s a sappy, romantic song floating through the air. Chaewon reaches for Kazuha’s hands and places them on her hips, and then loops her own arms around Kazuha’s neck.
“Dance with me,” Chaewon murmurs, eyes sparkling.
And Kazuha does.
It’s a little clumsy at first, and they keep bumping into everything and anything, but Chaewon looks so pretty in her arms and in this light, and everything is so good.
“I love you, Chaewon,” Kazuha says, and it’s a little muffled because she has her face nuzzled into the crook of Chaewon’s neck. “As more than a friend.”
Kazuha can’t see Chaewon, but she’s pretty sure she’s smiling now. “I love you as more than a friend, too, Kazuha.”
Good thing they’ve gotten that sorted out.