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The morning after the party at Yujin’s dorm, the place was eerily quiet except for the occasional snores from Seulwoo, who was sprawled out on the couch. Yujin, who had fallen asleep in the most uncomfortable position imaginable — slumped over his desk chair with his arms on the table — was the first to stir. His eyes fluttered open, his neck stiff and sore, but his mind immediately wandered back to his conversation with Wonyoung last night. They had talked about something more intimate, with him carefully asking if he could act on his "inappropriate thoughts," and he was sure that, in her own way, Wonyoung had given him a sort of green light.
He smiled at the thought, his heart warm from their growing closeness, and the fact that they were getting more comfortable talking about such things. Feeling energized despite the rough night's sleep, Yujin decided to seize the moment and do something nice for Wonyoung — and maybe for everyone else too. He quietly slipped out of the dorm and headed to the convenience store nearby to pick up a few ingredients.
When he returned with a bag full of groceries, Seulwoo was still dead to the world on the couch, and the rest of the dorm remained silent. Yujin chuckled to himself and moved quietly around the kitchen, determined to make breakfast. Wonyoung would probably wake up soon, and he wanted her to have a sweet surprise when she did.
He placed his phone in front of him as he watched a YouTube tutorial. His brow furrowed slightly in concentration. This was his first time trying to cook something beyond instant ramen, so he was determined to make it right. He didn’t want to mess it up, especially not for Wonyoung. The video was filled with quick, step-by-step instructions, and Yujin followed each one carefully, his focus entirely on the task at hand.
He rummaged through the fridge and pulled out some eggs, milk, and butter, then grabbed a loaf of bread. "French toast should be good," he muttered to himself as he cracked the eggs into a bowl, adding milk and a dash of cinnamon, then whisked them together. He cut the bread into thick slices, ready to dip them in the mixture.
A moment later, "Yujin, what are you doing?" Wonyoung’s voice echoed in the small kitchen counter.
Yujin, who had been so absorbed in his cooking, didn’t notice her at first. He turned slightly, a big smile spreading across his face when he saw her standing in the doorway of his room. "Good morning, Wonyoung!" he said with a grin, clearly proud of himself. "This is Wonyoung’s menu!"
Wonyoung blinked in surprise, then stepped closer, noticing the strange sight before her. Yujin was holding slices of bread that were dipped in a mixture of eggs and milk, and there was something about it that seemed... off. He was using the scissors to cut the bread. She squinted, tilting her head slightly. "Yujin, what is that?" she said, pointing to the odd-looking bread he was mixing with the eggs. "It’s bad to play with food."
Yujin's face dropped for a moment, clearly worried that he had messed up somehow. He quickly defended himself, his eyes wide with urgency. "No, no! It’s French toast!" he said, almost as if trying to convince himself as much as her. "It’ll be good, I promise!"
Wonyoung looked at him skeptically, but her lips quirked into a smile. "French toast?" she repeated, raising an eyebrow. "You sure you know what you’re doing?"
Yujin nodded enthusiastically, turning back to the pan where the bread was slowly turning golden. "I watched a tutorial on YouTube, so it’s gonna be perfect. You’ll see!" he said, trying to reassure her.
Wonyoung crossed her arms, watching him carefully as he worked. He looked a little clueless. "Well, as long as you’re sure," she said teasingly.
Yujin's eyes sparkled as he grinned back at her. "But you won’t be disappointed. I hope."
Wonyoung sat down in the chair with a warm, affectionate smile spreading across her face as she watched Yujin put his all into making her breakfast. Even if the French toast looked a little questionable, it was the thought that mattered.
After a few more minutes of carefully watching the pan and following the tutorial, Yujin finally plated the last slice of French toast. He looked over at Wonyoung, who was now seated at the small dining table, still skeptical but curious. He placed a plate in front of her with a flourish, as if presenting a five-star meal.
"Voilà! French toast, Yujinnie style," he said with a playful grin, clearly proud of himself.
Wonyoung picked up her fork as she raised an eyebrow at him. "Alright, let’s see if this is edible," she teased before popping the bite into her mouth. For a second, her expression was unreadable, and Yujin watched her intently, his own bite of French toast suspended in mid-air as he waited for her reaction.
Then, her eyes widened in surprise, and she smiled. "Wow," she said, chewing slowly before nodding. "Yujin, this is actually good."
Yujin practically beamed with pride, his face lighting up like a child who had just been told he’d done a great job. "Really? You’re not just saying that, right?" he asked as he took a bite himself.
Wonyoung laughed, shaking her head. "Nope, I’m serious. I didn’t expect it to taste this good." She took another bite, clearly enjoying it now.
"Yes!" Yujin pumped his fist in the air, proud of his unexpected success in the kitchen. "See, I told you I could do it! Yujin, master chef!" he joked, earning a playful eye-roll from Wonyoung.
As they ate together, the sound of stirring from the other room signaled that the rest of the dorm was waking up. Soon, Seulwoo stumbled into the small living area, rubbing his eyes and looking confused.
"What’s that smell?" he muttered, still half-asleep. His eyes landed on the table filled with French toast, and he blinked in surprise. "Wait, Yujin made breakfast?"
Yujin grinned at his friend. "That’s right! French toast, help yourself."
Before long, the others — groggy and looking a little worse for wear after the party — started filtering in, drawn by the smell of food. One by one, they grabbed forks and started digging in, all of them surprised that Yujin, of all people, had managed to pull off a decent breakfast.
***
The early morning sun barely peeked through the blinds of Yujin’s apartment, but he was already up and stretching, preparing for his usual jog. The past few weeks had been a blur of exams, quizzes, and projects, leaving him feeling drained, but his newfound determination kept him going. He had made a promise to himself to get into better shape and now, every morning, he woke up before sunrise to jog and hit the gym. Even if it was just for half an hour, it was a start. Sometimes, he would squeeze in a quick workout at night if his schedule allowed, focusing on his arms, abs and chest. He wanted to feel more confident.
As he ran through the park, the cool morning air fresh against his face, his thoughts turned to Wonyoung. She hadn’t said anything about his changes, but that didn’t mean she hadn’t noticed. She was observant, and Yujin could feel the tension between them. They were always busy, barely finding time for each other lately, but they managed to sneak in dates when they could. Yet, as much as he wanted to do something special for her, he was just unsure where to start.
“Maybe I should ask Yuna for more advice,” Yujin muttered to himself as he slowed to a walk, catching his breath. Yuna had been quite blunt when it came to style and self-improvement. She gave him recommendations for what to wear, told him which scents to pick — she even made him buy a new cologne after telling him that his old one was too “juvenile.” He had no idea if she was right, but he trusted her instincts. After all, she seemed to know a thing or two about what women liked.
Later that day, after finishing his gym session, Yujin showered and prepared for his next class, his mind still occupied with thoughts of Wonyoung. He checked his phone, and the familiar notifications from Wonyoung popped up. She’d texted him earlier about their plans after school — another study session in the library. As much as he loved spending time with her, he wanted to make a move.
***
Yujin stepped into the quiet library, scanning the rows of tables for Wonyoung. It wasn’t hard to spot her — she sat in a corner near the window, focused intently on her notes, her hair tucked behind one ear, her expression serious. A soft smile crept onto Yujin's face as he watched her, thinking about how cute she looked when she was so focused.
He decided to surprise her.
Sneaking up behind her quietly, Yujin leaned down and planted a quick kiss on her cheek. Wonyoung jumped in surprise, letting out a small yelp, causing a ripple of heads to turn toward them. Yujin immediately shushed her, his eyes wide as he bowed apologetically to the other students who were now staring at them. "Sorry, sorry!" he whispered urgently, glancing at the disapproving glances of the others.
Wonyoung, equally flustered, bowed her head too, muttering a quiet apology under her breath. Once the attention around them died down, she turned to Yujin with wide eyes, her face slightly pink. "You scared me!" she whispered harshly, trying not to smile despite the embarrassment.
Yujin scratched the back of his neck sheepishly. "Sorry, I didn’t mean to make you jump," he whispered. He looked around, making sure no one was still staring, then gave her an innocent smile. "I just wanted to say hi."
Wonyoung sighed, but there was a small smile tugging at her lips. "Next time, just tap my shoulder, okay?" she whispered.
Yujin grinned, sliding into the seat beside her. "Noted," he said, leaning in a little closer. "But you’re just so cute when you’re concentrating. I couldn’t help myself."
***
The library had grown quieter as the night stretched on. Outside, the sky had darkened completely, and the faint glow of streetlights flickered through the windows.
Wonyoung was sitting at her desk, her attention deep in her textbook, while Yujin sat beside her, struggling to keep his eyes open. His jacket was draped over her shoulders. He let out a small yawn, rubbing his eyes before slumping back in his chair.
Noticing his tiredness, Wonyoung paused and reached over to grab his hand, gently intertwining her fingers with his. She looked up at him. “Just a bit more, okay? I need to finish these last few pages.”
Yujin, despite being sleepy, smiled at her warmly. His eyes softened as he squeezed her hand. “Take your time.”
Wonyoung leaned her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes for a moment, appreciating the warmth and comfort of his presence.
***
As the library slowly emptied out, the remaining students quietly gathered their things and made their way out, leaving just Yujin and Wonyoung alone in the secluded corner.
Wonyoung gathered a few books in her arms, ready to return them to the shelves. Yujin followed behind her, but as they neared the farthest shelves, his mind was racing with an idea. No one else was around; even the cameras couldn’t see them from here. Suddenly, Yujin’s hand found her waist, and before she could process what was happening, he gently but firmly pushed her against one of the tall shelves.
“Yujin!” Wonyoung gasped, wide-eyed with surprise. "What are you doing?"
Yujin’s eyes sparkled mischievously as he leaned in, his breath warm against her lips. “Everyone’s gone,” he whispered. “No one can see us here.”
Before she could protest, his lips captured hers in a fervent kiss, his body pressing into hers as his arms wrapped around her, pulling her close. Wonyoung’s mind spun — this wasn’t like Yujin, not this bold — but she found herself melting into the kiss despite the shock, her heart racing as his hands began to roam lower.
Her senses heightened as she felt Yujin’s grip tighten on her hips, his hands slipping down to her ass, kneading softly, pulling her even closer. The firmness of his body against hers, the subtle press of his hardness against her thigh, sent heat rushing through her body. Her breath hitched as he moved his lips from her mouth to her neck, leaving hot, lingering kisses on her exposed collarbone, making her gasp quietly in surprise.
“Yujin… we’re in the library,” she murmured, her voice weak with a mix of hesitation and desire as she held onto his neck, fingers threading through his hair.
“I know…” he whispered between kisses, his mouth trailing along the soft skin of her neck. “But no one’s here. Just us.”
Her pulse quickened, her hands gripping the fabric of his shirt as their bodies pressed together. The intoxicating sensation of his lips on her skin and his hands holding her so firmly made it hard to think straight. Wonyoung could feel the growing warmth between them, the intensity building with each kiss, each touch. Her body reacted instinctively, her leg brushing against the bulge in Yujin’s pants, making him groan softly against her skin.
As their kisses deepened, Yujin's body pressed more firmly into Wonyoung's, and in a swift, teasing motion, he slid one of his legs between her thighs. The sudden friction of his leg brushing against her crotch sent a shock through her body, causing her to moan softly against his lips, the unexpected sensation making her hips involuntarily grind against him.
Wonyoung’s breath hitched, her pulse racing as she felt his thigh press into her, the rough fabric creating a delicious friction that made her gasp each time she moved. It was so new, so intense — she couldn’t believe how sensitive she was feeling. Each subtle movement of his leg sent waves of pleasure through her lower body, making it harder to keep her breathing steady.
Yujin, fueled by the reaction he was drawing from her, let one of his hands slip beneath her clothes. His fingers brushed lightly over her bare stomach, the heat of his hand sending a shiver up her spine. As his hand slowly moved upwards, it passed her bra line, his fingers tracing the curve of her back, feeling the softness of her skin.
Wonyoung gasped again, biting her lip to hold back another moan as Yujin adjusted his leg between her thighs, the pressure increasing with each subtle movement. Every brush of his thigh against her crotch made her body jerk slightly in response, her knees feeling weak as she clung to him, her face buried in his shoulder as the tension in her body built higher and higher. She had never felt this kind of heat before.
Her hips instinctively began to grind against his leg, her body craving more of the friction that had her gasping. Wonyoung's mind was clouded, every rational thought slipping away - the library, the rules, the silence, the quiet moans escaping her lips betraying how much she was losing control under his hands. The thrill of being caught only added to the intensity of it all, making the moment all the more electrifying.
Just as Yujin's fingers traced the edge of Wonyoung's underwear, a tantalizing shiver ran down her spine. The heat of his touch sent her pulse racing as she anticipated what was to come next, her breath catching in her throat. But just as Yujin was about to slip his fingers inside her pants, they both froze at the unmistakable sound of footsteps approaching.
In a flash, their senses snapped back to reality. They quickly pulled apart, hearts pounding, smoothing out their clothes and trying to hide the flush that had overtaken their faces. Wonyoung straightened her shirt and ran a hand through her hair as Yujin fumbled to put the books back on the shelf, both of them pretending they were just casually returning their items. Their bodies were still humming from the intensity of the moment, but the risk of getting caught forced them to calm themselves.
They exchanged a quick, wide-eyed glance, stifling their laughter and flustered breaths as they tried to look as normal as possible. As the footsteps grew closer, Wonyoung grabbed Yujin's hand and tugged him gently, whispering, "Let's go."
She glanced at Yujin, biting her lip to stop herself from smiling too much. "We almost got caught," she whispered, her cheeks still flushed.
Yujin leaned in close to Wonyoung. His lips brushed against her ear, his voice low and teasing, "We can continue this at my apartment."
His words sent a shiver through her, and Wonyoung felt her body react instantly, her breath hitching as his lips barely grazed hers. Her heart was racing, her mind filled with the warmth of his touch, the pressure of his hands on her body from earlier. She could already feel the dampness between her thighs, a lingering reminder of how much she wanted him. Her body ached for more, for his hands, his mouth, for everything they’d almost started.
But then, like a cold splash of reality, the thought of her upcoming quiz tomorrow hit her. She couldn’t afford to let her mind slip into this haze of desire, no matter how badly her body craved it. Her grades were important, and she knew she needed to focus, even if the temptation of Yujin’s touch felt impossible to resist at this moment.
Wonyoung waged on as she bit her lip, trying to push away the arousal swirling through her. I really want this... she thought, feeling her underwear damp with the evidence of her desire. But I have to study... I can’t get distracted now, even if all I want is to let Yujin touch me more...
She took a deep breath, finally pulling away slightly. "I would love to," she admitted, the temptation clear in her eyes, "but I have to study for my quiz tomorrow."
Yujin groaned in playful frustration, but then smiled, clearly understanding. He cupped her face, planting a gentle kiss on her forehead. "We have plenty of next times."
With that, they started walking back to her dorm, the tension still hanging in the air between them. As they reached the entrance, Yujin pulled her in close again, their lips meeting in a hungry, heated kiss. They held onto each other tightly, hands roaming in one last embrace before they parted for the night.
"Goodnight," Wonyoung whispered, her lips tingling from their kiss as they finally pulled apart.
"Goodnight," Yujin replied, his eyes dark with lingering desire before he finally turned to leave, leaving Wonyoung breathless and still feeling the heat of their stolen moments.
***
Students gathered at the entrance to the sprawling campus park, which had been transformed into a large, eerie horror house adventure in honor of the Halloween. Dim orange lights flickered along the paths, casting long shadows from the trees, and faint sounds of wind and distant, eerie moans filled the air. There was a chill, both from the crisp autumn weather and the anticipation in the air.
Yujin, Wonyoung, Liz, and Giselle stood together in a huddle, looking around as they waited for the event to start. The park was packed with students, many of them dressed as zombies, ghosts, or other creatures of the night. The main rule of the game was simple: stay quiet. If anyone made too much noise, the “zombies” lurking in the shadows would "kill" them, eliminating them from the game.
Liz and Giselle were already strategizing, whispering to each other. “I think we’ll be fine. We just need to keep calm and stay quiet,” Liz said, shooting Giselle a confident look.
“Yeah, but let’s be real, if something jumps out at you, you are going to scream,” Giselle whispered back, making Liz roll her eyes in mock exasperation.
Wonyoung nudged Yujin with a smirk. “So, do you think you can handle this without screaming?” she teased, remembering how easily startled he could be sometimes.
Yujin grinned at her, trying to seem confident. “Umm… Yes… I was born for this… kind of stuff. You, on the other hand... I’m not sure if you’ll make it,” he teased back.
She raised an eyebrow, playfully narrowing her eyes at him. “We’ll see about that.”
Soon, the game master, a student dressed in a dark, ominous cloak with a scythe in hand, approached the group and handed them their first task cards. Each pair would receive a different objective to complete throughout the park, while staying quiet and avoiding the zombies.
Wonyoung and Yujin were handed their card: "Retrieve the lost key from the Old Oak Tree without being noticed."
Liz and Giselle exchanged a glance as they received their task: "Find the hidden scroll near the fountain and deliver it to the library."
***
As Yujin and Wonyoung quietly navigated through the eerie, dimly lit park, both of them were on edge. The shadows of the towering trees loomed large, and every rustle of leaves sent a shiver down their spines. They tried to stay calm, but the haunting atmosphere and the lurking "zombies" were making it harder and harder to keep their cool. Yujin was gripping Wonyoung’s hand tightly, and though they were both putting on brave faces, deep down, they were both scared.
The task seemed simple enough: find the Old Oak Tree and retrieve the key. But with so many trees around, identifying the right one was proving to be more difficult than they thought. Every tree seemed ancient and ominous in the low light.
“There’s so many trees here. How are we supposed to know which one is the right one?” Wonyoung whispered, her voice barely audible.
Yujin squinted, trying to spot something that looked like an “Old Oak Tree.” His heart was racing, and he felt scared, but he didn’t want to show how nervous he really was. “Just keep looking… there’s gotta be something,” he whispered back.
As they crept through the trees, Yujin suddenly spotted something — a small plastic tube inserted into the side of one of the trees. His eyes widened with excitement. “Wonyoung, look!” he whispered, tugging her sleeve gently. “I think I found something!”
Wonyoung raised an eyebrow, curious but cautious. They tiptoed toward the tree, being extra careful not to make any noise. Wonyoung knelt down, slowly pulling the tube from the tree carefully. Her heart raced, thinking they’d found a hidden clue. But as soon as she fully pulled it out and examined it, her face froze. It wasn’t a clue at all — it was just a tube for the tree’s fertilizer.
She felt a laugh bubbling up in her throat, and she quickly pressed her lips together to stifle it. Yujin’s eyes widened in realization, and he instantly covered his mouth with both hands to stop himself from laughing out loud.
Wonyoung glanced at him, and their eyes met, both of them struggling to contain their laughter. Her shoulders shook as she silently giggled, holding back the sound with all her might. She reached out to lightly punch Yujin, but then stopped herself, knowing any noise would get them caught. Instead, she grabbed his arm, half-playfully squeezing it as her body shook with silent laughter.
“You idiot,” she whispered in a barely audible voice, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “It’s just fertilizer!”
Yujin’s face was bright red, both from embarrassment and the effort to hold back his laughter. He couldn’t help it — he found the whole situation absolutely hilarious. With Wonyoung still holding his arm, he grabbed her hand and pulled her toward a corner behind one of the larger trees where they could be a little less visible. Once they were tucked away, they finally let out soft, breathless laughs, careful to keep their voices low.
“I can’t believe I thought that was a clue,” Yujin whispered, his voice shaking with laughter.
Wonyoung shook her head, still giggling. “You’re so stupid,” she whispered back. “I can’t believe we almost got caught over a tree fertilizer.”
They both leaned against the tree, laughing as quietly as they could, their bodies pressed close as they shared the ridiculousness of the moment. Even though the night was supposed to be scary, Yujin’s silly mistake had brought them a brief moment of joy.
After they calmed down, Yujin wiped a tear from the corner of his eye, still grinning. “Alright, let’s get serious again,” he said, though the smile on his face showed he wasn’t quite over the laughter yet.
Wonyoung took a deep breath, her lips still curved into a soft smile. “Yeah, let’s find the real clue this time.”
***
As Yujin and Wonyoung continued searching through the rows of trees, the eerie silence of the park was broken only by the soft rustling of leaves under their feet. Their earlier laughter had faded into determined focus as they checked each tree, careful not to make any noise that might attract the “zombies.”
Wonyoung was scanning a nearby tree when her eyes suddenly caught something glinting in the faint light. “Yujin,” she whispered excitedly, pointing toward a small key hanging from a low branch. They had found it!
But just as Wonyoung reached out to grab the key, her hand brushed against a dry branch, and the loud crack echoed through the park. Her heart sank as she realized her mistake.
Before either of them could react, they heard a low growl behind them. Slowly turning their heads, they saw a group of students dressed as zombies approaching, their eyes locked on Yujin and Wonyoung. The sudden noise had given away their location.
“Oh no,” Wonyoung whispered, her eyes wide with panic. Without thinking, she instinctively stepped in front of Yujin, shielding him from the advancing “zombies,” her body tense as she prepared for the worst.
Yujin, though startled by her protective stance, was scanning the area, desperately trying to think of a way to escape. That’s when he spotted it — a lone basketball lying on the ground, half-hidden in the shadows. An idea struck him.
In one swift motion, Yujin grabbed the basketball and, with all his might, threw it as far as he could into the distance. The ball bounced and rolled, causing a loud thud, thud, thud as it hit the ground. The sound immediately drew the attention of the zombies, who turned their heads and began to shuffle toward the noise.
“Now!” Yujin whispered urgently, grabbing Wonyoung’s hand. They bolted in the opposite direction, running as fast as they could through the trees.
They stumbled upon a small locker room hidden at the edge of the park, and without hesitation, Yujin pulled Wonyoung inside. As soon as they were both through the door, Yujin quickly locked it behind them, his breath coming in quick gasps from both exertion and laughter.
The darkness inside the locker room enveloped them, and they both collapsed against the wall, trying to catch their breath. The dim light from outside barely filtered in, casting faint shadows on their faces. Their hearts were racing, but the thrill of their narrow escape made them both start laughing, the sound barely controlled as they tried to stay quiet.
Wonyoung shook her head, still smiling. “You were quick on that one.”
Yujin shrugged playfully, the mischievous glint in his eyes sparkling even in the dark. “Well, I couldn’t let them get us. We’re a team.”
As Yujin sat down on the floor behind the door, he looked up at Wonyoung, who was still standing beside him. He glanced at the ground and grinned. “The floor is dirty. You could sit on my lap instead.”
Wonyoung giggled softly, loving his lightheartedness. She decided to tease him back, raising an eyebrow and smirking. “You can’t handle me,” she said, trying to sound bold, but her heart raced at the thought.
Yujin leaned forward, his expression full of challenge. “Try me.”
Smiling, Wonyoung gave in and carefully lowered herself onto his lap, sitting sideways. As soon as she settled, Yujin’s hands naturally found their place — one resting on her thigh, the other on the small of her back. She felt the warmth of his touch seep through her joggers, his fingers unconsciously caressing her thigh. A shiver ran through her, but she tried to keep her cool.
“Tonight’s been fun, hasn’t it?”
“Yeah, it really has,” Wonyoung agreed, her smile soft but her thoughts racing. “I wonder if Liz and Giselle survived all of this.”
But even as she spoke, her attention was drawn to the feeling of Yujin’s hand gently trailing over the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. It sent a rush of warmth through her body, making her hyper-aware of how close they were. She could feel the pressure of his lap underneath her, the fabric of her joggers doing little to lessen the sensation of sitting directly on his crotch. The heat between them was undeniable, growing with every passing second.
Wonyoung’s breath hitched, her body instinctively reacting to the tension. Without thinking, she reached up and cupped Yujin’s face in her hands, pulling him toward her. Their lips met in a soft but urgent kiss, and suddenly, the playfulness from before was replaced with a heady desire. Yujin responded immediately, his lips parting as he kissed her back, deeper and more intense.
His hand on her thigh began to move, tracing slow, deliberate circles as it inched higher, dangerously close to her core. The sensation made Wonyoung’s legs part slightly, inviting his touch as her body responded to him. She could feel the heat pooling low in her belly as their tongues tangled together, the intensity of the kiss making both of them let out soft, breathless moans.
Yujin’s other hand slid up her back, pulling her closer as he kissed her harder, more desperately. His fingers brushed along her inner thigh, making her tremble with anticipation as they roamed closer to her center. Every touch, every caress seemed to heighten the tension between them, and Wonyoung couldn’t help but arch into him, wanting more.
As Wonyoung kissed Yujin, her mind began to race. Since that talk we had, things have been so much smoother, she thought, feeling the warmth of his body pressed against hers. Yujin isn’t awkward around me anymore, not like before. We’ve grown so comfortable with each other, even when it comes to being physical. Moments like this had become more frequent, and for the first time, she realized how much they had changed as a couple. Just like right now... we’re actually starting to get comfortable with this side of things too.
Suddenly, Wonyoung felt Yujin’s hand slide further between her legs, and then he started rubbing her over her pants. The pressure of his touch sent a jolt of pleasure through her, and before she could stop herself, she moaned against his mouth, the word “fuck” slipping out in a breathless whisper. The sensation made her pulse quicken, turning her on in a way she hadn’t expected.
On the other hand, Yujin’s mind spinning as he realized what he was doing. Shit, my hand is rubbing her crotch... and she’s letting me. He could hardly believe it — this was uncharted territory for them. God, this is a breakthrough, he thought, feeling the heat of her body through the fabric of her joggers. His heart raced, his mind struggling to keep up with what was happening, but he knew this was a huge step for both of them.
We’ve been together for three months now, he reminded himself, trying to justify the moment. It wasn’t rushed; it felt natural, and Wonyoung’s reaction only encouraged him to keep going. He could feel her getting more and more turned on, and the fact that she was allowing this — craving it, even — made him feel like they were crossing into something new, something deeper.
Wonyoung, feeling the heat between them grow more intense, decided to be bold. Her hand slid down to Yujin’s crotch, and when she felt the hard length of him straining against his shorts, her fingers jolted slightly in surprise. Yujin groaned into her mouth, the sound sending shivers down her spine. He immediately moved his lips down to her neck, planting heated kisses along her skin, making her gasp softly.
Her body shifted instinctively, turning further to face him, wanting to feel more of him against her. Yujin’s hand that had been resting on her back now moved up, grabbing and squeezing her breast through her tracksuit top, his touch urgent and rough. The sensation made her breath hitch, her heart pounding in her chest as his hands roamed over her body.
Yujin, his other hand still rubbing fast her pussy over her pants, felt her legs spread wider, giving him more access. His fingers pressed harder against her, and the friction of the fabric combined with the heat of the moment made Wonyoung’s mind blur. The tension between them was electric, her pulse racing as Yujin's hands worked on her, the pleasure building faster than she expected. Both of them were lost in the moment, their breathing heavy and ragged, their bodies completely in sync as they gave in to their desire.
As Yujin's hand continued to press deeper against Wonyoung's core, her body responded, tensing with the intensity of the moment. His other hand slipped under her shirt, fingers grazing her skin as he moved upward toward her bra. But just then, Wonyoung's phone buzzed against her leg. She grabbed it with one hand, still rubbing Yujin’s crotch with the other. Glancing at the screen, she saw Giselle's name flash.
"It's Giselle," Wonyoung whispered, breathless. "The game's almost done... They're looking for us."
Yujin didn’t seem to care, his hand sliding up to cup her breast, fingers pinching teasingly where her nipple would be. Wonyoung gasped softly at the sensation, biting her lip to keep quiet. Her heart raced, torn between wanting to stay like this and knowing they had to go.
"They might think we're trapped in here," Wonyoung whispered, trying to hold back a laugh.
That’s when Yujin finally paused, leaning his head back against the wall with a soft thud. He let out a small groan, eyes half-lidded with frustration. Wonyoung chuckled, gently caressing the back of his head where he’d bumped it. “We’ll have plenty of next times.”
Yujin smiled, still catching his breath, and asked playfully, “Promise?”
“Promise,” Wonyoung replied with a grin. “But we should go claim our prizes now."
Yujin sighed dramatically but nodded, standing up as she did. "You're enough of a prize for me,” he teased, making Wonyoung blush slightly.
"I know," she said, a playful smirk on her lips, "but this isn’t the place for that."
With that, they sneaked out of the locker room, rejoining the game and soon meeting up with Liz and Giselle at the final checkpoint. As it turned out, Yujin and Wonyoung won a voucher for a samgyupsal restaurant, while Liz and Giselle earned vouchers from the school’s café.
Giselle looked between them, noticing their flushed faces. "Did you two get trapped somewhere or something?"
Wonyoung and Yujin exchanged a quick glance, sharing a secret smile. "Something like that," Wonyoung replied, feeling her heart flutter at the thought of what their next "trap" might hold.
***
The soft afternoon sunlight filtered through the windows of Yujin's apartment, as they cuddled on the couch. Wonyoung was straddling Yujin’s lap, her hands resting confidently on his chest as they kissed, a slow and familiar rhythm between them. They had grown used to this kind of intimacy, where touches lingered and kisses deepened, the boundaries slowly expanding.
Yujin's hands wandered over her body, tracing the lines of her shirt and down to the waistband of her pants, feeling the curve of her hips under his palms. Wonyoung, growing bolder, reciprocated his touches, her hands skimming over his torso as she explored him with equal confidence. Yujin felt a rush of adrenaline with every press of her body against his, the intensity building as their kisses grew hotter.
His hands slipped from her waist down to her ass, kneading gently, and Wonyoung let out a soft moan against his lips, sending a jolt of desire through him. Her breath hitched, and Yujin listened intently, attuned to every subtle response from her — the way her body arched closer, how her grip tightened on his shoulders.
Spurred on by her reactions, Yujin began to gently rock her hips against his, testing the waters, wanting to see just how far he could take things without crossing any lines. With each movement, their bodies pressed closer together, and Wonyoung’s breathing quickened as her hips instinctively followed his rhythm, the friction between them electrifying.
Wonyoung’s lips parted slightly as she gasped into his mouth, her hands clutching the back of his neck for support as their grinding became more deliberate. Yujin's heart pounded in his chest, the heat between them undeniable. Every small moan she let slip sent a thrill through him, his own restraint slipping with each roll of her hips against him.
They were humping against each other now, the tension mounting with every movement. Yujin could feel himself hardening beneath her, the thin fabric of their clothes doing little to suppress the intensity of their need. Wonyoung's body pressed tighter against his, her moans growing slightly louder as she became more lost in the moment.
Yujin’s mind raced — he knew they were both on the edge, testing boundaries, and the thought excited him. He wanted to keep pushing, to see how far they could go, but he also knew he has to be careful.
Wonyoung, eyes half-lidded with desire, pulled back for a breath, resting her forehead against his. Both of them were breathing heavily, the weight of their shared desire hanging in the air. She couldn't believe what she was doing. Straddling Yujin’s lap, her body pressed so close to his, she felt the heat radiating between them. She wasn’t even thinking anymore — her body was moving on its own. With each slow grind of her hips, she rubbed herself against Yujin’s, the friction making her gasp softly.
Yujin sat frozen beneath Wonyoung, his heart racing as he watched her move. The sight of her grinding against him, her face flushed with desire, sent a surge of heat through him. His hands gripped her hips tightly, trying to control himself, but the way she pressed herself against his thigh, her soft gasps filling the air, drove him wild.
Seeing her like this — so unrestrained, so vulnerable — made Yujin’s mind spin. The friction of her body against his only made him imagine what it would be like without the barrier of clothes. If this felt so good, how would it feel if there were nothing between them? His heart pounded in his chest, and he swallowed hard, trying to control the rising desire.
The feeling of his hands resting lightly on her waist sent tingles through her skin, encouraging her to keep going. She felt an unfamiliar yet intoxicating warmth building low in her belly, an ache that she couldn't ignore. The more she moved, the more the sensation intensified, like her body was craving something, something she didn’t quite understand but couldn’t stop chasing. Her breath quickened, her movements becoming more desperate as she pressed herself harder against him.
Wonyoung's mind was a whirl of confusion and desire. She couldn't believe she was grinding herself like this, but it felt so good, too good to stop. With each movement, that strange pressure deep inside her grew, like a knot tightening, and she knew it was close to unraveling, though she didn’t know what exactly was happening. She just knew that her body was begging for more.
Then, all of a sudden, it hit her. A wave of intense pleasure rolled through her, catching her completely off guard. Her body tensed, her hips stilling for a moment before a shudder ran through her. Her breath hitched, and she let out a soft moan, feeling something release deep inside, her lower body quivering. It was like nothing she’d ever felt before — so good, but confusing at the same time.
Her cheeks burned as she came down from the high, the heat still lingering in her lower belly, but she couldn't quite make sense of what had just happened. All she knew was that it felt amazing, something she had never experienced before, but at the same time, it left her breathless and dazed. She glanced at Yujin, wondering if he had any idea, her heart still racing as she tried to process the rush of pleasure that had just taken over her body.
As Wonyoung pulled back slightly from their heated kiss, the grinding between them slowing, her fingers lightly traced the edge of Yujin’s jaw. She looked at him differently now — her gaze intense, filled with a want that was unmistakable. Then, out of nowhere, she bit her lower lip and smiled, that teasing glint in her eyes.
As Wonyoung reached her release, he felt her body tense, her breath catching in her throat, and he could tell by the way she shuddered against him that she had just experienced something intense. His own body reacted immediately — he was already getting hard, the tightness in his pants unbearable now. The thought of being inside her crossed his mind, and it only made the ache worse. If they could do this, humping and grinding like that, then... maybe they could take it further, right? Maybe they could have sex now.
"I was thinking... maybe you want to come to my course’s party tonight after all?"
Yujin’s heart skipped a beat at the unexpected invitation. Still caught in the moment, trying to process everything. It surprised him. Wonyoung wasn’t even planning on inviting him. But now, things between them were going so well, and her sudden change of heart felt like a step forward. Her words lingered in the air, making him wonder what had shifted. He blinked, still processing. "You want me to go?"
Her question threw him off, but the need in his body was still there — hard, aching, begging for release. He wanted to finish too, to feel that same rush she had just experienced, but he was too shy to say anything. He didn’t want to seem demanding or selfish. Yujin bit his lip, looking down at her, feeling his face heat up in embarrassment.
Wonyoung nodded, a little smile playing on her lips. "Yeah, it’ll be fun with you there. If you’re free tonight."
For a brief moment, Yujin paused, caught between the excitement of her invitation and the plans he had already made. He was already set to attend his own course’s event, something that had been locked in for a while since she didn’t want him to come to hers before. His mind spun, thinking about how perfect it would be to spend the night with her instead. But he knew he couldn’t back out of his previous commitment so last minute.
"I’d love to... but I already made plans to go to my course party tonight," he admitted, his voice gentle. To soften the blow, he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to her neck.
Wonyoung’s smile faltered slightly, just for a moment, and Yujin could tell she hadn’t expected him to say no. "Oh... okay," she replied, though there was a hint of disappointment she couldn’t quite hide.
She shifted a little in his lap, playing it off, though Yujin could see the change in her expression. It tugged at him, but he knew he couldn't let it weigh on him too much. She understood, but he also knew she wanted them to share this night together.
Wonyoung tried to brush it off with a smile, saying, "Have fun at your party then. Just... don’t drink a lot, okay?"
Yujin could see through her attempt to stay upbeat, and he wanted to make things right. He kissed her softly, trying to bring back that warmth between them. "How about this?" he murmured against her lips. "Maybe we meet up after both of our parties? We can continue partying privately."
Wonyoung’s smile returned, her eyes lighting up again at the suggestion. "I like that," she said softly, her hand gently caressing his cheek. "Yeah, we can do that."
Yujin grinned, relieved that her mood had lifted. "Perfect. We’ll have our own after-party."