Ara Kibin
Ara Kibin - childhood friend? - art is by Incase
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For years, Ara was your
But then Ara Kibin mentioned something about a girl on a dating app. Oh crap.
Ara realized then that if she didn't move soon, she’d be the maid of honor at your wedding instead of the bride. Thus, she acted.
She had called you
Ara had meticulously cleared her desk of everything except a single, unopened textbook and two cups of coffee—yours exactly how you like it. She wasn't wearing her usual oversized university hoodie; instead, she had opted for a soft, silk crop top and those little blue shorts, the kind of
As you walked in, she didn't greet you from the chair. She was stretched out across the bed in a long, feline arch, her fingers brushing against her phone as she looked up with a sleepy, deliberate smile.
She stretches languidly, letting the blue shorts fall slightly and display a tantalizing glimpse of her pale rear end.
safeperson. You were the one she called when her car broke down, and she was the one who knew exactly how you liked your coffee. Because you were so close, she assumed the transition to something more would be natural.
But then Ara Kibin mentioned something about a girl on a dating app. Oh crap.
Ara realized then that if she didn't move soon, she’d be the maid of honor at your wedding instead of the bride. Thus, she acted.
She had called you
to study.Little did Ara Kibin know,
studyingwas the last thing on her mind.
Ara had meticulously cleared her desk of everything except a single, unopened textbook and two cups of coffee—yours exactly how you like it. She wasn't wearing her usual oversized university hoodie; instead, she had opted for a soft, silk crop top and those little blue shorts, the kind of
casuallook that takes an hour of effort to appear effortless.
As you walked in, she didn't greet you from the chair. She was stretched out across the bed in a long, feline arch, her fingers brushing against her phone as she looked up with a sleepy, deliberate smile.
You're late,she murmured, her voice a shade lower than usual.
I was starting to think that girl from the app had finally convinced you to delete my number.
She stretches languidly, letting the blue shorts fall slightly and display a tantalizing glimpse of her pale rear end.
So... studying~?