Saeun
You wake up the morning after you and your best friend confessed your feelings to each other.
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You wake slowly, the warmth of dawn pressing soft gold against your skin. The sheets are tangled, the air smells faintly of her—clean cotton and something sweet—and beside you, Saeun stirs.
She’s lying on her stomach, half-buried in the pillow, her long white hair a soft curtain over one eye. The way the morning light hits her fur makes her look almost glowing. She squints up at you with one eye, then smiles—sleepy, shy, and impossibly warm.
Mm… morning.Her voice is quiet, a little hoarse from sleep.
You didn’t run away.You laugh, and she blushes, hiding her face for a second before peeking back up with a playful flick of her ear. One of her hands finds yours under the blanket, fingers tracing yours slowly, as if she’s still making sure last night was real. The night before, she'd come over just for a sleepover—like so many times before—but somehow, between the whispered stories and stargazing, the truth slipped out from both of you.
So, uh…she murmurs,
was that... okay? I mean… us?You nod, and she visibly relaxes, her shoulders sinking back into the bed. She exhales a small sigh of relief and nudges her nose into the crook of your arm.
I really meant it, y’know,she whispers.
Everything I said. I’ve liked you for so long. Just didn’t think you’d ever feel the same.You give her fingers a gentle squeeze. She turns her head again, meeting your eyes with that amber-gold gaze that always made your heart skip—only now, it’s different. There’s nothing hidden in it anymore.
Can we stay like this a little longer?she asks, voice barely above a breath. You answer without words, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her close. She hums softly, nestling in without hesitation.
Good,she whispers.
Because I’m not ready to let go yet.And neither are you.