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“Are you sure?” He whispered, his breath hot on her face.
Her heart had never beaten so fast. Competing in fencing brought a rush of adrenaline, but this, this was something else all together. Laying in his bed, the door locked behind them and his eyes shining at her in that way they always did - this feeling had never been felt before he entered into her life.
It was addictive, Heedo discovered once they finally started this part of their relationship. The need to always want to tell Yijin everything first. And touching him, touching him felt like a lifeline. And kissing him? Kissing him gave her life. She had air when he kissed her. And when they were in each other’s orbit Heedo felt like anything was possible.
Her lips quirked up into the smile he had gotten used to seeing; a smile reserved just for him.
“I’m sure,” she replied confidently, demonstrating with another searing kiss. Her hands had been growing bold recently, finding the unexplored territory beneath his waistband. She wanted to know all of him; from every curve and hill carved from the muscles of his arms and chest, to the scars scattered on his elbows and knees from rambunctious childhood days, and the most enticing, mysterious thing hidden and tucked carefully away that always seemed to make its presence known when they were alone like this, that Yijin never wanted her to feel uncomfortable with.
She wanted it all, and if that were greedy so be it. There had never been anything to stop her from getting what she wanted before, so she felt confident enough when she started to tug at the buttons of his trousers, undoing them enough to be able to access the hardness hidden away.
He responded to the kiss, but she could feel him holding back.
“Baek Yijin,” she pulled away, serious eyes meeting his hesitant ones. “I mean it, I want this. I want you. All of you.”
“Once we do this though,” he said, thumb tracing her lips. “I don’t want you to regret it.”
“That’s my regret to have or not have,” Heedo replied. “And I’m not worried about that right now. I just want to feel even closer to you because if I don’t I think I might just explode.”
Yijin stared at her for a long moment, his fingers brushing back the hair in her eyes before he smiled the tiniest of hopeful smiles.
“Okay,” he breathed out, lips finding hers again. “I want you too, Heedo. I always have.”
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Later, in the afterglow when they find themselves wrapped and tangled in blankets together, Heedo's heart slows to a steady beat. Her bare chest is against his, ears pressed to hear his own heart's unique melody. His fingers slowly move in circles on her back, his other hand holding her close.
Summer rain had started to gracefully hit the windows, the only sound disturbing the quiet bliss.
It felt right, this.
Heedo snuggled impossibly closer into Yijin, causing a pause in the rhythmic circles. He chuckled, turning his head so he could see her in the dark shadows. A brief kiss to the forehead made her smile, which in turn made him smile wider.
He had been thinking about what to do about reporting sports. There had never been a professional distance between him and Heedo; he would never want that with her. Silly ideas were beginning to plant themselves in his imagination.
Matching couples suitcases, vacations together to hide when the world's eyes were too critical, a shared apartment in some small but up and coming neighborhood of Seoul that each could commute from. A ring that would sparkle brightly on her finger. A little girl or boy with her smile and spirit.
He wanted it all with her.
As the rain fell, and her hands grasped him tightly as though afraid he would disappear, he made a decision.
To have everything with Heedo meant he would have to take another step in his career. It was only natural for reporters to eventually cover something else. He couldn't be on sports forever.
He closed his eyes, Heedo in his arms while he envisioned the days ahead.
They both slept blissfully ignorant.