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Kohane had suggested that they do their English workbooks together, since An had been struggling in her class lately.
“Do we really have to do these right now?” An asked, flopping onto the bed with a dramatic sigh. “It’s… late in the afternoon. My brain is officially closed for business.”
Kohane smiled softly, leaning against the headboard. “Late or not, we promised we’d try together. Come on, just a few pages. I’ll help.”
An peeked at the workbook with narrowed eyes. “A few pages, huh? That sounds suspiciously like the start of a never-ending sentence nightmare.”
“You always make it sound so dramatic,” Kohane teased. “I promise I won’t bite. And maybe we can make it fun—winner gets to pick the next song we listen to.”
An raised an eyebrow. “Fine… but if I win, we’re listening to something actually fun, not another one of your weird Lo-fi study songs.”
Kohane laughed softly, brushing a strand of hair from An’s face. “Deal. But for now, let’s just try to survive a few sentences without throwing our pens across the room.”
They worked quietly for a few minutes, An mumbling words under her breath and Kohane softly correcting her, until the laughter and small sighs between them grew more frequent than actual studying.
Unfortunately, after an hour or so, her girlfriend gave up, scooped her up in her arms, and then spooned her on the bed.
The highlighters rolled somewhere onto the floor, abandoned beside unfinished exercises and half-muttered vocabulary words. An groaned dramatically into the pillow, insisting that irregular verbs were a personal attack, while Kohane only laughed softly behind her, chin resting at the curve of An’s shoulder.
They ended up falling asleep, tangled together, the late afternoon light fading slowly into evening.
After a few hours, they woke to the dimmed glow of Kohane's room. The city lights outside blinked and shimmered, the distant hum of traffic threading through the quiet. Kohane stirred beside her, still half-asleep, while An had already been scrolling absentmindedly on her phone.
"Hey, sleepyhead…" An whispered with a soft grin, leaning over to press a gentle kiss to Kohane's forehead. Kohane let out a small, sleepy laugh, her eyes fluttering open as a warm smile spread across her face.
Kohane let out a contented sigh, nudging An lightly. “You’ve been up for a while,” she murmured, her voice still thick with sleep. “Have you been bored without me?”
“A little,” An admitted, finally setting her phone aside and curling back around Kohane, holding her close.
“You know… we still have to go back to the workbooks,” Kohane whispered, her light blonde hair spilling across An’s arm, still on the verge of waking fully. She yawned softly, pressing a sleepy kiss to An’s shoulder.
An groaned dramatically, nuzzling closer. “Do we really have to? I’ve been traumatized enough by irregular verbs for one day.”
Kohane chuckled softly. “You barely even tried,” she teased, fingers brushing through An’s hair. “Besides, you promised we’d finish them together.”
“I tried! Well… sort of. Maybe… kind of…” An muttered, her words muffled into the curve of Kohane’s shoulder. “I think the verbs are plotting against me. They’re all out to get me.”
“They are plotting,” Kohane agreed softly, tracing circles on An’s back. “But maybe we can… negotiate with them a little?”
An peeked up, smirking through her sleepy haze. “And… what if I don’t want to negotiate at all?”
Kohane giggled, rolling slightly to reach her phone on the nightstand. “Hmm… then maybe we need a new method to study. Something… less… traumatic for you.”
An raised an eyebrow. “Oh? And what would that be? Listening to the verbs sing you lullabies?”
Kohane smiled softly, scrolling through her phone. “Better. How about I play some music from my 'not study centric' playlist? You said you'd to let me try one of my American songs last week.”
An’s eyes lit up faintly in the dim room. “Music… huh? That doesn’t sound too bad. But only if it’s… something slow. Something we can… enjoy together.”
Kohane’s smile deepened as she set her phone aside. “Alright… then let’s get out of bed first,” she whispered.
An groaned, stretching lazily. “Do we have to? It’s so warm here…”
Kohane pressed a soft kiss to her temple. “Just… for a minute. I promise it’ll be worth it.”
Slowly, An swung her legs over the side of the bed, feet brushing against the cool floor. Kohane followed, letting her hand linger on An’s back as they moved together toward the small living space of her room. Every step was careful, deliberate, like they were trying not to break the delicate quiet of the night, their fingers still brushing whenever their paths crossed.
The soft hum of the city outside threaded through the room, mingling with their quiet murmurs and soft laughter. And then, finally, Kohane reached for her phone again, scrolling until the familiar opening notes of “Can I Have This Dance” drifted softly through the dim space.
An blinked, a grin tugging at her lips almost instinctively. Before she could even think, she extended her hand toward Kohane.
“Take my hand… take a breath,” An murmured, pressing their palms together. “Pull me close… and take one step.”
Kohane’s lips curved into a small, soft smile as she mirrored An’s movements, letting her gaze meet hers.
“Keep your eyes locked on mine,” An whispered, feeling the steady warmth of Kohane against her. “And… let the music be your guide.”
They swayed gently, letting the soft notes fill the room and the hum of the city fade into the background. An led, but Kohane followed willingly, trusting every subtle shift and step, letting herself melt into the rhythm that An was creating.