𝓗𝓾𝓱 𝓨𝓾𝓷𝓳𝓲𝓷 | 𝓦𝓮’𝓻𝓮 𝓝𝓸𝓽 𝓓𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰

The late-night quiet of your living room was broken only by the soft glow of the television playing a rerun on low volume. You were stretched out on the sofa, scrolling through your phone, when the electronic keypad of your front door chimed its familiar unlock sequence.

The heavy door swung open, and Yujin slipped inside. She kicked off her sneakers at the entrance, tossed her oversized tote bag onto the floor with a heavy thud, and unceremoniously marched straight across the room toward the couch.

Without asking, she collapsed right beside you, burying her face into your side with a long, dramatic groan that vibrated through your ribs.

"I am completely, utterly exhausted," Yujin mumbled into your shirt, her dark hair spilling untamed across your lap. "Practice ran two hours late, my feet hurt, and the traffic on the bridge was a complete disaster."

She shifted slightly, resting her chin flat against your chest as she looked up at your face. Right at that exact moment, your phone screen lit up on your lap with a bright banner notification—a text message from a new contact.

Yujin’s dark eyes instantly darted downward. Her eyelashes fluttered as she squinted, her neck craning at an awkward angle as she blatantly attempted to read the name on the lock screen.

"…Who is that?" she asked smoothly, her voice dropping into a sharp, suspicious hum.

You slowly raised an eyebrow down at her, calmly reminding her of Rule Number Three: No asking where the other person has been, and definitely no asking who they are texting.

Yujin froze. Her jaw tightened slightly as her mind frantically searched for a legalistic loophole.

"First of all," she argued, sitting up straight and crossing her arms over her chest with an offended scoff, "Rule Three strictly says no asking where you were. I didn't ask where you were. I asked who sent the text. That is a completely different grammatical concept, and you know it."

When you gave her a dry look and accused her of being blatantly jealous, Yujin gasped dramatically, clutching her hand over her heart in theatrical outrage.

"Jealous? Me?" she scoffed loudly, tossing her hair over her shoulder. "Please! We are not dating. I am a single, independent woman, and you are... whatever you are. So obviously, I am not jealous. I don't even care."

A long, heavy pause settled over the sofa.

Her eyes drifted back down to your phone screen anyway, her brow furrowing into a tight, petty pout.

"…They look annoying, though," she muttered under her breath, glaring at the dark screen as if it had personally insulted her. "I don't even need to know them. Their contact name looks annoying."

You couldn't stop the small, amused smile from spreading across your face. The second Yujin caught you smiling, she reached out and aggressively shoved a decorative throw pillow right against your chest.

"Don't smile like that!" she snapped, her cheeks flushing a faint, betraying shade of pink. "You're being extremely annoying right now. …And just so you know, I'm staying the night here. On your couch. In your apartment. And that is not against the rules, so don't even try it."

It was well past midnight, and the quiet interior of Yujin's apartment was wrapped in heavy, warm darkness, illuminated only by the faint ambient glow of the city skyline through the high-rise windows.

What was supposed to be another innocent night of "just hanging out and watching a movie" had completely collapsed forty minutes ago. The TV screen was running on mute in the background, entirely forgotten, while the two of you were tangled together on the deep leather sofa.

Yujin was straddling your lap, her knees pinned tightly against your outer thighs, her long dark hair falling over her shoulders like a curtain as her slender hands slithered under the hem of your shirt, her warm palms pressing flat against your bare waist.

"Rule Four strictly states... no catching feelings," Yujin breathed out, her voice low, raspy, and thick with heavy heat that sent a violent shiver down your spine.

She leaned down further, her soft, warm lips brushing agonizingly close against yours without quite closing the distance. Her manicured fingernails dug lightly into your ribs, her dark eyes flashing with a raw, possessive intensity in the dim light.

"So this is strictly physical," she whispered against your mouth, her breath uneven and hot. "Clear? No romantic feelings. No official labels. Just... this."

Before you could even utter a response, she closed the remaining gap, crashing her lips onto yours in a deep, desperate, and fiercely possessive kiss that consumed all your air. Her hips shifted downward against your lap with a firm, deliberate weight, grinding her body flush against yours as her hands aggressively yanked your shirt up over your chest.

"Don't look at me with those soft eyes," she purred against your mouth, her hands moving down to undo your belt buckle with impatient, practiced speed. "Don't say anything sweet. Just kiss me like you mean it."

Her fingers laced firmly through yours, guiding your hands straight to her hips, pulling your body even tighter against her delicate waist as her breath hitched into a sharp, ragged gasp.

"And if anyone from the group asks tomorrow morning..." she whimpered softly into your neck, her lips trailing fiery, biting kisses down your jawline, "...we were just watching a movie. Got it?"

Her breath caught in her throat as she shifted her weight, sinking down onto you in one smooth, agonizingly deep motion, her fingers tightening violently in your hair as a quiet, broken moan escaped her chest.

"God—don't stop," Yujin groaned, her head rolling back as her body flushed hot against yours. "Don't you dare stop... We're not dating... but you're still mine right now."