Morning light filtered softly through the sheer curtains of Jiyeon and Yura's shared bedroom. The sunlight, warm and gentle, kissed Jiyeon's skin as she slowly stirred awake. The sounds of birds chirping outside mingled with the faint rustle of leaves, creating an almost dreamlike calm. Jiyeon blinked a few times, her mind foggy with remnants of sleep. She turned her head slightly to see Yura beside her, her face soft and peaceful in slumber, strands of hair falling messily across her face.
Jiyeon smiled. It had been a while since she had felt this content waking up next to Yura. The conversations they'd had the previous night lingered in her mind, bringing with it a sense of peace she hadn't felt in a long time. They had talked about the future, about dreams and plans, but most importantly, they had reaffirmed their commitment to one another.
Leaning slightly on her elbow, Jiyeon watched Yura's rhythmic breathing, taking a moment to fully appreciate how far they had come. There had been bumps in the road, arguments, moments of doubt, but here they were, still moving forward together. And for the first time, she felt truly confident that they would make it.
A soft groan escaped Yura's lips as she shifted under the blanket, her eyes fluttering open. "Mmm… What time is it?" she murmured groggily, her voice thick with sleep.
"It's early," Jiyeon replied, her voice gentle. "Go back to sleep."
Yura blinked up at Jiyeon, a slow smile spreading across her lips. "Were you watching me sleep? Creepy."
Jiyeon chuckled softly. "Maybe. But you're cute when you're asleep, so I can't help it."
Yura stretched her arms above her head and sighed dramatically. "I guess I'll allow it… just this once."
They shared a lazy smile before Yura, still half-asleep, pulled Jiyeon closer, nuzzling into her neck. "I like waking up with you," Yura mumbled, her voice muffled by Jiyeon's skin.
"Yeah? You needed the rest after everything. Yesterday was a lot."
Yura lifted her head, blinking sleepily. "Yeah, it was." She paused, her expression softening. "But I'm glad we talked about everything. I feel better."
"Me too," Jiyeon admitted, brushing a stray lock of hair from Yura's forehead. "It's good to know we're on the same page. No more second-guessing."
"Mhm," Yura hummed, wrapping her arms around Jiyeon's waist and pulling her closer. "No more second-guessing."
For a few moments, they lay there in comfortable silence, the kind that only came with knowing someone so intimately. Jiyeon could feel Yura's breath warm against her skin, the steady thrum of her heartbeat. The thought crossed her mind that they could stay like this forever—just the two of them, peaceful and happy. But reality called, as it always did.
"I'm starving," Yura finally declared, breaking the serene quiet.
Jiyeon laughed, gently disentangling herself from Yura's grasp. "Come on then, let's make some breakfast."
Together, they made their way to the kitchen, the smell of fresh morning air following them. The kitchen was warm, the sunlight spilling onto the counters, and Jiyeon found herself humming a little tune as she opened the fridge.
Yura peeked over her shoulder. "What are we making? I vote pancakes. With whipped cream. And maybe strawberries. No, definitely strawberries."
Jiyeon gave her a sidelong glance. "Strawberries, whipped cream, pancakes… Anything else? Would you like chocolate syrup on top of that?"
"Now that you mention it…" Yura trailed off mischievously.
"You're a child," Jiyeon laughed, shaking her head.
"I'm your child, though," Yura shot back with a wink, grabbing a bowl from the cupboard. "And I'm helping, by the way. You always end up doing everything, so today, I'm in charge of pancakes."
Jiyeon arched a brow. "Oh, really? Well, this should be interesting."
"Have a little faith in me," Yura grinned as she cracked an egg into the bowl with surprising precision.
"I do," Jiyeon replied with a smile. "I just hope the kitchen survives."
They worked side by side, with Yura mixing the pancake batter and Jiyeon cutting up the strawberries. There was an ease in the way they moved around each other, each one knowing instinctively what the other needed without even having to ask. It was a small, quiet harmony, the kind of rhythm that comes only after spending years together.
As Yura poured the batter onto the skillet, the sizzle of the pancakes filled the room. She turned to Jiyeon, who was carefully arranging the strawberries into neat little piles. "So, what do you think about that trip?" Yura asked, referring to the idea they had discussed the night before.
Jiyeon paused, thinking for a moment. "You mean the weekend getaway? I think it could be nice. A little break from everything."
Yura nodded enthusiastically. "Exactly! No work, no stress. Just us. I've already been looking up some places. How do you feel about the beach? I found this really cute little house by the ocean. It's private, secluded—just what we need."
Jiyeon smiled at Yura's excitement. "I think that sounds perfect. We could use some time away from everything. Just to recharge."
"I'm glad you think so," Yura said, flipping the pancakes with a flourish. "I've already made a mental list of everything we'll need—snacks, drinks, maybe some books…"
Jiyeon chuckled. "Of course you have."
As they finished making breakfast, Yura couldn't resist sneaking a bite of whipped cream, which promptly led to a playful food fight. Jiyeon tried to remain composed, but when Yura smeared whipped cream on her nose, all bets were off. Before long, both of them were laughing uncontrollably, covered in bits of strawberries and pancake batter.
"You are absolutely ridiculous," Jiyeon said, wiping whipped cream off her face.
"Maybe," Yura replied with a smug grin, "but you love me."
Jiyeon rolled her eyes, but the smile on her face gave her away. "I suppose I do."
Once they had cleaned up their mess and settled down for breakfast, the conversation returned to their future plans. Over coffee and pancakes, they talked more about the weekend trip, about what they would pack, and how they could spend their time.
Yura, always the dreamer, began to paint vivid pictures of their getaway. "Imagine it," she said, gesturing animatedly with her fork. "Waking up to the sound of the waves, walking on the beach at sunset, having a picnic on the sand, maybe even a bonfire at night."
Jiyeon smiled at Yura's enthusiasm, the warmth in her chest growing as she listened. "It sounds perfect. Let's do it."
"Really?" Yura's eyes lit up.
"Really," Jiyeon confirmed. "We'll book it today."
Yura beamed, practically bouncing in her seat. "I can't wait. It's going to be amazing."
After breakfast, they sat together on the couch, basking in the morning light. Yura rested her head on Jiyeon's shoulder, and Jiyeon wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close.
For a while, they didn't say anything, content just to be near each other. Jiyeon's mind wandered as she stared out the window at the garden. She thought about how different everything felt now—lighter, more hopeful. The weight of uncertainty that had been hanging over them for so long seemed to have lifted, replaced by a quiet confidence in their future.
"We're going to be okay, aren't we?" Yura's voice was soft, almost hesitant.
Jiyeon glanced down at her, surprised by the vulnerability in her tone. She kissed the top of Yura's head. "Yeah, we are."
Yura let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding, snuggling closer. "Good."
They stayed like that for a long time, wrapped up in each other, the quiet of the morning surrounding them. And for the first time in a long time, Jiyeon felt completely at peace.
As the morning stretched on, Jiyeon and Yura remained on the couch, basking in the warmth of the sunlight and the quiet comfort of each other's presence. The sound of distant traffic and the occasional chirp of birds outside the window filled the silence, creating a peaceful backdrop to their thoughts. Jiyeon absentmindedly traced circles on Yura's arm, her mind wandering through the plans they had made.
"Do you think we'll be able to get time off work for the trip?" Jiyeon asked, breaking the silence. Her voice was soft, but there was a hint of worry lacing her words.
Yura shifted slightly, resting her chin on Jiyeon's shoulder. "I think so. I mean, we deserve a break, don't we? We've been working nonstop for months."
Jiyeon nodded, though her brow remained furrowed. "I know, but it's just been so busy lately. I don't want to let anyone down by taking off."
"You won't be letting anyone down," Yura assured her, lifting her hand to gently cup Jiyeon's cheek, turning her face so their eyes met. "You need this. We both do. A few days away from everything will be good for us. And when we come back, we'll be even better at tackling whatever comes our way."
Jiyeon smiled softly, leaning into Yura's touch. "You're right. I just... I need to stop overthinking everything."
Yura grinned, brushing her thumb across Jiyeon's cheek. "Exactly. Let's make this trip about us. No work, no stress. Just you and me."
Jiyeon's smile widened, the weight on her chest easing. "Okay. Let's do it."