4 Awkward

After what seemed like hours of class, Yoon-ah picked up a book from the library and went to her room. She was a bit worried because if Eungi was there, then it would have been awkward. But at the same time, she did want to see the older.

When Yoon-ah entered the room, no one was there,

𝘗𝘩𝘦𝘸.

She walked up to the broken bed and threw her backpack.

She sat on the ground and started checking her social media.

The bathroom door opened to see a half-naked Eungi dripped in water.

Yoon-ah widened her eyes so she quickly snapped her head away from her, avoiding her gaze.

"S-sorry I didn't know you were in there." She apologized.

"It's fine. Why the fuck are you turning away?" She asked coldly walking into the closet.

Yoon-ah was red as a tomato. but she knew that if kept her head turned away, Eungi would know that she was gay. Yoon-ah turned back and kept strolling through her phone, not paying attention to the screen.

After the raven-haired knew that Eungi as done changing she returned to her normal state.

𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦. 𝘏𝘰𝘵, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦.

Yoon-ah stood from the ground and walked over to the table placed between two beds to charge her phone. Eungi was tossing old clothes in the laundry bag.

"Watch out!"

The older tried to grab Yoon-ah's arms to bring her up but it was too late.

They both went down with Eungi on top of her.

The bed made a cracking sound and they both felt the mattress inflate and depress.

"The beds broken, remember?" Eungi's deep voice echoed through Yoon-ah's ear.

Yoon-ah could feel the others hot breath in her hear and her heart felt like a sledgehammer. Eungi's hair smelled so sweet and fresh, like roses from taking a shower. It was so addictive to Yoon-ah.

They were practically glued together and Yoon-ah pressed her face deeper into the mattress due to her embarrassment.

Her lower part of her body was 𝘸𝘦𝘵.

"Ok! I'm gonna take a shower! Bye!" Yoon-ah pushed Eungi off and dashed towards the bathroom.

She slammed the door behind her and collapsed on the ground.

𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬

Eventually calming down, Yoon-ah rose up and looked directly in the mirror. She was fully naked now, satisfying her needs while the shower was running.

Her face turned red. Eungi couldn't hear right?

She had rather a slim-ish figure. She was short, about 5'1, which made Eungi a head taller than her.

𝘚𝘩𝘪𝘵.

After Yoon-ah finished taking a shower, she realized that she didn't bring clothes with her.

Eungi was still in the room and she showed no signs of leaving.

"I'm such an idiot." She mumbled ruffling her long dark locks with the towel.

She could just wrap herself with a towel but she was too shy.

She was very self-conscious about her body. Yoon-ah wasn't muscular yet she wasn't fat either. She had the smoothest skin any person would want. But that wasn't the problem.

She had a huge scar on her chest. It looked like an ax glazed through her skin and just by thinking of it pained her.

Yoon-ah traced the scar lightly with her finger.

"Are you done yet?"

𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬.

"Uh-um yeah! Can you do me a favor?" Yoon-ah shouted while wrapping two towels around her chest and legs.

"What?" Eungi yelled back.

"C-can you bring me the-uh black duffle bag that's on the bed?" Yoon-ah asked nervously.

"Why can't you come out and get it?" The older said in an annoyed tone.

𝘚𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘵. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘮 𝘐 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺? Yoon-ah thought panicked.

"Because I-It's too cold outside!" Yoon-ah cringed while waiting for an answer.

"What the fuck?"

"I have low body temperature! Just please get the bag for me!"

Yoon-ah heard shuffling outside the door.

A few moments later she heard a knock on the door.

Yoon-ah opened it peeking her head out.

"T-thank you."

The older sighed and handed the bag to him.

Before she could close the door, a hand stopped her.

"Uh wait," Eungi started.

"You know the walls aren't soundproof right?"

"W-what?"