《forbidden love I : yuchae》FORBIDDEN LOVE : A bit of butterflies
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Chaeryeong opened her eyes and immediately sat up on her bed, checking the time on her clock hung on the wall. Seeing the time, she looked beside her and saw the younger still in deep sleep. "Yuna, come on, wake up. It's six already". She mumbled. Yuna yawned but didn't response to the woman.
"Aish, when will you learn waking up early,huh?". She mumbled before standing up, still facing the sleeping woman on the bed. "Yuna-ya, if you will not gonna wake up, I'll leave you".
The younger automatically opened her eyes and groaned. "Five minutes more?".
"No".
"Please?".
"Yuna, It's six fifteen already".
"But I'm still sleepy".
"The I'll leave you".
"Unnie please?".
"No".
Yuna sighed, pouting and crossing her arms while the older just stared at her, confusedly. "Argh, fine. Just five minutes, okay?". Chaeryeong said in defeat, seeing Yuna sulking in front of her.
The younger let out a satisfied giggle before spreading her arms widely. "You too, Unnie". She said while waiting for the woman to get her hands.
"But I have to prepare". Chaeryeong replied. She wanted to take a sleep again but she she need to get ready for today.
"Unnie, it's still early. Our school isn't that far that we're gotta be late. Remember we're the first ones arrived yesterday, right?". Yuna said. They were really not the first ones arrived but they're too early to be there that they waited a long time before the classes started.
Sighing in defeat, Chaeryeong accepted Yuna's hand. But the moment her hands held Yuna's, the taller woman suddenly pulled her closer causing her to fall on the younger's top. Her face landed to the crook of Yuna's neck and her favorite scent of Yuna was still there.
Yuna's face move a bit on her side. "Bet you're comfortable. Now sleep again". She muttered, breath hitting the older's ears. Chaeryeong can clearly feel it that she can even felt some electricity flowing inside her body. She was now leaning comfortably against the younger's body, her hands laying down on Yuna's both side while her face remained facing the woman's neck.
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"Fine". It's now Chaeryeong's time to send Yuna in space. The younger felt her hot breath on her neck making her blush out of the blue. Yuna positioned her left hand on the older's waist while the other on its shoulder, perfectly cuddling Chaeryeong.
It's a perfect sight. They don't wanna end it but their classes will do. They spent five minutes straight in that position but Chaeryeong, again, was the first one to woke up. She didn't want to get away from the younger and so did Yuna but if they stayed like this, they will gonna be late in school.
"Five minutes was done, Miss Shin". Chaeryeong said, getting up and fixed her hair. Right, Yuna is using her mom's surname and she already explained to Chaeryeong the reason why. It's because her Dad and her Mom aren't married yet.
Yuna groaned and let out a loud as she sat up. "Morning". She greeted, not looking at the older.
Chaeryeong looked at her with confusion written on her face. "What's wrong again?". She asks, noticing that Yuna don't have any energy and have a different expression.
"I feel like I don't wanna attend my classes today, Unnie".
Chaeryeong frowned. "It's just the second day of your class today yet you're being lazy already".
"I just don't want the atmosphere on that room". The younger said, sighing deeply.
"Did something happened yesterday? Did those pervert guys bothered you again?". She said, her tone became cold as well as her expression.
Yuna shook her head.
"Don't believe you". Chaeryeong stated and sat beside Yuna. "Should I talk to them?".
"No, Unnie. They are not the only reason. I feel like, someone on my back is murmuring something about me...about...us". She stated.
"About us? What do you mean?".
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"I don't know if I just misheard it but...they said we're not sisters... they said we are..."
"We are what?". Chaeryeong interrupted. "Come on. Spill it".
Yuna bit her lower lip ."THEYSAIDWE'REGIRLFRIENDS". She said, grabbing a pillow and buried it on her face, completely embarrassed at her own statement.
Chaeryeong stared at her dumfounded, her brain currently not functioning. Girlfriends? What on Earth did comes through their minds and thinks that they're girlfriends? Didn't they hear what Chaeryeong said? Or was it obvious that what she did yesterday at those guys was because she's being possessive? It was her fault then.
"Did they really said that?". She silently asks but the younger just nodded in reply, still hiding at the pillow while laying on the bed.
Chaeryeong suddenly chuckled. "Then what's wrong with that?". She stated, being the caused of a sudden silence.
Yuna slowly moved away the pillow on her face, looking directly at Chaeryeong. "Unnie... they're thinking it wrong".
"Then what? ". Chaeryeong replied. ‘I would like to hear it from them tho. Do we really looks like girlfriends? Oh, I like their thoughts’.
"You're not mad?".
"Why would I be?".
Yuna didn't response. Thinking for another reply for the older. She didn't expected this. She thought Chaeryeong would be mad if tells about this. But Chaeryeong seems okay with it. Is she? If that's so, Yuna was worrying for nothing?
"Don't mind them okay? As long as no one would even lay a hand on you. You know you can call me if someone did. I'll be just there in a sec". Chaeryeong smiled and playfully winked at the younger.
Yuna giggled. "You don't really have to, Unnie. You know I'm not a kid. I can handle myself".
"What do you think you are, huh? You're still a kid, Yuna. And it's my responsibility to protect a kid, because you're my baby now, okay?". She said, smiling widely as she gently tapped the younger's head.
Yuna screams internally. “you're my baby now”. It keeps ecoing on her ears. Oh how she wished Chaeryeong meant different with that.
"Really?". She said, grinning cutely.
"I'm serious". Chaeryeong moved closer. "I'll be here for you, okay?". She said and leaned in, giving Yuna a peck to her cheeks which startled the woman.
Yuna remained calm but she was really screaming loudly inside. She wanted to jump in happiness but she couldn't. That kiss from Chaeryeong really made her realized that butterflies in stomach was real. They're freaking real.
‘It would be better if she did it..... somewhere down there’.
___
I just wanna post an update even a short one so...yeah...here it is.
Longer chapter tomorrow, i guess.
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