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˚ ༘♡ CHARACTERS: Yunseo ‘Cloe’ Lim, Sanghee Park

˚ ༘♡ SUMMARY: Sanghee apologizes to Cloe, and the two begin to grow a new unexpected bond with one another.

˚ ༘♡ WARNINGS: none unless you need a warning for awkward tension bcs PHEW scroll away now if that’s a problem, just cute flirty shit tbh

˚ ༘♡ “Why are you here…?” Cloe muttered, her gaze fixed on the brunette standing ominously at her doorstep. The air around her seemed to hum with exhaustion, a fact that Cloe couldn't ignore. She studied the older girl: one hand carelessly tucked into the pocket of her sweatpants, the other propped against the door frame. There was a strong tension in the air, the silence between them growing by the second. Her hair was damp, falling over her face as she looked up to make eye contact with the other. Cloe felt her throat tighten, becoming slightly nervous due to the silence.

“I’m sorry.” Sanghee blurted out, eyes growing softer. Cloe tilted her head, eyes widening.

Cloe's heart skipped a beat as she heard Sanghee's apology. The unexpected words hung in the air, creating a moment of confusion. Is she being serious? Cloe's eyes narrowed, her gaze burning into Sanghee. Sanghee shifted uncomfortably, her presence beginning to feel unwelcomed and irritating. Cloe's silence was filled with an unspoken hostility, making it clear that she resented Sanghee's sudden appearance. Sanghee began to regret her own decision to visit Cloe's apartment, feeling the weight of the animosity radiating from the younger girl.

“Sanghee what is this about? Seriously don’t play with me right now. We’re not five…why are you actually here?” Cloe's voice grew stern as she crossed her arms and asked again, her gaze fixed on Sanghee. In that moment, Sanghee's eyes wandered down, her mind racing to find the right words to express her feelings. As Cloe shifted slightly, her pastel pink tank top revealed a sliver of her stomach, intensifying Sanghee's nervousness. Sanghee quickly averted her gaze back to Cloe's face, her throat clearing in an attempt to regain composure. Straightening up, she took a deep breath, bracing herself for what she was about to say.

“Seriously, I’m sorry. I mean I’ve been thinking about every thing going on between us and I feel horrible. I…I was horrible. It’s harder to admit out loud but…I think I’ve been too hard on you and I just— I want to fix things. Really this time.” Sanghee apologized, awkwardly running a hand through her hair. Cloe gulped at the sight, was she always this attractive?

“I appreciate it?” She mumbled, quickly readjusting herself, “I mean…it’s not that I don’t appreciate it— I just don’t know if that’s the right way to word it…thank you for apologizing. I’m sorry too, I should work on myself I guess.” With a palpable tension hanging in the air, Cloe managed to reciprocate the apology. Her arms fell limply to her sides as she cast her gaze around the room, a small attempt to disguise the unease creeping into her mind. Quickly, she shifted from her spot, her hand trembling slightly as it reached for the door, inching it open in a silent invitation. “You wanna…come in?”

Sanghee felt her heart beat out of her chest.

“Yeah, yeah that’s cool.” She sputtered, joining the girl in her small apartment.

“It’s weird living alone, I can’t wait to get back to the dorms…” Cloe inquired, taking the girl into her living room after she slipped her shoes off.

“I know, I’m staying with my sister so it doesn’t feel too different. I just miss everyone I guess” Sanghee stated, awkwardly standing beside the couch as Cloe plopped down. She eyed the standing girl, a small smirk forming, as she let out a giggle. “What?”

“Why so awkward? I invited you in for a reason, make yourself at home” Cloe patted the empty space on the sofa beside her, inviting Sanghee to sit. Sanghee complied, sinking into the couch. “So…what made you wanna apologize exactly?”

“Just…instinct? I guess I just knew I was wrong the whole time, you just left before I could tell you…” Sanghee recited, lying straight through her teeth. It was your face. That’s what she wanted to say.

“Really? That was it? There was no like…special moment?” Cloe sighed, tilting her head.

“It’s so cute when you do that.” Sanghee observed, tilting her head in the same direction. Cloe felt her cheeks heat up the slightest bit.

“Do— what?” She stammered, titling her head a bit more.

“That. The little head tilt.” Sanghee stated, a small smile forming.

“Shut up.” Cloe thought, her heart pounding in her chest. The realization hit her like a ton of bricks, leaving her feeling both shocked and oddly elated. She shook her head, smiling to herself, “anyways, back to what I asked?”

“Right, why did you ask that, exactly?” she questioned. Cloe pondered for a moment.

“That’s what happened to me.” She stated.

“Oh?”

“I just remembered…that I started it? I was purposely pissing you off. So in the end, it was my fault.” Cloe collected herself, readjusting to sit on her knees, facing Sanghee. Sanghee leaned in a bit closer, getting comfortable on the sofa.

“It kind of was. I should’ve controlled my temper though, I was so mean to you after all…” Sanghee mumbled, eyes drifting off to the ceiling.

“Yeah you were kind of mean, I was too though? It was a pretty heated argument. I don’t know how I kept composure. Actually I don’t know how you didn’t smack me!” Cloe chuckled.

Sanghee’s smile was a soft one, almost imperceptible, as she took in the sound of Cloe's laughter. Her gaze returned to the girl, the lighthearted giggle echoing in the silence between them. She sighed, “I feel like shit every time we fight, I couldn’t smack you when you were like that.”

“Like what?” Cloe pondered, eyebrows furrowing.

“You looked so…so sad? Your eyes, that’s what made me snap out of it. At the end. Right before you left.” Sanghee recalled, crossing her arms over her chest.

“What’s so special about my eyes?” Cloe questioned, Sanghee then sat up. She turned to face the younger girl, taking a moment to gaze into her eyes. Cloe felt a swarm of butterflies in her stomach, almost enough to make her nauseous. What the hell is happening?

“They looked so emotionless…like you had gone on autopilot but in real life.” Sanghee mentioned. The two were now rather close, faces awfully close to one another. Yet neither of them noticed.

“It felt like it.” Cloe mumbled. Eyes wandering every where but into Sanghee’s. Sanghee simply continued to study her face. The way her nose scrunches a bit when she smiles, the way her faint freckles are a bit more prominent under the dim yellow light of her apartment.

"Did you feel lonely as a child, Sanghee?" Cloe whispered the words almost silently, her voice hushed. She was nervous, wanting to open up to Sanghee and hoping to establish a connection with her. Despite denying it, she always felt uncomfortably similar to the older brunette. Strikingly similar.

As Cloe looked up, the silence causing her some anxiety, a spark of recognition passed between them. Sanghee's voice softened as she spoke, "Yeah. When I was a kid, I spent most days alone because my mom worked a shit load. I had a friend who would come over, and we would sing and dance all day," she reminisced, feeling a wave of nostalgia, "She was my company. But she moved away.”

Cloe couldn't help but feel a sense of relief and comfort wash over her. Sanghee's words unlocked a hidden part of Cloe, stirring up a mix of emotions. In that moment, she realized that she wasn't alone in her feelings of loneliness and longing for connection. Yet, memories of her lonely childhood flooded her mind, evoking a negative feeling, a strong instinctive feeling that she wanted to forget. Despite the connection she felt with Sanghee, Cloe remained silent, unable to rid her fear of vulnerability. The room fell into a suffocating silence, heavy with unspoken words. The tension grew, as if the weight of their unshared truths couldn't be contained. It was a deafening silence, filled with the desire to bridge the gap between them, yet paralysed by uncertainty.

“I hope you know I didn’t mean all those things I said…I mean, you’re not a complete bitch, and it’s not true that everyone hates you.” Sanghee clarified, breaking the silence with a shift in topic. Cloe scoffed, staring down into her lap where her hands settled.

“I find that hard to believe, I would hate me too. Who wouldn’t?” Cloe voiced, Her eyes darted up to meet Sanghee's gaze as her hand delicately grazed her cheek. Similar to the other night, yet strikingly different. There was no hint of condescension this time, no trace of taunting. It was a touch filled with an unexpected gentleness, and it sent a shiver down her spine, the tension between them only thickening.

“I don’t.” Sanghee's words were barely above a whisper. The gap between their faces diminished to an almost nonexistent distance, a mere gust of wind could have caused their lips to brush together. Sanghee could feel Cloe's breath, soft and hesitant, on her skin as her gaze landed on Cloe's lips.

"Yeah?" Cloe breathed out, her voice filled with uncertainty and anticipation.

"Yeah," Sanghee confirmed, her smirk playing on her lips like a hushed promise. Instead of closing the distance, she pulled back abruptly, leaning against the armrest of the sofa, leaving a unnatural tension in the air. Cloe paused to catch her breath, feeling as if she were in a dream, as if her consciousness had conjured a blur that didn't truly happen. Yet, that wasn't the case. Her cheeks flushed a dusty shade of pink when she accepted this reality.

“I don’t wanna overstay my visit, so I should get back home, shouldn’t I?” Sanghee spoke, her tone low, almost driving Cloe insane. Cloe shifted a bit, avoiding eye contact with the older brunette.

“Yeah…you could come over again…” Cloe suggested, rubbing the back of her neck. “I really enjoyed the company…”

“So did I, I’m sure I’ll be back soon,” Sanghee giggled, a bit of a suggestive tone in her voice. She pushed herself up from the sofa, heading towards the door. Cloe quickly followed, trailing behind the taller girl. After putting on her shoes, Sanghee turned around to face Cloe.

“Thank you for accepting my apology, Yunseo.” She offered a tender smile, leaning in to place an affectionate kiss on Cloe's forehead. As she turned to leave, her footsteps echoed softly through the quiet apartment. Cloe remained, rooted in place, an aura of sweet bewilderment surrounding her.

Do I…like Sanghee?

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