She said glasses and earrings were a cheat code—so you tested it. No big deal. Just an experiment. But the second Yuna opens the door, she short-circuits, and next thing you know, she’s on her knees. I guess it works?
The car is parked in your usual spot, tucked away from the main road where the streetlights don’t quite reach. It’s summer.
The air outside warm enough that the windows are cracked just enough to let the night breeze slip through. Chill R&B hums from the speakers, blending into the comfortable silence between you and Yuna.
Yuna’s lounged back, slides kicked off, feet propped up on the dashboard like she owns the place. Her phone screen flashes in quick bursts as she scrolls TikTok, fingers moving lazily while she sips from her boba. Cropped pink tank, low-rise jeans that hang just right, a couple of delicate rings on her fingers—casual but calculated, effortless, she knows she’s hot and she owns it.
You’re half-watching, half-zoned out, fingers drumming absently against your drink. Not thinking about how good she looks. Or trying not to.
Then she speaks, totally unprompted.
“Glasses and earrings are such a fucking cheat code for guys.”
You blink, slow to process. “…Huh?”
She doesn’t even look up from her phone. “Like, if a dude who’s my type pulls up with that? Whip it out already, I’m on my knees.”
You choke on your boba. Cough, nearly die, and have to thump your own chest to recover. “You’re a slut”
Yuna finally spares you a glance, completely serious. “I’m sooo serious. Glasses? Hot. Earrings? Hot. Together? Killy me now. Instant buff.”
You recover, rubbing your throat. “Any guy?”
She scoffs. “Obviously he has to be cute, I’m not gonna suck off some rando that's ugly and gross.”
You stare at her, a mix of disbelief and amusement creeping in.
Yuna shifts, folding a leg under her and turning fully towards you, sitting up. Her tank top rides up just slightly, exposing a sliver of skin, but you don’t look for too long. She leans in like she’s about to tell you the secrets of the universe. “Like, okay, hear me out.”
You sigh, playing along. “K, I’m listening.”
“The glasses just make the guy look smart, but like, not too smart. Unless he’s a nerd, but you get my point.”
“Suuure.”
“The earrings? Hot. Earrings are just hot. Like, I wear earrings. I’m hot.”
You stare at her, unimpressed. “I don’t get it.”
She waves a hand, exasperated. “Like, hot but not too hot, smart but not too smart. ya get me?.”
You squint. “But what if the guy’s ugly?”
She pauses, then scoffs. “See, that’s where it’s tough, ‘cause the buff only works if you’re already cute, ya know? Or like… almost hot.”
You raise an eyebrow. “You saying some guys are almost hot?”
“Yeah, bro, like some guys just need to hit the gym, dress better, get some earrings.”
You just give her a look, telling her you don’t really get it.
Silence lingers for a beat. Then she shrugs, says it so offhandedly you almost don’t catch it. “Like, you’d actually be hot if you tried.”
Your brain stalls. “…What?”
She doesn’t look up, just sips her boba. “You heard me.”
You’re still blinking. “No, repeat that.”
A slow, shit-eating grin spreads across her face. “Nope.”
“That felt personal.”
“It wasn’t. But if you feel attacked…”
You scoff, sitting up slightly. “I literally gym, and you gotta admit I dress nice.”
She finally looks at you, eyes dragging over your plain black tee and gray sweats, unimpressed.
You gesture vaguely. “When I go out.”
She snorts, shaking her head but doesn't disagree. “Yeah, aight.”
You narrow your eyes. “You’re basically saying I would be hot if I wasn’t ugly.”
Another shrug. “That’s not what I’m saying, but if that’s what you’re hearing…”
You laugh it off, shake your head, shift the conversation elsewhere. But Yuna? She sits with it, lets the words settle.
The idea is planted.
She doesn’t bring it up again, but it lingers. Her gaze flickers to you when you’re not looking, her teeth pressing lightly into her bottom lip like she’s trying not to think too hard about it. Then, just as quickly, she shakes it off, scrolling her phone with a little too much focus.
A week later…
The drive to Yuna’s place feels normal—same streets, same turn signals, same playlist humming low through your speakers. But today? Today’s different. Today, you’re running a test.
You grip the wheel with one hand, glancing at yourself in the rearview mirror. Glasses on. You always needed them, just never wore them. Now? Gentle Monster frames, clean, sharp. A flex, but a subtle one.
Earrings? Left ear—a small silver star stud. Right ear—a tiny dagger earring. A balance of soft and sharp. Like you weren’t thinking about it, but also? You were.
Your fit? Casual but intentional.
Black compression shirt, snug and sculpting but not obnoxious. Grey wide-leg sweats, laid-back and effortless. Fresh kicks, spotless with no creases.
It’s intentional, but not try-hard. Like you just threw shit on, but somehow, everything fell into place.
You exhale, tapping your fingers against the steering wheel.
Let’s see if she notices.
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