Yuna’s nuts.
The concert was mere hours ago. She should be in Osaka with her members and staff. Preferably sleeping and taking it easy.
Not here. At your door — swaying gently, whistling, and trying to peek through the peephole for someone. That someone being you.
You haven’t even had your morning coffee yet.
To her credit, she looks absolutely stunning — somehow. Apparently, no amount of fatigue or sleep deprivation can mess with the embodiment of perfection. You don’t even bother considering how she managed to get her hair and make-up done.
It looks good. She looks good. Too good.
She definitely stands out; anyone with even a modicum of desire within them would double-take, gawk, and blubber like goldfish with their full attention lured to her and her only — hook, line, and sinker.
And her attire.
Most idols would know to blend in and wear the tried-and-true undercover idol uniform: a baseball cap, a mask, and oversized sweats. All black for maximum effect.
Yuna? Nope.
Her outfit was even more alluring than the stage look from last night. Dressed in a tight baby tee, an extremely flattering pair of flared denim, and accessorized to hell.
Helen of Troy Shin Yuna of Suwon
Did this dummy forget who she is?
You swing open the door. And she beams — all radiant and innocent.
How cute.
“Hey lov—wah!” A squeal.
You carry the evil-doer inside and slam the door shut.
And then she’s facing you — wide-eyed, slack-jawed. But it all quickly turns into something far more indecent.
She bites a finger. A flirtatious smile. “Mm.. It’s only eight, but if you wanna do it you need only—.”
“Shin Yuna.”
At the sudden, authoritative utterance of her full name, she audibly gulps.
As you draw closer to her, she shrinks from both the intimidating presence and your proximity, preparing for admonishment.
You hug her.
Tender, but snug — full of concern, relief, and fondness for the woman you’ve fallen unequivocally in love with.
This cheerful, hyperactive, cluelessly beautiful girl. You’ll worry over her forever. And you would be happy to.
You nuzzle into her; she’s warm.
“Welcome home.”
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