Letting them Know

“Yah! Just hold my hand already you fucking pussy!”

“Yena!” You’re not sure why her outburst surprises you, but it does, “How the fuck do you expect me to hold your hand after that?”

“Just fucking hold it already!” Yena whines, “I want everyone to know that we’re dating!”

“We could be fucking right in front of them and they still wouldn’t believe it.” you joke in retort, earning an annoyed glare

In a move that would definitely shock everyone that the two of you know, it is true that you and Yena are now dating. Most people would give a look of legitimate bewilderment considering how much change a weekend could apparently bring. It was only a few days ago where Yena nearly had her own hands wrapped around your throat, genuinely a step away from actually killing you. 72 hours later, the two of you are still bickering, but to a different tune. Her hand is now intertwined with yours as she drags you around campus. Your arguments no longer end with possible crimes against humanity. Instead, they end with one of you (mostly you) surrendering to the other’s choice for lunch. 

Head butts are replaced with her resting her head on your shoulder.

Wrestling holds are replaced with hugs.

From bitterest rivals to a (possibly problematic) romantic couple.

If you were going to tell your younger self about this— hell if you were going to tell yourself from last week, you would have probably laughed in your face. Maybe even make a mental note how to never experiment with drugs, because that’s the only logical reason you could think of that would explain you and Yena dating. But no.

You’re stone cold sober and you’re dating Yena.

“Come on! We’re going to Subway for lunch today.” Yena exclaims like you two had actually talked about it.

“Yah! We already ate there yesterday!” you argue back, “I want to go to the fried chicken spot around the corner!”

“But I want Subway!”

“Yena!”

She meets your outburst with pleading eyes, along with her signature pout that makes her look like a duck. You hate how someone so cute could also be the most cutthroat rival you’ve been facing your entire life. You also hate how easily she gets you to fold.

“Fine.” you concede, “I’ll order takeout and go with you there.”

“Yay!” Yena exclaims in victory, “Come on you little shit! Let’s go!”

You roll your eyes from the last little potshot from Yena before you chuckle. She takes your hand and starts dragging you out of campus. You could easily let go, but you don’t. Instead, your fingers intertwine, and you hold on to her tighter.

Like you said, the people don’t believe it. Yet, you don’t really care. All that matters right now is that you’re holding Yena’s hand.

And it just feels right.