Love Scene

The rain had started sometime after midnight. It wasn’t loud enough to wake anyone, but just soft enough to settle over the city like a blanket. 

Tiny droplets tapped gently against the apartment windows while distant traffic hummed far below the building, muted by the storm.

Inside the bedroom, everything felt warm. 

The blankets were tangled around their legs after a couple of  hours of sleep. One of the bedside lamps still glowed faintly because Sullyoon had fallen asleep before remembering to turn it off, leaving the room to be dimly lit.

Y/n slept sprawled across half the bed, one arm tucked under his pillow while the other rested loosely near Sullyoon’s waist. 

The apartment was quiet. 

Peaceful even.

Until…

A soft sound broke through the silence.

Y/n frowned slightly in his sleep. 

Another sound followed a few seconds later. 

Barely louder than the rain.

A quiet whimper.

His eyes opened slowly. 

For a moment he just blinked at the ceiling, disoriented and still half asleep. His brain struggled to catch up with reality, trying to figure out what had woken him.

Then he heard it again. 

A breathy little noise beside him. He turned his head.

Sullyoon was curled toward him underneath the blankets, one cheek pressed into the pillow. Her dark hair had fallen messily across her face sometime during the night, hiding part of her expression.

She looked peaceful. Completely asleep. Y/n stared at her for another second before he relaxed again, assuming she was just dreaming.

Then she whispered his name. “…Y/n…”

His body went completely still. The sound was quiet. Almost too faint to hear over the rain. But he definitely heard it. His eyes widened slightly.

Sullyoon shifted against the mattress, brows pinching together faintly as another tiny breath escaped her lips. “Mm…”

Y/n slowly pushed himself up onto one elbow. “No way,” he whispered.

She didn’t respond. Still asleep. 

The oversized hoodie she’d stolen from him earlier had slipped slightly off one shoulder during the night, exposing warm skin in the dim light. One of her legs had tangled unconsciously with his beneath the blankets.

And then, once again. “Y/n…” Another whisper. This time followed by a soft moan.

His throat immediately went dry. He stared at her in disbelief. 

You see, normally, Sullyoon acted completely unaffected by him, she teased him constantly, rolled her eyes whenever he flirted too much, pretended she was always calmer than him, more composed and more in control.

Meanwhile she was currently asleep and moaning his name into a pillow. 

Y/n dragged a hand down his face slowly. “This cannot be real.”

As if to make things worse, Sullyoon shifted again with another needy little sound. His name again. Quieter this time. Almost desperate. Heat curled low in his stomach instantly.

For a second he genuinely tried to be normal about it. Tried to lay back down and ignore it.

That lasted maybe five seconds. 

Because Sullyoon suddenly buried her face deeper into the pillow and let out another breathy noise that nearly destroyed him on the spot.

Y/n exhaled sharply through his nose. “You are actually evil,” he muttered under his breath.

She mumbled something incoherent in response, completely unaware of what she was doing to him.

The rain continued softly outside. 

But Inside the room, the tension felt unbearable.

Y/n looked at her for a long moment, trying, and failing, to keep his thoughts together. 

He could wake her up normally. He should wake her up normally. That was objectively the right thing to do.

But then Sullyoon whispered his name one more time, breathless and needy in her sleep, and whatever self-control he had left snapped instantly. “Yeah,” he murmured quietly. “Okay. That’s not fair.”

Carefully, he slipped lower beneath the blankets. 

The mattress shifted slightly beneath his weight.

Sullyoon stirred faintly but didn’t wake, only letting out another sleepy sound as his hands settled gently against her thighs.

The reaction was immediate. Her breathing hitched. 

Even asleep, her body responded instinctively to his touch.

Y/n closed his eyes briefly. “Jesus Christ…” His thumbs brushed slowly against her skin, soothing and careful. 

He watched every tiny reaction closely, the way her breathing changed, the faint crease forming between her brows, the subtle movement of her hips beneath the blankets.

“Sullyoon,” he whispered softly.

No response, only another quiet whimper.