Sana's home offered a haven of comfort as Chaeyoung settled onto the plush couch. Despite Sana's persistent offer of food, Chaeyoung initially declined, her weariness evident in her eyes. Determined to provide solace, Sana gently insisted, placing a plate of snacks on the coffee table.
"Chaeyoung, you need to eat something. It'll help, I promise," Sana encouraged, her eyes reflecting genuine concern.
As Chaeyoung hesitated, her gaze fixed on the floor, Sana's attention was drawn to an unexpected sight. A subtle but distinct bloodstain marred Chaeyoung's shirt, nestled between her neck and shoulder.
A hushed gasp escaped Sana as she noticed the alarming mark. "Chaeyoung, what happened? Are you hurt?" Sana's voice quivered with both worry and urgency.
"What are you talking about?" Chaeyoung replied, still oblivious to the bloodstain, looked up at Sana with confusion.
"There's blood on your shirt. Did something happen?" Sana gently pointed towards the stain, her concern deepening.
Chaeyoung's eyes widened as she followed Sana's gaze to the stain. A moment of realization flickered across her face. "Oh, this... It's nothing. Just a scratch, I guess." she lied.
Sana wasn't convinced. "Chaeyoung, you need to let me see it. If you're hurt, we should take care of it." she said and came closer to take a better look.
Reluctantly, Chaeyoung lifted the collar of her shirt, revealing a small but bleeding wound on her shoulder. Sana's worry escalated as she fetched a first aid kit, her hands moving with gentle precision as she cleaned and bandaged the injury.
"Chaeyoung, you don't have to hide things from me. If you're hurting, physically or emotionally, I really want to help," Sana expressed, her eyes locking onto Chaeyoung's.
"I... I appreciate it, Sana. I'm just not used to someone caring this much." Chaeyoung's guard began to soften, and a flicker of gratitude shone in her eyes.
Sana's gaze remained steady. "You don't have to be used to it. You deserve care and support. I'm here for you, Chaeyoung, no matter what." she smiled warmly at her making her heart melt.
As Sana finished tending to Chaeyoung's wound, a sense of gratitude enveloped the room. Chaeyoung, expressing her appreciation, thanked Sana for the care and comfort she provided. The weight of the night began to lift, replaced by a newfound sense of safety.
With a gentle smile, Sana encouraged Chaeyoung to rest. "You can lay down on the couch and take a nap if you want. Just relax, Chaeyoung."
Chaeyoung, feeling the warmth of Sana's hospitality, complied with a grateful nod. She settled onto the soft cushions of the couch, a sigh of relief escaping her lips. The familiarity of the living room, coupled with the absence of tension, created an atmosphere of tranquility.
Chaeyoung closed her eyes, the soothing ambiance of Sana's home embraced her like a comforting blanket. The stress and weariness that had plagued her throughout the night began to dissipate.
The soft glow of lamps and the gentle hum of the environment cast a spell of serenity, and Chaeyoung found herself succumbing to the embrace of rest.
Sana, watching over her friend, felt a deep sense of satisfaction in providing solace to someone in need. The living room became a sanctuary, a space where wounds, both physical and emotional, were tended to, and the promise of a peaceful respite was granted.
As Chaeyoung drifted into slumber, the echoes of gratitude lingered in the air. In the quietude of Sana's home, a profound connection unfolded, one built on trust, care, and the simple yet transformative act of offering refuge to a friend in distress.
Time skip
The months had woven a tapestry of healing and connection between Chaeyoung and Sana.
In search of refuge from the struggles at home, Chaeyoung had found a haven in Sana's house, a sanctuary where the wounds of the past could begin to mend.
The bond between them deepened with each passing day, the shared laughter and quiet moments building a foundation of trust.
One serene evening, they strolled through a park near Sana's house. The gentle rustling of leaves and the soft glow of street lamps created a tranquil atmosphere.
Chaeyoung, ever the artist, carried a small sketchbook, a portal to her inner thoughts and emotions. As they walked, Chaeyoung found inspiration in the simplicity of the moment.
Unbeknownst to Sana, she stealthily sketched the profile of her friend, the contours of her face, the way the evening light played in her hair, and the subtle joy etched in her expression.
Lost in the creative flow, Chaeyoung's hand moved gracefully across the pages, capturing the essence of the person who had become her anchor.
The pencil strokes traced the unspoken connection that had blossomed between them, a silent testament to the depth of emotions Chaeyoung dared not express.
"What are you drawing, Chaeyoung?" Sana noticed the sketchbook and asked curiously.
"Oh, just something from the park, you know." Chaeyoung blushed but managed a sheepish smile as she was caught off guard.
"Let me see." Sana chuckled, appreciating Chaeyoung's artistic spirit.
Reluctantly, Chaeyoung handed over the sketchbook, her heart pounding with an unspoken vulnerability. Sana's eyes scanned the pages, landing on the sketch of herself. A genuine warmth lit up her features.
"Chaeyoung, this is beautiful," Sana remarked, her eyes meeting Chaeyoung's. "You capture moments in such a unique way."
"Well, you're my favorite subject." Chaeyoung, relieved by Sana's positive response, chuckled nervously.
Sana, surprised but touched by the honesty, leaned her head against Chaeyoung's and pressed a tender kiss on her cheek. With a soft smile, she mouthed the words, "I love you."
Chaeyoung, caught off guard by the sudden affection, felt a rush of warmth and embarrassment. Her heart raced, and for a moment, she froze, unsure of how to respond to the depth of emotions that had surfaced.
Sana, perceptive to Chaeyoung's feelings, didn't press for a response. Instead, she simply held Chaeyoung's hand, intertwining their fingers as they continued their stroll through the park.
(A/N: at least sana didn't call her a PUSSY for not saying it back.. I know you're reading this Miss Kardashian, so take notes next time.. -_-)
The gentle touch was a silent reassurance, an acknowledgment that feelings, whether spoken or unspoken, were welcomed and cherished.
As the night enveloped them in its quiet embrace, the park became a backdrop for a delicate dance of emotions.
Chaeyoung, still processing the weight of the unspoken "I love you," couldn't help but steal glances at Sana, whose serene smile conveyed a depth of understanding and acceptance.
After a prolonged moment of contemplation, Chaeyoung summoned the courage to reciprocate the sentiment.
Breaking the silence, she softly uttered, "I love you too," and without hesitation, she slid her arm around Sana's waist, pulling her into a gentle embrace.
As Sana leaned into the warmth of Chaeyoung's touch, the atmosphere became charged with an unspoken anticipation. The weight of their shared feelings hung in the air, creating a palpable tension.
Suddenly, Chaeyoung closed the gap between them, capturing Sana's lips in a passionate kiss. The kiss spoke volumes, a silent celebration of their emotions and the unspoken connection that had blossomed between them.
As their lips parted, Chaeyoung gazed into Sana's eyes, a mixture of vulnerability and exhilaration mirrored in her own.
"I've never felt healthier than I do in this moment," Chaeyoung confessed, her voice tinged with the raw honesty of someone who had found solace and love in an unexpected place.
"I'm glad you're feeling this way, Chaengie, I really am.." Sana, her heart brimming with happiness, smiled tenderly at Chaeyoung.
"I hope I am enough for her.." Chaeyoung thought for a moment while keeping the eye contact with Sana.
"She's more than enough to me.." Sana thought.
