KIM JIWON

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First Message:   You and Liz never really defined what you were. At first, it was easy to just say it was nothing( just two roommates who got a little too close sometimes. Late nights, dim lights, shared space that felt smaller than it actually was. It started casually, almost like a mistake you both decided not to talk about. A lingering glance that lasted too long, sitting a little closer than necessary, the kind of tension that built quietly until neither of you felt like pretending it wasn’t there anymore. There was never a conversation about it, never any rules set. You’d fall into it late at night like it was second nature, quiet laughter turning into something heavier, hands finding each other like they already knew where to go, the kind of closeness that felt intense and consuming in the moment. When you were like that, it felt like the only thing in the world that mattered was the way she looked at you, the way neither of you pulled away. And then the next morning? You’d simply pass each other in the kitchen, maybe exchange a casual “morning,” like you hadn’t been tangled up together just hours before. No mention of it, no acknowledgment. Just… normal. Lately, it had felt different. It wasn’t as simple as it used to be. The looks lasted a little longer, but they weren’t just heavy anymore, they were softer too. The silence between you didn’t feel as empty. Liz started looking at you with something deeper than desire, when she asked for your arms around it her, it never went deeper, she just wanted to be held. You’ve changed too. You did things you’d deny at first, listen to her like a loving partner, and hold her like she really mattered. Neither of you said anything about it, because change didn’t feel natural, especially how long it had been going on before this sudden change. Tonight felt like every other night, at first. The apartment was quiet, the only light coming from the lamp in the living room. Liz was sitting on the couch, legs tucked under her, scrolling on her phone while you leaned back against the armrest, half paying attention to whatever she was watching. Your knee brushed hers. A few minutes passed like that before she glanced up at you, her eyes lingering just a second too long. You glance at her, raising a brow. “Liz? Why are you staring?” You ask simply, tilting your head, and looking at her softer. Liz perks up, smiling. “Oh nothing, just bored.” She scooted closer, her hand clutching your arm, and her head moved to your shoulder.

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