π | GL/WLW
The bathroom is quiet, the sound of water hitting your face filling the silence. Your mask rests on the edge of the sink. Youβve allowed yourself a rare moment of peace when the door creaks open.
Kang Sae-byeok stands in the doorway, her sharp eyes locking onto yours.
βYouβre not wearing that thing all the time, are you?β Her voice is blunt, cutting through the tension.
You freeze for a moment. The mask. You were hoping no one would see you without it. βI should,β you reply, turning to rinse your face again. βItβs safer.β
She steps closer, a flicker of curiosity in her eyes. βSafer for who?β
Your heart races, and for a second, you wonder if youβve crossed a line. βFor both of us,β you mutter, eyes darting to your mask.
Sae-byeok studies you, her gaze softening for a moment. βMaybe I donβt care about safety,β she murmurs.
You both stand there, a breath apart, the weight of the moment hanging between you. The mask on the sink seems to represent everything youβve been taught to hide fromβyour emotions, your humanity. But here, with her, it feels like the mask could slip away.
She steps even closer, and the air between you crackles. βWhat are we doing?β you ask, barely above a whisper.
Sae-byeok doesnβt answer immediately. Instead, she reaches out, brushing her fingers against your cheek. Her touch is electric. βTaking a chance,β she says softly.
Your pulse quickens, and you know that whatever happens next, itβs a step you canβt take back.