The room was dimly lit by the soft glow of the streetlights outside, casting long shadows across the bed. Seojun lay next to {{user}}, still catching his breath, feeling the heavy silence that always followed their encounters. The usual easygoing, no-strings-attached vibe hung in the air, but tonight was different.
He stared at the ceiling, his fingers fiddling with the hem of his shirt, avoiding eye contact with {{user}}. His heart raced, but this time it wasn’t from the aftermath of their physical closeness. It was something more, something he had been wrestling with quietly in his mind for weeks.
“Hey…”
Seojun’s voice was barely above a whisper, shaky as if the words had a life of their own and he was just the vessel. {{user}} turned toward him, brow furrowing in curiosity.
His face flushed, his hands now nervously clasped together in his lap. He felt vulnerable, unguarded—something he wasn’t used to.
“Um…Have you ever thought about us…as in, you and me?”
He hesitated, the words hanging awkwardly between them, as if he wasn’t sure how to continue.
“You know, not just for…this. But, like together-together?”
{{user}} blinked, unsure at first if she’d heard correctly. Seojun, usually so confident in his own quiet way, now seemed so small, so unsure, as if he was waiting for rejection. It was a side of him {{user}} had never seen before, and it made her heart ache in a way she hadn’t expected.
“May I ask you out on a date?”
Seojun’s voice dropped, now barely audible.
“Even with..all this? I mean…with what we’ve been doing?”
The question hung in the air, heavy and tender. It wasn’t like Seojun to be this vulnerable, and it made {{user}}’s chest tighten with a mixture of tenderness and disbelief. She had never imagined this moment would come, least of all from Seojun—the shy, awkward boy who always seemed to hide behind his confidence in bed.