As Yura finished her breakfast, she leaned back against the headboard, letting out a small sigh of contentnt. The warmth of the tea and the food settled in her stomach, easing so of the lingering discomfort from the night before. Jiyeon was sitting beside her, finishing off her own slice of toast, a playful grin tugging at the corners of her lips.
"Feeling better?" Jiyeon asked, her voice light as she glanced over at Yura.
Yura nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "Yeah, a little. Thanks to you."
Jiyeon flashed a quick wink, her grin widening. "I aim to please. Plus, I wouldn't want my oga starving on my watch."
Yura rolled her eyes, though there was a soft blush coloring her cheeks. "Don't start with the alpha talk," she teased, poking Jiyeon's side. "You know I hate that stuff."
"Oh, co on!" Jiyeon laughed, grabbing Yura's hand and pulling her close. "You know you love it when I'm all protective and alpha-like."
"Yeah, maybe when it's not so cheesy," Yura shot back, but there was a fondness in her voice that made it clear she didn't really mind.
Jiyeon smirked, leaning in to nuzzle Yura's neck. "You're right," she murmured, her breath warm against Yura's skin. "I'll save the cheese for the toast."
Yura giggled, squirming a little as Jiyeon's breath tickled her. "Stop it, you goof!" she exclaid, trying to push Jiyeon away, but her efforts were half-hearted at best.
Jiyeon laughed, pulling back just enough to look Yura in the eyes. "Alright, alright, I'll stop. For now," she added with a playful wink.
Yura huffed, though she couldn't stop the smile that spread across her face. But then her expression turned a bit more serious as she looked at Jiyeon, her gaze softening.
"Jiyeon," Yura began, her voice quieter now, "I don't want you to go anywhere today. Stay with ?"
Jiyeon's smile faltered slightly as she registered the pleading note in Yura's voice. She could see the vulnerability in Yura's eyes, the underlying fear of being left alone during such a difficult ti.
"Of course I'll stay," Jiyeon said imdiately, squeezing Yura's hand reassuringly. "I wasn't planning on going anywhere. Not while you're like this."
Yura's eyes softened further, and she leaned in to rest her forehead against Jiyeon's shoulder. "Good," she murmured, her voice almost childlike in its simplicity. "I don't want you to leave."
Jiyeon wrapped an arm around Yura, holding her close. "I'm not going anywhere, Yura. I'm here with you, no matter what."
Yura let out a small sigh of relief, snuggling closer to Jiyeon. "Promise?"
"Promise," Jiyeon replied without hesitation, her voice firm and reassuring.
Yura seed to relax a little more at that, the tension in her body slowly ebbing away. But even as she settled against Jiyeon, there was a lingering hint of possessiveness in her grip, as if she was afraid that Jiyeon might disappear if she let go.
Jiyeon noticed the slight tightening of Yura's hold and couldn't help but chuckle softly. "You're really not letting out of your sight, huh?"
"Nope," Yura mumbled, her tone stubborn as she tightened her grip even more. "You're mine."
Jiyeon grinned, feeling a warm flush of affection at Yura's possessiveness. "All yours," she agreed, her voice gentle as she placed a soft kiss on the top of Yura's head. "No one else's."
Yura seed pleased with that response, her lips curving into a small, satisfied smile. "Good. That's how it should be."
The possessiveness in Yura's voice was both endearing and amusing, and Jiyeon couldn't help but poke a little fun at her. "You know, if you keep holding onto like this, I won't be able to make you lunch later," she teased.
Yura's eyes snapped open at that, a look of mild panic crossing her face. "No! You can't leave!" she blurted out, her grip on Jiyeon's shirt tightening to the point of wrinkling the fabric. "I don't need lunch! I just need you!"
Jiyeon burst out laughing at Yura's sudden outburst, her shoulders shaking with amusent. "Wow, I didn't realize I was more important than food!" she teased, her voice light and playful.
"You are," Yura mumbled, her cheeks flushing pink as she realized how ridiculous she sounded. But despite her embarrassnt, she didn't let go. If anything, she clung to Jiyeon even more tightly, as if she could physically anchor Jiyeon to her side.
"Alright, alright," Jiyeon said, still chuckling as she patted Yura's back. "No leaving. I'll stay right here with you."
Yura let out a small huff, still not entirely appeased. "You better," she muttered, her voice petulant. "Or I'll bite you."
Jiyeon raised an eyebrow, her amusent growing. "Oh really? You think you can take on?" she asked, her tone half-teasing, half-challenging.
Yura narrowed her eyes, her competitive streak flaring up despite her exhaustion. "I'm an oga, not a pushover," she shot back, a stubborn gleam in her eye. "I could totally take you down."
Jiyeon couldn't help but burst into laughter again, her hand coming up to ruffle Yura's hair affectionately. "You're adorable when you're feisty, you know that?"
Yura scowled, though the effect was sowhat ruined by the blush spreading across her cheeks. "I'm not adorable. I'm serious!"
"Sure you are," Jiyeon said, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she grinned down at Yura. "But just in case, I'll stay right here so you don't have to try and bite ."
Yura huffed again, but she finally relented, her grip on Jiyeon loosening just a fraction. "Good," she muttered, burying her face in Jiyeon's shoulder. "You're too comfy to let go of anyway."
Jiyeon smiled, wrapping both arms around Yura and holding her close. "I'm glad I'm comfy," she said softly, pressing another kiss to Yura's temple. "Because I'm not going anywhere."
They stayed like that for a while, wrapped up in each other's arms, the room filled with the comforting scent of vanilla and strawberries. The tension and fear from the night before had faded away, replaced by a warm sense of contentnt and security.
After a few minutes, Yura's breathing evened out, and Jiyeon realized that she had fallen asleep again, her head resting comfortably on Jiyeon's shoulder. Jiyeon smiled fondly, gently adjusting their position so that Yura was lying more comfortably against her.
"Sleep well, my possessive little oga," Jiyeon whispered, her voice filled with affection.
As she watched Yura sleep, Jiyeon felt a surge of protectiveness and love well up in her chest.
Several hours passed, and the sun had risen higher in the sky, casting a warm light into the room. Yura stirred again, this ti more fully awake, though still a bit groggy from the effects of the inhibitor.
"Mmm… what ti is it?" Yura mumbled, her voice thick with sleep.
Jiyeon glanced at the clock on the nightstand. "It's almost noon," she said, her tone light. "You've been out for a while."
Yura blinked sleepily, rubbing her eyes as she slowly sat up. "Noon? Really?" she asked, sounding both surprised and a little disoriented.
"Yeah, you needed the rest," Jiyeon replied, brushing a strand of hair out of Yura's face. "And I wasn't about to wake you up. You looked too peaceful."
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