[six months later]

it had been a couple months since i'd met kris, and to say that we'd gotten close is an understatement.

it was our half year anniversary as a couple, and to commemorate this, i'd decided to call kris over for a movie, because that's what everyone seems to be doing nowadays. i chose kung fu panda 2, for old times' sake.

i was kinda giddy, because i was hoping for something a little more tonight.

i had called yifan over for what the youngsters call, "netflix and chill."

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i was ready. i had the couch extra comfy with pillows and plush throws, a bowl of popcorn set in between the two couch cushions - perfect territory for not-so-accidental handholding.

there were three blankets in case we needed extras, and i had some cans of pop in a bowl with ice to keep them chilled.

it was set.

now, i had to wait for yifan to actually show up; it's 10pm, meaning that he should be over any minute now.

i couldn't help the unholy thoughts that flooded my mind at the thought of him coming over to "chill."

soon enough, i heard urgent rapping at my door, to which i threw it open and attacked him with a hug, wrapping my legs around his toned torso. i felt his chest vibrate with a laugh, "hello to you too, babe."

i blushed at the nickname; even though he had been calling me that for a while, the effect it had on me never seemed to wear off. i felt his lips land on my neck to place a chaste kiss there, his hands securing themselves just below my butt to carry me to the couch. "i love you," i mumbled into the crook of his neck, tightening my embrace around him.

he just dropped onto the couch, me under him as his hands moved to around my waist, his face on my chest. "i love you more."

sighing contentedly, i reached for the remote, hitting play and seeing the opening sequence roll in. it blowed my mind that only six months ago, i thought that i was in love with kyungmi.

i thought she was the one, when in reality, yifan was the right one for me. his caramel hair was slightly messy today, but that didn't stop me from raking my slender fingers through it.

he smelled great, as per usual; the familiar scent of his lemon cleaner still clinging onto him. he turned in our embrace so his back was against my chest, and a sighed contentedly, my fingers playing with his hair.

around halfway through the movie, i think yifan fell asleep because his breath was calm.

i tried to slide out from under him; my legs were numb since he was laying on them. just as i had successfully gotten out, his hand shot out to grab my wrist, pulling me back on top of him.

i think he took "netflix and chill" a little too seriously.

i turned the movie off, still on yifans chest as his arms slid around my torso, pulling me closer to him.

and at that moment, i felt like a thousand fireworks were erupting in my stomach. he felt like home. my home.

i was in love, and i don't think anyone can stop me this time around.

[the end]