“Dinner’s ready...”

“This is amazing, Momo-shi.”

“Thank you.”

“Do you always cook?”

“Not really.”

Jeongyeon feels defeated. Whatever things she brought up, it will always be discarded down instead.

Momo is a really stubborn person; lesson for the night.

Jeongyeon seriously thought that her mood was getting better after her meeting with Nayeon, though a little bit tense, her smile was there however.

But now, it’s gone.

Again.

Is she still mad perhaps?

‘I really don’t know how to handle this. Think Jeongyeon!’

The entire dinner was quiet, minus the soft Hamilton musical songs that played perfectly in the background, accompanying both women with amazing voices and music as it definitely helps to fill in the eerie silence between them.

The food is really, really good and Jeongyeon really want to compliment her cooking skills, but it looks like Momo still not in her usual cheery bubbles and Jeongyeon fears that the constant compliments will eventually sound fake, and that is not the message that Jeongyeon is trying to convey, at all.

So she decided to stop instead.

Her effort to strike on a conversation might be not helping at all, and absolutely not working as it seem.

Jeongyeon sighed inaudibly.

She misses Momo, wanting to be closer to her, wanting to hug her even.

‘How pathetic.’

But she feels like Momo won’t like it the same as before anytime sooner and Jeongyeon really don’t want to push her luck any further for the night; scared it would make things worst otherwise.

The chair made an unpleasant noise as it scratches the wooden floor of the dining room as Momo, without warning, suddenly stood up, eyes still refusing to stay in touch with Jeongyeon’s with her semi-empty plate in her right hand in a complete contrast with Jeongyeon’s clean plate still lying comfortably across the table in front of them.

Jeongyeon’s eyes followed her beautiful fiancée closely and opened slightly in surprise with the sudden movement.

“I’m full.”

“Oh, me too.” Jeongyeon quickly stood as well with a kind smile directed obviously to the woman standing stiffly and opposite of her and Momo can feel her heart whimpered lightly with affections upon seeing the warm expression of Jeongyeon.

She nodded awkwardly as she turned quite swiftly and in turn walked towards the kitchen area, leaving the Jeongyeon’s presence behind.

But soon after, not more than 5 steps ahead, Momo can hear the woman’s light steps trailing behind her, following her and Momo unconsciously smiled on her own.

She may not be in her great-self right now, but she has to admit; Jeongyeon’s adorable antics to make her smile are such a loving scene to be seen and again, though Momo’s expression appeared indifferent, on the inside however, Momo is constantly melting with love every time her fiancée does something extra to make her happy and that really, is a good wife material there.

Momo blushes openly but hidden from the taller girl’s view, fortunately.

She quickly headed towards the sink with her plate balanced in her hand, still ignoring the presence of the other one in the kitchen that seem to be stubbornly sticking to her in the back – though very welcomed, it really does take a slight toll in Momo seeing the heavy guilt plastered across her fiancée’s innocent face.

Momo knows it wasn’t the girl’s fault behind her childish behaviour and Momo slowly heals her own heart thinking about the other one, slowly warming up back again and ready to actually eliminate the sadness and the burden her fiancée carried patiently all night long.

Momo is not the type of girl who apologizes first; she’s a good person but an awkward one to be honest.

She is clearly not Mina, to possess such girl’s confidence and boldness to admit when she has done something wrong are quite the respectable traits to be planted.

Momo badly wishes that she has those traits all along or right now, even but unfortunately, she doesn’t. Now, instead of saying, ‘Sorry, I’m acting like a kid. Forgive me?’, She’s currently imagining a million excuses she could come up to apologise to the older girl, knowing that she really does took it beyond the borderline tonight with her antics and the gentle woman obviously does not deserve to be treated in such ways just because Momo has a slight problem with her self-esteem.

But before Momo could let the words even escape from , all of the sudden she could feel a fluffy cloth pressed gently behind at her back as a pair of arms enclosed possessively and quite comfortably around her lower body on each side of her waist, trapping her small body in between the sink and as well as her fiancée’s oddly familiar warm body against her.

Jeongyeon’s chin softly made an impact with her top right shoulder and she can feel the older girl let out a tiny sigh at the same time.

‘I miss you.’

Momo bumped the right side of her head tenderly against Jeongyeon’s left side of her head as her arms gently slide themselves along the length of the woman’s protective limbs in front of her tummy and tugged them even more tightly, wanting to pull the woman as closer as she possibly could and wanting to show her how much Momo wanted to say sorry at the moment for acting such a spoil brat kid.

But Momo is too shy to say it out loud, so instead she just the let the woman in, hoping that her star will get the message eventually.

And of course Jeongyeon does, how can she not?

It’s the first sign ever that night that Momo is finally reacting to any of her advancements and Jeongyeon cries of happiness on the inside.

Truly, no apologies were needed from the shorter one as Jeongyeon feels like the luckiest woman alive for being ever the centre of the attention behind the girl’s envy, but Momo seem to think otherwise, as the girl is clearly having trouble to look at her in the eyes.

“I’m sorry.” Jeongyeon whispered. Even if she is the one who is an inexperienced one in this relationship, asking for forgiveness now would be a wise move, even if she doesn’t know what she did wrong at the first place.

‘Good girlfriend / fiancée 101?’

Momo stays silent and Jeongyeon grows worried by the seconds.

Jeongyeon waited for 5 more seconds to hear any responses but heard none in return.

‘Well, it’s now or never.’ Jeongyeon thought, knowing really well that her next action could be a life-saving moment or will it be the end of her time, who knows?

Both are risky of course, but worth the effort after all, as Jeongyeon wanted so badly to see that smile again gracing on the face of her angel.

Jeongyeon stepped back, releasing her arms away from the stoned soul in front of her and she already misses the feelings of her fiancée’s warmth surrounding her just a milliseconds ago.

And Momo was also taken aback with Jeongyeon’s sudden action but before she could feel disappointed with the lack of her fiancée’s body on her back, she could feel her body being turned around 180° by the gentlest hands ever, hesitant at first but really, no force was needed as Momo voluntarily swirled around at the end, head on facing to the girl’s direction full blown, finally making an unblocked eye contacts with the handsome woman in which she has the privilege to call them hers.

Her eyes shaky due to the intensity of Jeongyeon’s stare on her, loving yet strong, as if vacillating her sights away from the smaller woman would make her change her mind rather quickly about forgiving her and Jeongyeon pinky promised herself to not ever wanting to be on the cold ends of such horrible punishments.

Little by little, Momo’s smile has become her drugs, the one she addicted to and the one she’s not planning on stop using. She knows how dangerous she is but Jeongyeon could no longer save herself from the upcoming pain she would feel beyond her control at the end of the tunnel.

‘She’s worth it.’

“I’m sorry, Momo-shi.” Jeongyeon pulled Momo body closer, but this time – front to front with nothing to spare them the feelings of electricity flowing freely across their skin as their hearts jumped almost in the same tempo, beating rapidly as if they have been running for an hour before but both were unaware of such exchanges, at least not yet somehow.

As Jeongyeon’s arms once again made their way back around Momo’s waist, both of Momo’s hands raised up as both of her palms pressed softly against the front of Jeongyeon’s shoulders, not pushing