RED STRING || 1

Chapter twelve.

"Alright, I’m sorry," Seulgi said with a smile, trying to diffuse the tension. She reached for Irene and gave her a hug.

“A hug won’t do,” Irene whispered, her voice dripping with a mix of frustration and longing. She had given Seulgi so many subtle hints, but all she received was a gentle embrace and a kiss—passionate, yes, but not the kind of kiss she had hoped for. As much as she adored the affection, it wasn’t quite enough.

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Later, as Seulgi sat in front of her vanity, brushing her hair, her thoughts wandered. She was torn between wanting to share an intimate experience with Irene and her personal desire to wait until their wedding night to fully embrace the connection they shared. She wanted to make that moment special and truly savor the occasion, but at the same time, the feelings of attraction and love she had for Irene were undeniable.

Seulgi’s train of thought was interrupted by a soft knock on the door. Looking up, she saw Irene’s face peeking in with a smile that instantly brightened her mood. Without a word, Irene entered the room and made her way over to Seulgi, gently placing her hands on Seulgi’s shoulders and massaging them with tenderness.

Seulgi closed her eyes, relaxing under Irene’s touch. There was something about the way Irene cared for her, always attentive and thoughtful, that made Seulgi fall deeper in love with her. She marveled at how soft and warm Irene was, even though she often played the role of a tough and stoic woman. But with Seulgi, Irene showed her true, tender side, and it was in those moments that Seulgi felt truly cherished.

“Can I have a date with my future wife tonight?” Irene asked, leaning her head on Seulgi’s shoulder as she looked at her through the reflection in the mirror.

Seulgi smiled and nodded, and Irene took the hairbrush from her hand, continuing to brush Seulgi’s hair with a gentle rhythm. “That’s it then. I just can’t wait to do this with you every day. I want to brush your hair and see you smile,” Irene added, her voice filled with genuine affection.

Seulgi’s heart fluttered at Irene’s words. It was these small, simple acts of care that made her feel so loved. Everything was perfect, and they hadn’t fought in what felt like forever. Seulgi felt like she was living in a dream—one where she was always surrounded by love and happiness.

As the day wore on, their sweetness towards each other only deepened. Irene’s parents had returned from their trip, and with them out of the house, Irene and Seulgi had all the space they needed to be together. Irene couldn’t help but show her affection at every chance, whether it was by back-hugging Seulgi, surprising her with sudden embraces, or jumping out from behind doors to shower her with playful affection. Seulgi, of course, blushed every time, her heart racing from the attention.

Later that evening, the two of them prepared for their “date.” Irene wore a stunning black dress that was both cute and sexy, while Seulgi opted for a cute red dress that made her look absolutely radiant. Once they were ready, they headed to the car, where the butler opened the door for them.

During the ride, Irene couldn’t resist stealing a few kisses from Seulgi, each one soft and sweet, landing on Seulgi’s cheek. Each kiss made Seulgi blush and smile, and Irene found herself drawn to her fiancée’s cuteness. But it was more than that. Seulgi’s ability to balance sweetness with moments of undeniable allure was something that Irene couldn’t get enough of.

When they arrived at the fancy restaurant, Irene had reserved a table overlooking the breathtaking view of the city of Seoul. The city lights sparkled like stars, and the hustle and bustle of the streets below only added to the vibrant energy of the night. Seulgi was amazed by the sight, her eyes wide with wonder.

As they settled into their seats, the violinist began playing soft, romantic melodies, and the waiter placed a bottle of champagne in a bucket of ice on their table.

“What do you want to order, Seul?” Irene asked, glancing at the menu.

“Beef sirloin,” Seulgi replied, scanning the menu thoughtfully. Irene passed the order to the waiter, and as they waited for their food, Irene couldn’t take her eyes off Seulgi.

She was mesmerized by the way Seulgi looked at the world, appreciative of even the smallest details. It was one of the things that Irene loved most about her—how she treasured everything Irene gave her, no matter how simple it seemed. Seulgi’s appreciation for life and for Irene herself was incredibly endearing, and Irene couldn’t help but feel her heart swell with love.

As they enjoyed their meal and the beautiful atmosphere, Irene realized that this was just the beginning of many more cherished moments with Seulgi. Together, they had built something beautiful—a love that was strong, tender, and filled with endless possibilities.