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"What are you up to?" Rosé asked suspiciously as she walked in to prepare dinner. You were just cleaning up the cardboard from a package that had suddenly arrived, courtesy of your parents.
The look in her eye that said, 'This wasn't here yesterday,' was only natural, you thought. After all, you were just a passive recipient who had no clue about the package either.
It was obvious that the package was oversized for you. It was the perfect size to be placed next to a low table. When you gently tapped it, you could hear the rustling sound of little pellets rubbing against each other as they fell.
"It came from my parents, as a congratulatory gift for making it to the next college year. Have you never seen one before?" you explained.
Inside the unsolicited package was a huge beanbag that took up a lot of space. It was a massive cushion, big enough to sit on, just like the ones you had seen advertised on TV and the internet.
Beanbags had been quite popular for several years, and you thought they were common knowledge. However, Rosé didn't seem to know about them.
"Well, I've heard rumors about them for a while. They say it's like an evil sofa that sucks you into a vortex of laziness and idleness once you sit on it, right?" Rosé commented.
You couldn't help but laugh at the exaggerated rumors she had heard.
Though you were a little taken aback by Rosé describing the beanbag as a sinister object or whatever, you knew that the cushion was indeed supposed to be so comfortable that once you sat down, you'd lose the will to move. So you couldn't necessarily refute her statement.
This particular beanbag was rather long and large enough for two people to sit on it at once. It was obviously too big for just one person. Clearly, you were not meant to sit on it alone.
'I can feel them pressuring me to sit with Rosie...' you thought to yourself.
It was evident that your parents must have intended for you and Rosé to enjoy the beanbag together. Otherwise, they would have sent something smaller.
A long time ago, when you were in high school, you had expressed your desire for a cushion like this one to your parents. However, they had rejected your request, considering your lazy habits at that time. But now, they must have thought that laziness wasn't an issue anymore, especially with Rosé by your side.
With an exasperated sigh, you put the dark blue slipcover onto the beanbag and stared at it. You would have appreciated it if they had asked you about the available space in your home before sending such a bulky object. But it seemed like they were counting on the fact that your room had been tidy when they checked in around New Year's, and that you wouldn't let it get cluttered with Rosé around.
"Mm, this is really huge, isn't it? Will you put it in your room?" Rosé asked, looking at the massive beanbag.
"I think that's the only option. My room doesn't have much in it, so there's space for it. But my mom always does things like this out of the blue, geez," you replied with a sigh.
You had managed to get the beanbag out of the packaging and put the cover on, but there was no way you could leave it in the living room. For now, you had moved the low table aside to make room for it.
Your bedroom was quite simple, with just a bed, a desk for schoolwork, and a small bookshelf. Adding a beanbag of this size would make it a little difficult to open the closet, but you were determined to make it fit.
"Mom really goes all out when she decides to do something, doesn't she? It's awfully big," you commented.
"Mhm, yeah, it sure is," Rosé agreed.
"It's so big that you could probably lie down on it," you added, imagining what your mom would say if she were there. She would probably suggest that the two of you sit on it together.
But you knew that sitting so closely with someone so attractive as Rosé on something like this would be too much. It was common knowledge. While you were thinking of comebacks to the imaginary, joyfully cackling mother in your head, you glanced over at Rosé and noticed her intense gaze on the beanbag.
From the way she talked, it was clear that she had never seen a real beanbag before. But it seemed to have piqued her interest. Her eyes, which always had a gentle light behind them, were now more animated than usual. They sparkled brightly, revealing her curiosity. She was buzzing with impatience.
Rosé slowly reached out her hand towards the big beanbag but quickly withdrew it, probably being mindful not to touch other people's belongings without asking.
"I put the cover on, so wanna sit?" you suggested, not thinking much of it.
"Ah!" Rosé let out a little shriek in response, seeming restless. You had suggested it because you thought if she was interested in the beanbag, she should just try it. But now you worried if you had said something weird.
"N-no, um, I—I appreciate you offering, but... the owner should enjoy it first," Rosé stammered.
"You look like you want to sit on it, and I'm not worried about all that. I'm sure my mother sent it hoping you would sit on it too, so if you want to sit, go ahead and sit," you reassured her.
"Ah, um... is it really alright?" Rosé asked, still hesitant.
"I wouldn't say that if it wasn't. I don't really mind who uses it first. You seem curious, so I'd rather have you try it out first," you insisted.
"O-oh... well then, I'll take you up on that," Rosé finally agreed.
She approached the beanbag timidly, trying to hold back as best she could. With some hesitation, she lowered herself onto the cushion, and it made a little rustling sound as it contorted to envelop her dainty body.
Sitting on the beanbag must have felt different from sitting on a normal sofa, as she blinked several times in surprise and looked down at the beanbag beneath her. After adjusting her position, she wriggled around a bit and then sat back down.
Rosé checked how she sank slowly into the beanbag, and then she leaned her body weight as far back as she could, stretching out like she was going to take a little nap. In a livelier voice than usual, she mumbled, "This feels amazing."
You were pretty sure that Rosé hadn't said those words for you to hear. She seemed to have immediately fallen under the spell of the shifting beanbag, rolling around to find the most comfortable position.
You couldn't help but think, "Thank goodness she wore pants today," as you earnestly watched her. If she had been wearing one of her usual voluminous skirts, even if it was long, you might have caught a glimpse of her underwear with the way she threw herself down on the beanbag.
As you watched Rosé enjoy the beanbag, you felt a sense of contentment, even though you hadn't eaten dinner yet. She was overwhelmingly adorable when she let loose and showed her childish side. You couldn't help but smile as you watched her. But then, whether she realized it or not, Rosé looked at you and beckoned.
"You might as well get on here too, Y/N. Come with me," she said, inviting you with the best of intentions, wanting to share the fun and comfort of the beanbag. However, if you sat down next to her, your bodies would definitely stick together.
No matter how dainty and small Rosé was, or how big the beanbag sofa was, if the two of you sat on it together, there would be no keeping your distance.
"N-no, I... I think I'll hold off," you stuttered in response.
"...Mm, you don't want to?" Rosé asked, confusion evident in her expression.
"Th-that's not it, but, um, it's just... how do I put this... uh..." You tried to come up with a good reason for refusing, but when Rosé looked up at you with confusion, you lost the willpower to say anything.
The devil inside you whispered problematically in your ear, 'It's basically like cuddling, which you do all the time, so it shouldn't be a problem, right?' You groaned, but... you couldn't resist Rosé's pure intentions and your own desires.
'Once I sit down, I'm sure Rosie will see why I'm so reluctant,' you thought to yourself as you took a seat beside her.
The nice feeling of sinking down into the cushion as the beanbag hugged your body, combined with the warmth and scent of Rosé beside you, overwhelmed your senses. The feeling of your body sinking into the beanbag was a little different because Rosé was there, but you could still tell how nice it was. Just from sitting on that one beanbag, you could understand why so many people wanted one.
But at the moment, your attention was distracted from the sensation of the beanbag sofa by Rosé beside you, completely letting her guard down.
"Isn't it incredible? It molds perfectly to your body!" Rosé exclaimed.
"That's definitely true," you agreed.
"It seems like it would be fun to relax here. You could read a book or watch a movie... If you took it easy, I bet the hours would just fly by," Rosé mumbled in a soft and somehow intoxicated-sounding voice.
More relaxed than she had been earlier, she leaned lightly against you and sighed. Even though she had said something really adorable, for some reason, it came off a little sexy, perhaps because you could feel her body heat.
"Well, how can you help it when it feels so nice? That's why I don't want to sit on it. I just know it'll ruin me," you confessed.
"I understand how you feel. When it feels this nice, it immediately makes you want to slack off," Rosé chuckled in agreement.
Your lips threatened to soften into a smile at these unexpected words from Rosé, who was normally so disciplined. But she was leaning against your shoulder, nuzzling her cheek against you in apparent delight, and you couldn't let yourself get lost in the moment.
You knew that she probably didn't mean anything by those fawning gestures of hers. She often headbutted you to hide her embarrassment, but this time she was leaning her whole weight on you, her body almost melting into yours, and snuggling up against you to boot.
A sweet and refreshing fragrance wafted up from her hair, tempting you as you knew she had showered earlier because of gym class. It was quite the temptation to take in that scent from so close up.
Glancing down at Rosé, you could see the smooth, milky-white nape of her neck through the gaps in her gently flowing hair. You swallowed loudly, basking in her radiance.
You couldn't tell whether Rosé, who looked so loose and relaxed that she might have been in heaven, had noticed your stiffness or the sound from your throat. She glanced up at you, putting on a languid smile that made her look even more angelic than usual, then leaned heavily against you again.
'I'm spoiled, in so many ways,' you thought to yourself.
You knew that you needed to tell Rosé that both of you would need to get up and fix dinner soon. But you didn't want to ruin this moment of pure bliss with words, nor did you want to pull away from her warmth. So you swallowed the quiet words when they rose to the surface and buttoned your lips tight.
That night, you settled for instant ramyun for dinner.