All My Firsts Are You (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 49

On the way to the studio. I walked while glancing sideways between each step I took. Empty meeting rooms bathed in the fading sunlight caught my eye here and there. Jun’s studio was the room at the very end of this long hallway.

Suddenly, I remembered the countless steps I had taken, heart fluttering at the thought of meeting you. It was only natural that I also recalled the many other steps you had taken to come to me. Those were the directions of steps that you and I loved the most.

Nine years ago, the shy steps I took toward you as you sat in your usual spot by the large window filled with sunlight in that house. The steps you took to cover me with a thin blanket when falling asleep on the beige sofa I was so attached to had become my daily routine.

After I started staying at that house, you rarely came home past evening, but whenever your return was even slightly late, the steps I took to the garden chair just to wait for you for no reason.

Even when I tried to go for a walk alone without knowing Japanese, no matter how tired you were, you would roughly pat down your messy hair and take steps to stay by my side.

None of those steps were in vain. In the end, all those steps became us. It must be thanks to those steps. Even across the long nine-year gap, this sensation at my toes that allows us to recognize each other remained intact.

The fact that I can now take these exciting steps to meet you again. Even after nine years, I felt the meaning of this emotion toward you in these fluttering toes.

That was how I found my direction. Standing in front of the last room, I raised my hand to knock. Is there such a thing as a maximum limit to the excitement that can fill a heart? If there is, it felt like my heart had reached that state right now.

But at that moment, before my hand even touched the door, the gap in the door opened slightly. I startled and instinctively tried to step back, but the gap flung open wide, and my wrist was immediately grabbed. The speed at which I was pulled inside was just as fast as the grip on my wrist.

Click, as soon as the door closed, I was in Jun’s arms.

Your subtle scent reached the tip of my nose before your face did. I was conscious of our bodies pressed so close that you could probably feel my heartbeat. I squirmed to create some space, but sensing this, you tightened your arms around my shoulders, pulling our bodies even closer than before.

When I’m with you, the good things often end up embarrassing me like this.

“……Kim Jun.”

“Yes, Ha Ru.”

Even though I spoke in a low, pressing voice, your response was completely natural.

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