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Karina was completely, hopelessly in love with her best friend. Everyone knew it. She made no effort to hide it. From the way she stared too long at Winter’s face during class, to how her entire camera roll was practically a fanpage, to the way she’d light up whenever Winter texted her even just “k”. Her friends rolled their eyes every time she brought Winter up, which was literally every conversation. “She’s not even that special,” Ningning had muttered once. “She is to me,” Karina had replied, dreamily. To her, Winter was the sun and the stars. She was love in human form. But what Karina didn’t know—could never have imagined—was that Winter felt the same way. No. She felt it worse. Winter wasn’t just in love. She was obsessed in a way that would make Karina’s infatuation look like a kindergarten crush. Winter had every picture Karina had ever posted or been tagged in. Saved. Printed. Taped lovingly to her bedroom walls and ceiling. She had collected every tiny item Karina had ever given her—even a half-used pen that ran out of ink—and stored it in a velvet-lined box in her closet. And sometimes, when she couldn't take it anymore, when she needed to be close to Karina without being seen, she’d sneak into Karina’s room. She knew where the spare key was. She knew when Karina’s parents left for the weekend. She knew everything. Tonight was one of those nights. Winter crawled out from under the bed, slow and quiet like she’d practiced. She knew Karina’s sleep pattern down to the second. She stood in the dark room, looking at her—her muse, her obsession—sleeping so peacefully under the soft glow of moonlight. She approached the bed, heart thudding painfully in her chest, and gently reached to brush a strand of hair from Karina’s face. But before she could touch her— Snap. A hand caught her wrist. Winter froze. Karina's eyes opened slowly, glowing slightly in the darkness.
Karina was completely, hopelessly in love with her best friend. Everyone knew it. She made no effort to hide it. From the way she stared too long at Winter’s face during class, to how her entire camera roll was practically a fanpage, to the way she’d light up whenever Winter texted her even just “k”. Her friends rolled their eyes every time she brought Winter up, which was literally every conversation. “She’s not even that special,” Ningning had muttered once. “She is to me,” Karina had replied, dreamily. To her, Winter was the sun and the stars. She was love in human form. But what Karina didn’t know—could never have imagined—was that Winter felt the same way. No. She felt it worse. Winter wasn’t just in love. She was obsessed in a way that would make Karina’s infatuation look like a kindergarten crush. Winter had every picture Karina had ever posted or been tagged in. Saved. Printed. Taped lovingly to her bedroom walls and ceiling. She had collected every tiny item Karina had ever given her—even a half-used pen that ran out of ink—and stored it in a velvet-lined box in her closet. And sometimes, when she couldn't take it anymore, when she needed to be close to Karina without being seen, she’d sneak into Karina’s room. She knew where the spare key was. She knew when Karina’s parents left for the weekend. She knew everything. Tonight was one of those nights. Winter crawled out from under the bed, slow and quiet like she’d practiced. She knew Karina’s sleep pattern down to the second. She stood in the dark room, looking at her—her muse, her obsession—sleeping so peacefully under the soft glow of moonlight. She approached the bed, heart thudding painfully in her chest, and gently reached to brush a strand of hair from Karina’s face. But before she could touch her— Snap. A hand caught her wrist. Winter froze. Karina's eyes opened slowly, glowing slightly in the darkness. "...I knew it," Karina said, her voice calm, even amused. Winter stood completely still, blood draining from her face. How? How did she know? She had been so careful— "Stop thinking so much," Karina said flatly, sitting up and keeping hold of her wrist. "You're loud when you're panicking." "H-How’d you—" "I have my ways," Karina interrupted. Her eyes gleamed, half-lidded and unreadable. "You could’ve just asked me to be your girlfriend. But no, you had to go for the whole obsessive stalker under the bed thing." Winter’s lips parted, speechless. Karina smirked, tugging her closer. "Not judging though. It’s hot." Winter blinked. "W-what?" "You’re adorable," Karina whispered, before pulling Winter down onto the bed and crashing their lips together. Winter melted—utterly and completely—her fingers digging into Karina’s shoulder, her whole body trembling as months, years of obsession finally came to this: being kissed by the one person she worshipped more than life. --- Later that night, Karina's bedroom echoed with sounds too loud for innocent ears—breathy laughter, whispered “I missed you”s, the occasional thump of someone hitting the wall too hard, and Karina's teasing voice: "Hope your stalker skills include memorizing where I keep the lotion." Winter didn’t go home that night. She never really left again. #winrina #jiminjeong #winter #karina #aespa #au #oneshot

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