Officially together
Milk is regretting everything.
Not the confession.
Not the kissing.
But the fact that dating Love means dealing with her constant need for drama.
They’re at a fancy event, and Love is deliberately flirting with some guy just to make Milk jealous.
Milk, arms crossed, watching from the bar, is this close to committing a crime.
View, sipping a cocktail beside her, smirks.
View:"You know she’s doing this on purpose, right?"
Milk clenches her jaw.
Then downs her drink, slams it on the table—
And marches straight to Love.
Without warning, she grabs her by the waist, dips her dramatically, and kisses the hell out of her in front of everyone.
Gasps echo around them.
Love is stunned.
Milk pulls back slightly, smirking down at her.
Milk: (low, teasing) "Still wanna play that game?"
Love, breathless, just grins.
Love:"I was hoping you’d say that."
Milk groans, but she can’t help laughing as Love pulls her in again.
Because this?
This is exactly what she signed up for.
And she wouldn’t change a damn thing.
First Date – The Absolute Disaster
Milk should have known this wouldn’t be a normal date.
She should have known the moment Love texted:
💬 "Wear something hot but comfortable. Also, don’t ask questions."
But like the idiot she is, Milk went along with it.
Now, she’s standing in the middle of a damn casino in a black button-up and leather jacket, watching as Love—dressed in a backless, blood-red dress—leans over a poker table, batting her lashes at some rich dude while casually robbing him blind.
Milk: (gritted) "Love. What the hell is this?"
Love, slipping a poker chip into her purse, smirks.
Love:"A date, obviously."
Milk: (pinching the bridge of her nose) "This is a literal crime."
Love: (mock gasp) "What? Nooo, I would never—"
Milk grabs her wrist and drags her out of the casino before security catches on.
Once they’re outside, she spins Love around, glaring.
Milk:"Seriously? This is your idea of a first date?"
Love tilts her head, amused.
Love:"What? You like adrenaline, don’t you?"
Milk groans but doesn’t let go of her wrist.
Milk: (muttering) "I should’ve taken you to a damn coffee shop."
Love grins, stepping closer, voice softening.
Love:"You still can, you know."
Milk exhales. Then, reluctantly, tugs her toward the car.
Milk:"Fine. But I’m picking the place this time."
Love hums, leaning against her shoulder as they walk.
Love:"Aw, my little responsible driver."
Milk side-eyes her.
Milk: (deadpan) "One more ‘driver’ joke and I’m leaving you on the highway."
Love just laughs, slipping her hand into Milk’s.
Milk pretends not to care.
(Spoiler: She totally cares.)
Later, at a Small 24/7 Diner
The two of them sit across from each other in a cheap, cozy diner, eating pancakes at 2 AM.
Love, still in her expensive dress, twirls her fork.
Love: (teasing) "So, did I impress you?"
Milk sighs, shaking her head.
Milk:"You nearly got us arrested."
Love beams.
Love:"But we weren’t, so technically—"
Milk leans forward, cutting her off with a quick kiss.
Love freezes.
Milk pulls back, smirking at her stunned face.
Milk: (low) "Shut up and eat your pancakes."
Love stares at her. Then, slowly, a grin spreads across her face.
Love: (softly) "God, I really like you."
Milk, cheeks slightly pink, looks away.
Milk:"Yeah, yeah. Just eat, drama queen."
But under the table, their fingers stay intertwined.
And for the first time, neither of them tries to let go.
Milk Stays the Night
Milk should have left by now.
She told herself this was just another one of Love’s ridiculous ideas—dragging her to this massive, cold mansion for no real reason.
But here she is.
Sitting on Love’s bed.
Love, fresh out of the shower, walks back into the room, towel-drying her hair. Her silk robe clings just right, teasing way more than Milk has the patience for.
Milk: (deadpan) "If this is some kind of seduction tactic, it’s lazy."
Love smirks, tossing the towel aside.
Love:"Oh, baby, if I wanted to seduce you, you’d already be begging."
Milk chokes on air.
Love laughs, strutting over to the bed and sliding in like it’s the most natural thing in the world. She leans on one elbow, staring at Milk expectantly.
Love:"You’re staying, right?"
Milk should say no.
She should roll her eyes, make some sarcastic remark, and walk out.
But she doesn’t.
Instead, she exhales and kicks off her shoes, sliding in beside Love.
Milk: (muttering) "You’re a menace."
Love grins, completely unbothered.
She reaches over, fingers tracing lazy patterns on Milk’s arm. It’s casual, but it sends fire straight through Milk’s veins.
Milk: (warning) "Love."
Love hums.
Love:"What?"
Milk: (dead serious) "You keep touching me like that, and I’ll ruin you."
Love’s breath catches.
For the first time, she’s the one caught off guard.
Love: (softly) "Promise?"
Milk stares.
And just like that—
She closes the distance.
The kiss is slower this time, deeper. Less about proving something, more about feeling everything.
Love’s fingers tangle in Milk’s hair. Milk presses her closer, hands skimming down Love’s back, nails dragging just enough to make Love shudder.
When they finally pull apart, Love is breathless.
Milk smirks, thumb grazing Love’s swollen lips.
Milk:"You talk too much."
Love: (grinning) "And yet, you still kiss me."
Milk doesn’t even argue.
She just pulls Love into her arms, holding her close.
For once, they don’t need words.
Because tonight?
Milk is staying.
And neither of them wants to be anywhere else.
The Morning After—A Mess (and a Little Too Domestic)
Milk wakes up to the worst sound imaginable.
A hairdryer.
Blasting at full volume.
Milk groans, burying her face into the pillow. She’s still warm, still comfortable, and—
Wait.
Why does the bed smell like expensive perfume and trouble?
She cracks one eye open.
Love is standing by the mirror, one leg propped up on the vanity, completely unbothered as she dries her hair.
She’s still in that damn silk robe.
Milk closes her eyes again.
Milk:"I hate my life."
Love glances over, smirking at Milk’s misery.
Love:"Morning, sunshine."
Milk:"Shut up."
Love laughs, tossing the hairdryer onto the table before climbing back onto the bed.
She flops down dramatically, head resting on Milk’s stomach, completely invading her space like it’s her right.
Love: (grinning) "So… breakfast?"
Milk just stares at the ceiling.
She should leave. She should get up, put her shoes on, and pretend last night was nothing.
Instead—
She lazily runs a hand through Love’s hair.
Love freezes.
It’s absentminded. Gentle. Like it’s natural for them to be like this.
And that’s terrifying.
For both of them.
Love: (softly) "…You’re still here."
Milk exhales, staring down at her.
Milk:"Yeah. Guess I am."
Silence.
The air feels too charged, too vulnerable, and Milk is not built for this.
So—
She grabs a pillow and smacks Love in the face.
Milk: (deadpan) "Move. You’re heavy."
Love: (offended) "EXCUSE ME? I am a delicate princess!"
Milk:"A delicate princess who’s crushing my ribs."
Love gasps, dramatically rolling off the bed. She lands on the floor with a THUD.
Milk just sips her coffee (because of course she found the coffee machine in this ridiculous mansion).
Milk: (sipping) "Instant karma."
Love glares at her from the floor.
Love: (grumbling) "You’re the worst."
Milk smirks, reaching down and pulling Love back up onto the bed.
For a second, their faces are too close again.
Love licks her lips. Milk notices.
The tension is right there.
Milk:"You’re staring."
Love: (muttering) "You’re annoying."
Milk leans in.
Milk:"And yet, you’re still here."
Love groans, shoving Milk back onto the pillows.
She grabs her phone, pretending to be busy.
Milk just smirks, arms behind her head.
This girl is so screwed.
And so is she.
A Soft, Dangerous Kind of Morning
For the first time in forever, Love isn’t in a rush to be somewhere.
No meetings, no forced social gatherings, no pretending to enjoy expensive wine while listening to people she doesn’t care about.
Just this.
Lying in bed, Milk’s arm thrown lazily over her waist, the slow rise and fall of their breathing in sync.
She’s never done this before.
Not the kissing, not the playful fights, not even the feelings—
The staying.
Yet, here she is.
Milk shifts beside her, half-awake, rubbing at her face with one hand.
Milk: (groggy) “Why are you staring at me?”
Love: (mocking) “I’m admiring your beauty, obviously.”
Milk snorts.
Milk:“Then you must be blind.”
Love rolls her eyes but doesn’t deny it. Instead, she traces her fingers along Milk’s jaw, down her collarbone, absentmindedly.
Milk doesn’t stop her.
And that’s the dangerous part.
Love: (softly) “You’re still here.”
Milk’s eyes flicker open, looking at her properly. Still sleepy. Still unguarded.
Milk:“Yeah.”
That’s it. Just yeah.
Like it’s that simple.
And maybe it is.
Maybe Love is the one making it complicated.
She lets out a breath she didn’t know she was holding, curling closer, resting her forehead against Milk’s.
Love: (muttering) “I don’t want to do today.”
Milk smirks, sliding a hand up Love’s back.
Milk: (teasing) “That’s rich coming from a spoiled heiress who doesn’t have to do anything.”
Love huffs, lightly swatting Milk’s arm.
Love:“I do things! Important things!”
Milk: (deadpan) “Like what? Ordering people around?”
Love:“…Yes, actually.”
Milk chuckles, shaking her head.
Then—
She tilts Love’s chin up with her fingers.
The teasing fades.
Milk’s thumb brushes against Love’s cheek, slow, warm, deliberate.
Milk: (quietly) “Then take the day off, princess.”
Love hates how easy it is for her to melt under that gaze.
How Milk makes everything feel so natural, like Love isn’t complicated or exhausting to be around.
Just hers.
So—
She leans in.
Presses a lazy, lingering kiss against Milk’s lips.
Milk smiles against her mouth.
Milk: (murmuring) “That’s cheating.”
Love hums, pulling her even closer.
Love:“No, darling. That’s winning.”
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Just when things finally seem settled between Milk and Love…
BOOM. Drama knocks at the door.
Literally.
Because when Love opens her front door the next morning, still in Milk’s hoodie, still glowing from last night, she freezes.
Standing there, looking way too good for this early in the morning, is Film.
Her ex.
The only person Love ever seriously dated before Milk. The one she never talks about.
Milk, standing behind her, immediately picks up on the shift in Love’s body language.
Not fear. Not excitement.
Something else.
Something dangerous.
WHO IS FILM? AND WHY IS SHE HERE?
🖤 The One That Got Away: The "perfect ex," the one Love’s family approved of.
🔥 A Walking Threat: Knows exactly how to push Love’s buttons.
🎭 Hidden Agenda: Did she really just come back to see Love… or does she have something bigger planned?