The morning had been a revelation, a tender awakening to a new dynamic between them. Jinwoo, ever the protector, noticed the lingering fatigue in Jinah's eyes and the slight wince in her movements. He knew she needed more than just rest; she needed healing. With a quick thought, he accessed the System mall, a feature he had only recently discovered. There, among the myriad of items, he found a simple yet effective healing potion. He purchased it without hesitation, his mind already racing with plans for the day.
As Jinah emerged from the bathroom, her hair damp and her face fresh, Jinwoo handed her the small, glowing vial. "Here," he said softly. "Drink this. It'll make you feel better."
She looked at him curiously, then at the potion. "What is it?"
"Just a special drink I got for you," he replied, his voice gentle. "Trust me."
Jinah took the vial and downed its contents in one swift motion. Almost immediately, a warm, soothing sensation spread through her body, erasing the aches and pains of the night before. She looked at Jinwoo, her eyes wide with surprise and gratitude. "Thank you," she whispered.
Jinwoo took her hand, his grip firm and reassuring. "Let's go out," he said, a note of excitement in his voice. "Just you and me."
They left the apartment, stepping out into the bustling city streets. The world felt different, brighter, as they walked hand in hand. Jinah's steps were light, her spirits lifted by the healing potion and the simple joy of being with Jinwoo. They wandered aimlessly at first, the city a backdrop to their shared contentment.
As they passed a candy shop, Jinah's eyes lit up. "Oppa, can we stop here?" she asked, her voice filled with a childlike enthusiasm that made Jinwoo smile.
"Of course," he replied, leading her inside. He watched as she browsed the colorful array of sweets, her face alight with wonder. He bought her a small bag of her favorites, the simple act of pleasing her filling him with a warmth he hadn't known before.
Their next stop was a modest clothing store. Jinah wandered between the racks, her fingers brushing against the fabrics as she picked out skirts and tops that caught her eye. Jinwoo stood nearby, pretending to browse while keeping a watchful eye on her. He loved seeing her like this, carefree and happy.
"How about this one?" she asked, holding up a light-colored skirt that complemented her figure perfectly.
Jinwoo nodded. "Looks beautiful."
She smiled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "You're supposed to say it looks good on me."
"…It looks good on you," he corrected immediately, his voice low and sincere.
She laughed, the sound bright and cheerful, and for a moment, Jinwoo felt like the world had stopped. He even prepared a surprise for her as she secretly bought a sexy black night dress for herself, a promise of what was to come.
For the first time, Jinwoo didn't worry about prices. When Jinah hesitated at the counter, he simply paid without complaint. She noticed his nonchalance and didn't protest this time because she already belonged to him, and it felt natural.
They walked out with shopping bags in hand, Jinah swinging hers lightly, her steps filled with a newfound energy. The healing potion had worked wonders, and Jinwoo felt a surge of pride and protectiveness. He would do anything to keep her smiling like this.
Next came lunch. They ate at a small restaurant near the theater district, sharing simple food and idle conversation. Jinah talked about school, her friends, and the movies she'd been wanting to see. Jinwoo listened, his eyes never leaving her beautiful face, quietly memorizing every line, every curve, every fleeting expression.
Afterward, Jinah stopped suddenly in front of a cinema. "…Oppa," she said, trying to sound casual. "There's a movie I wanted to watch."
Jinwoo followed her gaze to the poster, a romantic comedy that promised laughter and warmth. "Let's watch it," he said immediately, his voice filled with a determination that left no room for argument.
Her eyes widened. "Really?"
"Really," he confirmed, taking her hand and leading her inside.
Inside the theater, the lights dimmed and the screen flickered to life. Jinah sat close beside him, her shoulder pressing against his, her hand finding his in the darkness. The movie was a whirlwind of laughter and tears, but Jinwoo found it hard to focus on the screen. He was too busy watching Jinah, her reactions, her smiles, her every breath.
Halfway through, he noticed her beautiful smile and couldn't help but lean in, capturing her lips in a soft, tender kiss. She gasped in surprise, but quickly melted into him, her arms wrapping around his neck as their kiss deepened, their tongues dancing in a silent, passionate conversation. The world around them faded away, leaving only the two of them, lost in each other.
They finally separated, their breaths mingling, their foreheads resting against each other. Jinwoo smiled, his thumb brushing gently against her cheek. "Sorry," he whispered. "I couldn't help myself."
Jinah blushed deeply, her eyes shining with a mix of embarrassment and desire. "It's okay," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
The movie ended, but Jinah and Jinwoo were immersed in each other, their world narrowed down to the small, intimate space they had created. As the credits rolled, Jinah stirred, blinking as if waking from a dream. "Did I miss it?" she asked, her voice soft and dazed.
Jinwoo smiled, his hand still holding hers. "A little."
"…Sorry," she muttered, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of pink.
"It's fine," he reassured her, his voice filled with a warmth that made her heart flutter.
Outside, the sky had begun to darken, the city lights glowing softly around them. Jinah stretched, looking more refreshed than she had in weeks. As they walked home, she glanced up at him, her eyes reflecting the twinkling stars above.
"…Today was fun," she said quietly, her voice filled with a contentment that made Jinwoo's heart swell with pride and love.
Jinwoo nodded, his thumb brushing gently against the back of her hand. "Yeah. It was."
She smiled, slipping her hand into his, their fingers intertwining naturally. For Sung Jinwoo, the monsters could wait. The System could wait. Tonight, all that mattered was this—walking home with his precious sister, under a peaceful sky, carrying the romantic memories of a perfect day.