My Ice-King : Hanamitchi

Ten minutes passed.

Ten long, aching minutes.

Y/N sat there on her bed, staring at her phone, every second dragging painfully slow.

Even though it was just ten minutes…

for her, it felt like an eternity.

Just when she was about to lose hope, her phone rang, breaking the heavy silence.

Her heart jumped as she saw the caller ID flashing: YURI

Without wasting a second, she picked up.

"Babe, I'm outside your house," Yuri's familiar, soothing voice said through the line.

Her breath caught — a mixture of relief and overwhelming emotion.

She rushed to her window, pulling aside the curtain —

and there he was.

Standing under the soft glow of the streetlights,

waving at her with that same boyish grin that had always melted her heart.

A wide, uncontrollable smile stretched across her face.

She didn't even realize her tears had welled up until she blinked them away.

Without thinking, she ran down the stairs, her socks sliding a little on the floor, her heart racing faster than her steps.

She threw open the door —

and the moment she saw him, standing there, waiting, real and warm and safe —

she ran straight into his arms.

She hugged him tightly, desperately, burying her face in his chest as if trying to memorize the way he felt.

His arms wrapped around her instantly, strong and protective, holding her like he never wanted to let go.

Neither of them said anything for a few seconds.

They just stayed there, in the quiet night, under the stars —

as if the world could wait just a little longer for them.

Yuri gently kissed the top of Y/N's head, his hand brushing soothingly along her back.

"Babe… what happened?" he whispered against her hair, sensing the weight in her silence.

But Y/N didn't answer.

Instead, she pulled away just enough to look up at him — her eyes glossy but determined.

She forced a small smile and said softly,

"Come… let's go inside."

Yuri didn't push further.

He only nodded, squeezing her hand a little tighter.

They walked into the house hand in hand, their steps slow and quiet, as if trying to stretch the moment longer.

The cool marble floor clicked softly under their feet.

As they entered the living room, the maids bowed respectfully, their heads low in honor and greeting.

It was clear they deeply respected Y/N — not just because of her title, but because of who she was.

Yuri glanced around, then looked back at her, his thumb gently caressing her hand as they moved deeper into the house.

Everything felt warm, almost too peaceful —

and yet an invisible storm brewed just under the surface, one that only Y/N knew about.

Still holding his hand tightly, Y/N guided him toward the couch, her heart thudding harder with each step.

She didn't know how to tell him…

that in a few days, she would be leaving.

But tonight…

tonight she just wanted to hold onto him a little longer.

Still holding hands, they walked quietly upstairs, the soft creak of the steps the only sound between them.

Y/N led him down the familiar hallway, straight to her room — her safe place, her sanctuary.

As soon as they stepped inside, Yuri glanced around with a playful smirk.

The warmth of the room, the soft scent of her perfume lingering in the air, everything screamed her.

He turned to her, his teasing tone breaking the heavy air.

"Babe," he said with a mischievous grin,

"Did you miss me that much… that you're taking me straight to your bedroom?"

Y/N rolled her eyes dramatically, her cheeks flushing a soft pink.

"Shut up," she muttered, lightly smacking his arm, trying — and failing — to hide the shy smile creeping onto her lips.

Yuri laughed quietly, the sound deep and comforting.

He loved seeing her like this —

soft, real, a little vulnerable.

It made him want to protect her even more.

He stepped closer, wrapping his arms loosely around her waist.

"Well, lucky me," he whispered, resting his forehead gently against hers.

Y/N closed her eyes for a second, letting herself savor the feeling.

Because soon…

this would become a memory she'd have to carry for a long, lonely time.

Yuri flopped casually onto the small couch in Y/N's bedroom, spreading out comfortably like he belonged there — because to him, he did.

His dark eyes followed her as she moved around, trying to busy herself, trying not to look as nervous as she felt.

"Do you want something to drink?" she asked, glancing at him over her shoulder.

"Maybe juice?"

Yuri grinned, that mischievous spark lighting up his face.

"Oh, juice?" he said, tilting his head playfully.

"I want to taste your juice."

The smirk on his lips was downright wicked.

Y/N froze for a second, her eyes widening in pure shock — before she grabbed a pillow from the couch and threw it at him.

"Yuri!!" she shouted, her face turning a furious shade of red.

He caught the pillow easily, laughing as he leaned back even more, clearly enjoying teasing her.

"Kidding, kidding!" he said quickly, holding up both hands in surrender.

His laughter filled the room — rich, unbothered, the kind of laugh that made her heart feel a little lighter despite everything.

"Come here," Yuri said gently, reaching out his hand toward me.

Without hesitation, I slipped my hand into his, and he pulled me down beside him.

I leaned my head against his shoulder, feeling the steady rhythm of his breathing —

so calming, so familiar.

For a moment, we just stayed like that, no words needed.

But the weight in my chest was too much to carry in silence anymore.

"Yuri…" I said quietly, my fingers fiddling with the hem of his sleeve,

"Tomorrow, I have a big day. I have a board member meeting…"

He turned his head slightly, his chin brushing the top of my hair.

"Shall I accompany you?" he offered almost instantly, his voice warm and protective.

I could hear the sincerity, the way he would drop everything just to stand beside me.

But I shook my head slowly, forcing a small smile.

"It's okay… I have to do this all by myself," I said, trying to sound stronger than I felt.

There was a pause — a soft, lingering silence — before he pressed a kiss to the top of my head.

"My babe is such a strong girl," he whispered proudly.

His words wrapped around me like a warm blanket.

I closed my eyes, memorizing this feeling —

because soon, I would have to face a world without it, at least for a while.

"Please wait for me, Yuri…"

I whispered silently in my heart.

Y/N shifted a little closer against Yuri, feeling her heart beat a little faster as she spoke.

"Yuri… can I ask you something?"

He hummed softly, his hand gently tracing patterns along her arm.

"Umm?"

"I want to make a bucket list," she said shyly, "things I want to do… with you."

Yuri chuckled under his breath, pulling her even closer.

"Interesting," he said playfully.

"I wanted that from the beginning, you know. But you were always so busy, I didn't even dare ask you out properly."

Y/N laughed softly, feeling the guilt but also the warmth of his teasing.

"First," she began, her voice a little more excited now,

"I want a normal date. Like what normal people do."

"Like?" Yuri asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Like eating street foods," she said with a little giggle, "buying ice cream, and… going to an amusement park, riding the ferris wheel together."

Yuri smiled widely, nodding.

"Let's do it," he said without hesitation.

"Anything you want."

Y/N's heart warmed at his response.

"Second," she continued, her voice growing softer, more dreamy,

"I want to watch the beach with you… staying there until we see the sunrise.

I just need… a calm day. No bodyguards. No disturbances. Just you and me."

Yuri's expression softened, his thumb brushing gently over her knuckles.

"Okay," he said quietly. "We'll make it happen."

"And the third wish?" he asked, lifting her chin to look into her eyes.

Y/N smiled mischievously, a little sadness flickering deep in her gaze.

"The third wish…" she whispered, "I'll tell you later."

Yuri pouted playfully. "When later? Tomorrow?"

She shook her head.

"When the time comes," she said, resting her forehead against his.

He closed his eyes, savoring the moment, not knowing that somewhere deep inside, she was already counting the limited time they had left.

Time passed by slowly as they lay together on the couch, small conversations floating in and out of their words.

The warmth of his body next to hers, the steady beat of his heart, made her feel safe — even if just for this moment.

But then Yuri's voice broke the comfort of the silence.

"Babe, I'm not going home tonight," he said quietly, his hand finding hers.

"I don't know what's going on in your mind, but I know there's something heavy inside you… so I'm going to stay with you. I'm afraid to leave you alone in this big house."

Y/N tensed slightly, her stomach tightening at his words.

She didn't want him to worry, didn't want him to sense how much she was holding back.

She squeezed his hand, looking up at him, trying to smile.

"It's not like that…" she said softly, her voice shaking slightly despite her attempt to sound confident.

"I'm okay, Yuri… Don't think too much. I'm just nervous because of the meeting tomorrow. It's a big deal, and I feel like I'm not ready for it."

Yuri gazed down at her, his eyes filled with a quiet understanding — but also a little concern.

He brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, his touch tender.

"I know you're strong, babe," he said, his voice steady but gentle.

"But I can see it, Y/N… You're carrying more than you're letting on. You don't have to do this alone."

She swallowed hard, her chest tightening.

She wanted to tell him everything.

She wanted to share the weight of it all.

But something inside held her back.

"Please…" he whispered, pulling her a little closer, "let me stay. I won't ask questions. I just want to be here for you."

Y/N's eyes softened, and she nodded quietly, letting herself lean into his embrace.

She didn't have the strength to tell him everything right now — but for tonight, his presence was enough.

A soft knock echoed through the door, and both Y/N and Yuri turned their heads toward it. The maid's voice followed shortly after.

"Miss, the dinner is ready."

Y/N sighed softly, glancing up at Yuri for a brief moment.

"We should go," she said quietly, her tone still tinged with the weight of her thoughts.

"Let's eat."

Yuri nodded, though his gaze lingered on her, his protective instincts not quite ready to leave her side.

He could sense the tension, but for now, he followed her down the stairs, his hand lightly resting on her back as they descended.

They reached the dining room where the maids were already at work, arranging the plates and serving the food with graceful efficiency. The smell of the dinner filled the air, warm and inviting — a sharp contrast to the storm brewing inside her.

Yuri pulled out a chair for her, and Y/N sat down, trying to shake off the heaviness that clung to her.

"Are you alright?" Yuri whispered, leaning close as he sat beside her, his hand finding hers under the table. His voice was low, meant just for her.

Y/N gave him a soft smile, though it didn't quite reach her eyes.

The maids continued to serve the delicious array of food, but Y/N's mind was miles away, focused on the coming day, the choices she had to make — and the fact that she couldn't tell Yuri everything.

Nightfall wrapped the sky in deep shades of blue and silver.

The soft hum of the city outside was distant, almost like a lullaby.

Y/N stood under the warm water for a long while, letting it wash away the heavy thoughts of the day.

After finishing her shower, she slipped into a silky nightdress, soft and delicate against her skin, and covered it lightly with a matching gown.

She sat in front of the vanity mirror, carefully starting her night routine — dabbing moisturizer onto her cheeks, brushing her hair slowly.

The room smelled faintly of fresh soap and her favorite subtle perfume.

The door creaked slightly behind her.

Yuri walked in, wearing a simple white vest and soft cotton pajama pants, a towel lazily slung over his shoulders.

His hair was slightly damp from his own quick shower, a few stray drops still clinging to his temple.

Without saying a word, he walked behind her.

He leaned down and wrapped his arms around her waist, hugging her from behind.

His lips pressed a tender kiss onto her damp hair, lingering there for a moment longer than usual — as if grounding himself in her scent, her presence.

Y/N froze for a second, her eyes meeting his through the mirror.

Then, without a word, Yuri reached into the vanity drawer, pulling out the hairdryer.

He plugged it in, turned it on low, and gently started drying her hair — his fingers threading softly through the strands, careful and tender, as if she were something fragile he was afraid to break.

The mirror reflected the moment perfectly:

A boy who loved her deeply,

and a girl who wished time could freeze just like this.

Y/N turned around slowly on the vanity stool, her delicate fingers casually finding their way to hold Yuri's waist.

She looked up at him, her eyes wide, deep, and searching — as if trying to memorize every inch of him, every emotion in his gaze.

The hum of the hairdryer faded as Yuri switched it off, placing it aside without looking away from her.

For a moment, they simply stood there, locked in each other's gaze —

the air between them thick with unspoken words, silent fears, and a love so deep it almost hurt.

Yuri's soft, warm eyes looked down at her, filled with nothing but affection and a kind of quiet understanding.

He reached out, cupping her cheek gently, his thumb brushing across her skin.

Without saying a word, he leaned down, slowly, giving her enough time to pull away if she wanted —

but she didn't.

Y/N closed her eyes and met his lips halfway, their mouths pressing together in a slow, tender kiss.

It wasn't rushed.

It wasn't desperate.

It was deep… full of longing and silent promises.

In that moment, under the dim light of her bedroom, nothing else mattered.

Not tomorrow.

Not the secrets she carried.

Only this, them, and the way their hearts beat in sync.

Yuri moved instinctively, his arms sliding beneath her, lifting her up effortlessly.

Y/N gasped softly against his lips, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist, her arms looping around his neck —

clinging onto him like he was the only solid thing left in her crumbling world.

Their kiss deepened, hungry yet tender, a storm of emotions neither could put into words.

Yuri held her tighter, as if afraid that if he loosened his grip even for a second, she would vanish into the night.

Without breaking their kiss, he carried her toward the bed, every step heavy with urgency and longing.

When he reached the edge, he lowered her gently onto the mattress, his body pressing against hers, fitting perfectly like a missing piece.

He hovered above her, his hands braced on either side of her head, his breath ragged, his forehead resting lightly against hers.

Their eyes met again — wild, desperate, trembling.

Y/N's heart raced beneath him, her fingers tangling in his damp hair, pulling him back down into another searing kiss.

Yuri moved with a tenderness that spoke louder than words:

You're mine.

Y/N kissed him back fiercely, pouring into him all the emotions she couldn't say out loud —

the love, the fear, the pain of knowing she would have to walk away soon.

Y/N broke the kiss, her breathing uneven, her fingers pressing lightly against Yuri's chest to create a little space between them.

"Not today, Yuri," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly — not from fear, but from the overwhelming emotions surging inside her.

Yuri paused, gazing at her with soft, understanding eyes.

He saw the sadness, the hesitation… and he didn't push further.

"Okay," he said gently, his voice nothing but a tender promise.

He leaned down and placed a soft, lingering kiss on her forehead, sealing it with all the love and patience he had.

Then he shifted his weight carefully, laying beside her.

Without a word, he wrapped his arm around her, pulling her against his chest.

One hand tugged the blanket up to cover them both, wrapping her in warmth and safety.

Y/N rested her head against his heart, feeling its steady rhythm against her cheek.

For a moment, she closed her eyes, letting herself believe that maybe, just maybe, they could stay like this forever.

Yuri whispered softly into her hair,

"Whenever you're ready, babe. I'll wait for you."

Tears pricked Y/N's eyes, but she blinked them away quickly, tightening her grip around his waist as if trying to absorb his strength.

The night stretched on — silent, bittersweet, and full of the words they didn't dare speak aloud.