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Behind her, Yura watched in silence. She could see the subtle shift in Jiyeon\'s posture, the way her shoulders relaxed, and a small, knowing smile tugged at the corner of her lips. Stepping forward, Yura moved with the grace of someone who knew the room intimately, her footsteps barely making a sound on the polished floor. As she reached Jiyeon, she wrapped her arms around her from behind, resting her chin on Jiyeon\'s shoulder.

The familiar scent of strawberries filled the air, mixing with Jiyeon\'s own vanilla fragrance. It was a combination that always brought a sense of calm and belonging, a private aroma that defined their intimacy. Jiyeon leaned back into Yura\'s embrace, closing her eyes as she let the warmth of her wife\'s body seep into her own.

"You\'re thinking too much again," Yura whispered, her voice soft but teasing. "The night\'s over. Stop worrying."

Jiyeon chuckled, the sound low and hushed. "I\'m not worrying, just… reflecting."

Yura hummed in response, tightening her hold just slightly. "Reflecting, huh? You\'ve been doing a lot of that lately."

There was a playful edge to Yura\'s tone, one that made Jiyeon smile despite herself. "Can\'t help it. Tonight was important. The restaurant is important."

"I know," Yura said, her voice gentling. "But it\'s done now. You did amazing, as always."

Jiyeon turned her head slightly, catching Yura\'s gaze. The dim lighting made Yura\'s features appear softer, but there was a sharpness in her eyes that spoke of the fierce determination and loyalty she had always possessed. Yura wasn\'t one to express emotions openly to anyone outside of their inner circle, but Jiyeon had always been able to see through her icy exterior.

"Thank you," Jiyeon murmured, her voice sincere.

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Yura simply smiled, a rare, genuine smile that was reserved for moments like this. "You\'re welcome." Then, as if sensing that Jiyeon needed a further distraction, she loosened her hold and took a step back. "Come on, let\'s dance."

Jiyeon raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Dance? Here?"

"Why not?" Yura countered, her tone light. "It\'s just us. Besides, when was the last time we danced together?"

Jiyeon thought for a moment, realizing that Yura was right. Between managing the restaurant and dealing with various responsibilities, they rarely had time for something as simple as dancing. The thought of it, however, brought a warmth to her chest that she couldn\'t ignore.

"Alright," Jiyeon agreed, a smile playing on her lips. "But there\'s no music."

Yura\'s eyes sparkled with mischief as she stepped closer, taking Jiyeon\'s hand in hers. "We don\'t need music."

With that, Yura began to hum softly, a melody that was familiar yet distant, something they had shared during quieter moments in their home. Jiyeon\'s smile widened as she let Yura lead her to the center of the room, where the lighting was the warmest, casting gentle shadows around them.

They started to sway, the movement slow and unhurried. Yura\'s arms wrapped around Jiyeon\'s waist, pulling her close as they moved together. The lack of music didn\'t matter; the hum of Yura\'s voice and the rhythmic sound of their breathing created a symphony all their own. Jiyeon felt the day\'s tension melt away as she leaned into Yura, her head resting against her wife\'s shoulder.

The dance was simple, no fancy steps or intricate patterns, just a gentle rocking back and forth. Yet, it was perfect in its simplicity. Jiyeon closed her eyes, allowing herself to be fully present in the moment. The mingling of their pheromones intensified the atmosphere, the scent of vanilla and strawberries creating a cocoon of intimacy around them.

They moved as one, completely in sync, as if the world outside had ceased to exist. In this quiet space, there were no expectations, no pressures, just the two of them and the love they shared. The connection between them was palpable, a bond that had been forged through years of shared experiences, both good and bad.

As they danced, Yura\'s humming turned into light banter, her voice low and playful. "You know, I was watching you all night. You looked so serious, like you were ready to take down anyone who even thought about messing up."

Jiyeon laughed softly, the sound vibrating against Yura\'s chest. "Can you blame me? It\'s not every day my restaurant hosts such an important event."

"True," Yura conceded. "But you\'re allowed to enjoy it too, you know. Not just stress about it."

"I know," Jiyeon replied, her tone softer now. "But I couldn\'t help it. There\'s a lot riding on this place."

Yura\'s grip on Jiyeon tightened slightly, a silent reassurance. "And you\'ve handled it all brilliantly. You always do. That\'s one of the things I love about you."

Jiyeon looked up, meeting Yura\'s gaze. There was a tenderness in her wife\'s eyes that made her heart swell with emotion. "Thank you," she said, her voice thick with gratitude. "I couldn\'t do any of this without you."

Yura\'s expression softened further, her usual cold demeanor melting away in the warmth of the moment. "You give me too much credit," she murmured, brushing a strand of hair away from Jiyeon\'s face. "But I\'m glad I can be here for you. Always."

The sincerity in Yura\'s words touched Jiyeon deeply. Despite her tough exterior, Yura had always been her biggest supporter, the one person she could rely on no matter what. It was a side of Yura that few people ever saw, but it was one that Jiyeon cherished more than anything.

As they continued to sway together, the conversation shifted to lighter topics, their voices barely above a whisper. They talked about their future, about plans that had yet to be realized. But mostly, they just enjoyed the simplicity of the moment, the rare chance to just be together without the weight of the world pressing down on them.

Eventually, the dance began to wind down, their movements slowing until they were barely moving at all. Yura leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to Jiyeon\'s lips. The kiss was gentle, a tender gesture that spoke of love.

When they finally pulled away, Jiyeon felt a sense of peace settle over her. The night had been long and tiring, but it had ended in the best possible way—with Yura by her side.

"Let\'s sit," Yura suggested, leading Jiyeon to one of the cozy booths by the window. The view outside was dark, the streets empty and quiet, a stark contrast to the warmth inside.

Jiyeon settled into the booth, resting her head on Yura\'s shoulder. They sat in comfortable silence, simply enjoying each other\'s presence as the night slowly faded into early morning. The world outside was still and calm, but inside the restaurant, there was a sense of contentment and love that filled the space, making it feel like home.

As Jiyeon began to drift off, lulled by the steady rise and fall of Yura\'s breathing, she couldn\'t help but feel grateful for this moment. It was a small, simple thing—a quiet dance, a soft kiss, a peaceful night spent with the woman she loved. But in the grand scheme of things, it was everything.

The warmth of Yura\'s body seeped into her, a comfort that made her feel like she was wrapped in the softest blanket. She could feel the gentle rise and fall of Yura\'s chest beneath her head, each breath a steady rhythm that echoed the beating of her own heart. The scent of strawberries clung to Yura\'s skin, mingling with Jiyeon\'s vanilla, creating an aroma that was uniquely theirs. It was intoxicating, soothing her in a way that words could never fully describe.

The quiet of the night enveloped them, the only sound being the occasional rustle of the sheets as they shifted slightly. Jiyeon\'s mind, usually buzzing with thoughts and plans, felt blissfully empty, focused only on the sensation of Yura\'s fingers lightly tracing patterns on her arm. Each touch sent a ripple of warmth through her, like a gentle current moving beneath her skin.

As sleep began to claim her, Jiyeon\'s last conscious thought was of Yura. Her beautiful, fierce, and loving Yura. The woman who had stood by her through everything, who had loved her with a passion that sometimes took her breath away. Jiyeon knew she was incredibly lucky to have found someone like Yura, and she vowed, as she finally drifted off, to never take that for granted.

In the darkness, with Yura\'s arms around her and the night stretching out before them, Jiyeon felt utterly at peace. The world outside might be filled with uncertainties and challenges, but here, in this moment, everything was perfect. And that was all that mattered.