#࣪ 𓂃 ୨୧ 𓈒 ◌ 𝓂𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝓌𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒.

[cupidhoons]

( 니키 ) ⎯⎯ 𝓉𝘪𝘦 𝓂𝘺 𝓈𝘩𝘰𝘦 ⊹ 𝗂𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 . . . 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝖾𝗌 ₍ ᐢ..ᐢ ₎

𐙚˙⋆.˚ 𝖿! 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 x 𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗎𝗋𝖺 𝗋𝗂𝗄𝗂 ─── 𝒢𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦. 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿 𝗇𝗈𝗇 - 𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗅 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗌𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗋𝖾 𝗄𝗂 ꒰ ✉️ ꒱ 𝓌𝘤 2OO+ ⟡ ⌢ .    𝓌𝘢𝘳𝘯.  𝗋𝗂𝗄𝗂 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝖽𝗂𝗈𝗍 + 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗈𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 ୨୧ 𝓇𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇 ／ 𝖫𝖨𝖡𝖱𝖠𝖱𝖸

𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘭𝘪𝘻 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗁𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍 > < 𝗂𝗅𝗎 𝗋𝗂𝗄𝗂 ! 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝗒 3𝗄𝗂 𝗍𝗈𝗈, 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗂 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗍 𝖳𝖳

THE ROUGH WOOD of the park bench pressed into the back of your thighs as Riki knelt in front of you, deftly tying the laces of your scuffed sneakers. 

“Idiot,” he muttered, his brow furrowing as he looped the laces. “Quit being so damn clumsy.”  

“You’re such a sweet boyfriend,” you teased, grinning despite the sting of the scrape on your knee.  

He didn’t answer immediately, his lips pressed into a thin line as he tugged the laces tight, double-knotting them with precision. His hands lingered for a moment before moving to your other shoe.  

“You stress me out,” he finally said, his voice low, though the corners of his mouth twitched.  

You chuckled softly. “I know. I’ll try being more careful next time.”  

“You better,” he said, standing and brushing off his hands. His sharp tone softened as his eyes flicked to your scraped knee, and then back to you. “I don’t want you getting hurt.”  

You reached out, cupping his cheek. He blinked, the smallest hitch in his breath betraying the cracks in his tough exterior. “Thank you,” you said, your voice warm.  

He huffed, but the pink dusting his ears betrayed him. “Someone has to take care of you.”  

When you stood and tested your footing, he watched closely, his gaze darting to your knee before he nodded in approval.  

“Ready?” you asked, holding out your hand.  

He took it, intertwining his fingers with yours. “Yeah. Let’s get out of here before you find another way to injure yourself.”  

You laughed, leaning into him as you walked. “No promises.”  

Riki rolled his eyes, squeezing your hand. You knew, no matter what, he’d be there to catch you every time. 

[cupidhoons]

( 엔하이픈 ) ⎯⎯ 𝓃𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝓇𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴 ⊹ 𝗂𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 . . . 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝖽 ₍ ᐢ..ᐢ ₎

𐙚˙⋆.˚ 𝖿! 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 x 𝖾𝗇𝗁𝗒𝗉𝖾𝗇 ─── 𝒢𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦. 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿 𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌 ꒰ ✉️ ꒱ 𝓌𝘤 300 𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝖾𝗆 ⟡ ⌢ .    𝓌𝘢𝘳𝘯.  𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒'𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝗇 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝗈𝗋 + 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗈𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 ୨୧ 𝓇𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇 ／ 𝖫𝖨𝖡𝖱𝖠𝖱𝖸

𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘭𝘪𝘻 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗅𝖺𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗍 !! ><

HEESEUNG \ 희승

The towel in your hands barely makes it to your hair before Heeseung appears, his long fingers brushing against yours as he takes it. His lips twitch into a faint smile as he steps closer, unfolding the towel with a precise snap. Without a word, he drapes it over your head, the soft fabric settling around your shoulders like a comforting hug.  

“Sit here,” he murmurs, guiding you toward the edge of the bed. The mattress dips slightly under your weight as he kneels behind you, his knees pressing into the plush carpet.  

He starts by patting your hair gently, the rhythmic motions soothing against your scalp. Every so often, his knuckles graze your neck, sending a trail of warmth down your spine. You glance at his reflection in the mirror, catching the way his brows are slightly furrowed, his lips set in a determined line.  

“You’re really concentrating, huh?” you tease, watching the corners of his mouth curve upward slightly.  

“I want it to be perfect,” he replies, his tone light but genuine. Switching the towel for the hair dryer, he pauses, checking the settings before holding it at just the right angle. His fingers comb through your damp strands, separating them with care to ensure the heat reaches every section.  

The warmth from the dryer mingles with the heat of his hands, as you close your eyes, letting the steady hum lull you. He pauses briefly, smoothing a few stubborn tangles with his fingertips.  

“Almost done,” he says softly, his breath brushing against your ear. He clicks off the dryer and gently brushes your hair back over your shoulders. Leaning forward, he presses a soft kiss to your temple, his lips lingering for a moment before pulling away.  

“All set,” he whispers, smoothing your hair one last time. His smile reflects in the mirror, his eyes crinkling slightly as he catches your gaze. “Go get some rest. I’ll be there in a moment.”  

JAY \ 제이

You’re halfway through unscrewing the lid of your cleanser when Jay’s hand wraps around yours, his grip warm but firm. He slides the bottle out of your grasp, setting it back on the counter with care. “Let me,” he says, his voice steady but soft, almost a question rather than a command.  

You blink at him, but his calm gaze and the faint curl of his lips make it hard to argue. With a slight tilt of his head, he motions for you to sit on the stool near the sink.  

Jay pumps a small amount of cleanser into his hand, rubbing it between his palms to warm it up. The scent of your cleanser fills the air as he steps closer, his fingers brushing lightly against your jaw as he tilts your head up. “Close your eyes,” he murmurs, his tone gentle but certain.  

The first touch of his fingertips against your skin is cool, but his careful, circular motions quickly warm it. He moves slowly, meticulously covering every inch of your face, his thumbs gliding over your cheeks and forehead. 

A quiet hum escapes him, almost like he’s lost in thought as he works. Occasionally, his knuckles graze your temple, his touch tender. When he reaches your nose, he chuckles softly. “Hold still, or I’ll miss a spot.”  

You open one eye to find him smiling faintly, the soft light catching the sharp angles of his face. “What?” he asks, pausing mid-motion when he notices your stare.  

“Nothing,” you reply, lips twitching upward. “I appreciate your help.”  

He finishes by rinsing your face with a warm cloth, the heat soothing against your skin. After dabbing your face dry, he leans in, brushing a kiss across your forehead. “There,” he says, his voice low but full of satisfaction. “All done. You look perfect.”  

JAKE \ 제이크

The sound of running water barely masks Jake’s footsteps as he appears behind you, his reflection in the mirror catching your eye. His hand reaches out, stilling yours before you can grab your moisturizer. “Hey,” he says softly, his smile easy and warm. “Let me do it tonight.”  

You hesitate, the familiar weight of responsibility tugging at you, but he’s already stepping closer, his fingers curling gently around your wrist. “Trust me,” he adds, his eyes crinkling slightly as he takes the bottle from your grasp.  

“Sit,” he gestures toward the edge of the bed. His tone is playful, but there’s something about the way he moves—steady and confident—that makes you comply.  

Jake kneels in front of you, squeezing a dollop of moisturizer onto his fingertips. He glances up, his brows slightly raised as if asking for your approval. When you nod, he starts with your cheeks, his hands warm as they glide over your skin.  

The faint scent of vanilla wafts between you, mixing with the quiet rhythm of his breathing. His thumbs move in slow, circular motions, pausing occasionally to smooth out an area he thinks needs extra care. “This is nice,” he says quietly, his voice almost a whisper.  

“Yeah?” you reply, your eyes half-closed.  

“Yeah,” he murmurs, his gaze flicking briefly to meet yours. There’s a softness in his expression, a quiet focus that makes your chest tighten.  

When he finishes, he leans forward, brushing a kiss to the corner of your lips. His hands linger on your jaw for a moment before he pulls back, his grin returning. “You’re glowing,” he says, tapping your nose lightly.  

You laugh, swatting at his hand. “All thanks to you, huh?”  

“Of course,” he replies, standing and stretching. “Now, let me tuck you in.”  

SUNGHOON \ 성훈

The bathroom is quiet except for the gentle hum of the hair dryer. Sunghoon stands behind you, his tall frame outlined in the mirror. His left hand holds the dryer, while his right gently parts sections of your hair with his fingers, each movement precise and careful.  

He works methodically, starting at the roots and moving down to the tips. His hand grazes your neck occasionally, his touch light but lingering. You glance at his reflection, noticing the way his brows knit together in concentration, his lips pressed into a thoughtful line.  

“Are you always this focused?” you tease, your voice cutting through the low whir of the dryer.  

He meets your gaze in the mirror, his expression softening into a faint smile. “I don’t want to miss a spot,” he replies, his tone casual but his actions speaking volumes.  

Once he’s satisfied with the top layers, he switches the dryer to a cooler setting, his fingers sifting through the ends to ensure they’re dry. The warmth from the dryer fades, but his hands linger, brushing your hair over one shoulder.  

“There,” he murmurs, setting the dryer aside. His fingers gather your hair, twisting it into a loose braid. You watch him work, his movements fluid yet gentle, as if he’s done this a thousand times before.  

When he finishes, he leans over your shoulder, his lips brushing softly against your temple. “Perfect,” he whispers, his voice barely audible.  

He steps back, catching your gaze in the mirror. “All set,” he says, his smile returning. “Now go rest. You look beautiful.”  

SUNOO \ 선우

The faint scent of lavender lingers in the air as Sunoo pads into the room, a cotton pad and your favorite toner in hand. You’re sitting cross-legged on the bed, rubbing your temples after a long day, when he nudges your knee with his.  

“Close your eyes,” he says softly, crouching beside you. His voice is light, but his movements are steady, purposeful.  

You do as he asks, feeling the cool touch of the toner against your skin a moment later. Sunoo’s hands are gentle, his fingers brushing against your jaw as he dabs the cotton pad across your cheeks and forehead.  

The room is quiet except for the faint rustling of fabric as he shifts closer. His thumbs pause at your temples, moving in small, soothing circles. “This helps, right?” he asks, his tone barely above a whisper.  

You hum in response, leaning into his touch. He smiles, though you don’t see it, the warmth in his expression evident in the way his hands linger.  

When he finishes, he sets the cotton pad aside and reaches for your moisturizer. “One more step,” he murmurs, squeezing a small amount onto his fingertips.  

His touch is even lighter this time, spreading the cream with careful precision. He leans in as he smooths it over your nose, brushing a soft kiss against your forehead before pulling back.  

“All done,” he says, his smile evident in his voice. “Now, no more worrying. You’re in good hands tonight.”  

JUNGWON \ 정원

You’re about to unscrew the lid of your toner when Jungwon steps in, his hand gently wrapping around yours. “Let me,” he says, his voice calm but firm. The corners of his mouth tug upward in a soft smile as he takes the bottle from your grasp.  

“Sit here,” he says, motioning toward the chair near your vanity. He grabs a cotton pad, pouring just the right amount of toner onto it before turning to face you.  

You watch as he kneels in front of you, his knees pressing into the carpet. He tilts your chin up with a gentle touch, the pad cool against your skin as he starts dabbing it along your jawline.  

His movements are steady, his brows furrowed slightly as he works. “Tell me if I’m too rough,” he says quietly, though his touch is nothing but soft.  

“You’re fine,” you reply, closing your eyes. The faint rustle of fabric fills the room as he shifts to reach your cheeks, his hand steady against your temple.  

When he finishes with the toner, he sets it aside and reaches for your serum. He applies it with the same care, his fingers moving in small, circular motions to ensure it absorbs evenly.  

“Perfect,” he says under his breath, almost to himself. His hand lingers on your cheek for a moment before he leans forward, brushing a kiss against your forehead.  

“You work too hard,” he murmurs, his voice low but filled with warmth. “Let me take care of you more often.”  

RIKI \ 니키

Ni-ki snatches the brush from your hand, twirling it between his fingers with a grin. “I’ve got this,” he says, motioning for you to sit on the bed.  

You raise an eyebrow but comply, sitting cross-legged as he kneels behind you. “Don’t mess it up,” you warn, though your tone is more playful than serious.  

“Trust me,” he replies, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He starts brushing through your damp hair, his movements surprisingly gentle.  

His fingers occasionally graze your scalp as he works, the brush gliding smoothly through the strands. “You have nice hair,” he says casually, his voice softening.  

“Thanks to you?” you tease, glancing over your shoulder.  

“Obviously,” he shoots back, leaning forward slightly. The warmth of his breath brushes against your neck, and you feel his hands pause briefly before resuming.  

When he finishes brushing, he gathers your hair over one shoulder, his fingers working deftly to twist it into a loose braid. Leaning closer, he presses a quick kiss to your shoulder, his grin evident in the mirror.  

“All done,” he says, sitting back on his heels. “You’re lucky to have me.”  

[cupidhoons]

( 정원 ) ⎯⎯ 𝒹𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝒸𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝓅𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵 ⊹ 𝗂𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 . . . 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗉 𝖺 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗋 ₍ ᐢ..ᐢ ₎

𐙚˙⋆.˚ 𝖿! 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 x 𝗒𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗃𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗐𝗈𝗇 ─── 𝒢𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦. 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗋𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝖽𝗆𝗂𝗋𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗅 ꒰ ✉️ ꒱ 𝓌𝘤 1k ⟡ ⌢ .    𝓌𝘢𝘳𝘯.  𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗇 𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗏𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾 + 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗈𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 ୨୧ 𝓇𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇 ／ 𝖫𝖨𝖡𝖱𝖠𝖱𝖸

𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘭𝘪𝘻 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗀𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗀𝗌 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 :0

JUNGWON WAS NEVER ONE TO CATCH FEELINGS.

For as long as he could remember, his days were neatly organized—study sessions, class president duties, and moments stolen for himself in the form of quiet reading or walks home from school. He’d see his classmates pair up, blush over handwritten notes, and giggle in the hallways, and it all seemed like an unnecessary distraction.  

That is, until the third week of English class.  

It started innocently enough. Mrs. Choi had announced a group activity, and he was partnered with you. He remembered the way you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear as you studied the prompt, your eyebrows knitting together in concentration. You’d tilted your head slightly, a small smile forming as an idea struck you.  

“Okay, what about this?” you asked, leaning toward him to share your thoughts.  

The warmth in your voice and the spark in your eyes caught him off guard. He wasn’t supposed to notice things like that—how the sunlight streaming through the window framed your face, or how you spoke with an ease that made him feel lighter somehow.  

And then, there was the way you laughed.  

He’d said something awkward, something he barely remembered, but you laughed—a soft, genuine sound that filled the space between you. It wasn’t loud or attention-seeking. It was the kind of laugh that stayed with him, lingering in his chest long after the bell rang.  

Jungwon couldn’t stop noticing you after that. The way you absentmindedly twirled your pen during lectures. How you always greeted the shyest students in class, making them feel included. How you chewed on your bottom lip when you were deep in thought. It all became part of the quiet melody that played in his mind whenever you were around.  

At first, he tried to ignore it. He didn’t have time for distractions, especially not ones as all-consuming as you. But every time he told himself to focus, his gaze drifted back to you.  

So here he was, months later, standing in the dimly lit hallway after school with a note clutched tightly in his hand.  

---

The hallway was nearly empty now, safe from the distant echoes of laughter and the shuffle of footsteps from students lingering in other parts of the building. Jungwon stood a few lockers away from yours, the small, folded square of paper in his hand feeling heavier than it should.  

Just slip it in and walk away, he told himself, his heart racing in defiance of the plan.  

He approached your locker, glancing down at the note in hand one last time. He hesitates a bit, taking a deep breath before sliding the note into the gap of your locker. Though, just as he turned to leave, a voice called out behind him.  

“Jungwon?”  

His body stiffened, heat rising to his face as he turned to see Karina standing a few feet away. She tilted her head, her expression a mix of curiosity and mischief.  

“What are you doing here?” she asked, though the smirk on her lips suggested she already knew.  

“Uh, nothing,” Jungwon stammered, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Just… walking by.”  

Karina crossed her arms, clearly unconvinced. “Right. So you didn't just slip a love note into Y/N’s locker just now?”  

His jaw dropped, and for a moment, he could only gape at her. “I—no! It’s not like that!”  

“Sure, sure,” Karina said, her smirk widening. “Your secret’s safe with me… for now.”  

Before he could protest further, she turned on her heel and disappeared down the hallway, leaving him alone once more.  

---

The next day, you were sitting in homeroom, skimming through your notes for an upcoming quiz, when Karina slid into the seat beside you.  

“So,” she began, her voice brimming with excitement.  

You glanced at her warily. “What now?”  

“Guess who I caught slipping a love note into your locker yesterday.”  

You raised an eyebrow. “Please don’t say Mr. Kim from the cafeteria again.”  

“Nope,” she said, her grin growing wider. “It was Jungwon.”  

Your pen froze mid-sentence. “Jungwon? Like class president, everyone's favorite boy Jungwon?”

“Yup!” Karina confirmed. “I caught him red-handed putting a note in your locker yesterday.”

You blinked, trying to process her words. “I don't get it. Why would Jungwon, out of all people, leave a note for me?”

“Because he likes you!” Karina said.

You frowned, shaking your head. “That doesn’t make any sense. Jungwon barely talks to me.”  

“Maybe he’s shy,” Karina teased. “Or maybe you’re just blind to how much he stares at you during class.”  

You rolled your eyes. “I’ll believe it when I see it.”  

“Fine,” She said, leaning back in her chair. “Then catch him in the act.”  

---

That afternoon, you stayed behind after school, hiding just around the corner from your locker. The hallway was eerily quiet now, the chatter of students replaced by the faint hum of fluorescent lights. You held your breath as you waited, your pulse quickening with every passing second.  

And then, there he was.  

Jungwon walked toward your locker, glancing around nervously. His hand trembled slightly as he slipped a folded piece of paper through the slot.  

“Jungwon?”  

He froze, his head snapping up to meet your gaze. His eyes widened in panic, his face turning redder with each passing moment.  

“Y-Y/N,” he stammered, his voice barely audible.  

You stepped closer, holding up the note he’d left the day before. “You’re my secret admirer?”  

For a moment, he looked like he wanted to run. Then he sighed, shoulders slumping as he nodded. “Yeah. I am.”  

You studied him, your heart softening at the sight of his nervous expression. “Why didn’t you just tell me?”  

“I didn’t think you’d feel the same way.” he admitted, avoiding your gaze. 

A small smile tugged at your lips. “You know, you’re not as subtle as you think.”  

His head shot up, hope flickering in his eyes. “Does that mean…?”  

“It means,” you said, stepping closer, “you could’ve just talked to me. But I guess this works too.”  

Jungwon’s face lit up with a tentative smile. “So… lunch tomorrow? With me?”  

You nodded, warmth spreading through your chest. “I’d like that.”  

[cupidhoons]

( 성훈 ) ⎯⎯ 𝒹𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝓀𝘪𝘴𝘴 ⊹ 𝗂𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 . . . 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝗋 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 ₍ ᐢ..ᐢ ₎

𐙚˙⋆.˚ 𝖿! 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 x 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝗌𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗇 ─── 𝒢𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦. 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿 𝗇𝗈𝗇 - 𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗅 ꒰ ✉️ ꒱ 𝓌𝘤 473 ⟡ ⌢ .    𝓌𝘢𝘳𝘯.  𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗎𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 + 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗈𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 ୨୧ 𝓇𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇 ／ 𝖫𝖨𝖡𝖱𝖠𝖱𝖸

𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘭𝘪𝘻 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗒 𝖻𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗁𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝖺𝗏𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗒 >< 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗒 𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗁𝖾

THE TENSION IN THE AIR WAS THICK. It was as if the whole world had stopped right before Sunghoon’s eyes. He looks at your drunken figure on the couch, giggling constantly  as he tries to process what you had said. 

“Truth or dare?” you say, your voice a bit slurred but laced with a playful tone. Your cheeks were flushed with a warm, inviting hue, thanks to the effects of the drinks.

“Dare,” 

“I dare you to kiss me,” You look at him with a playful expression. You stifle a laugh, Sunghoon’s expression completely changed in a matter of seconds.

“What?” he managed to stammer, his voice barely audible over the pounding of his heart.

“Kiss me,” You repeat, whispering as you lean closer to his face. His blue button-up shirt was dishevelled, a few buttons undone, revealing just a hint of his collarbone. The disarray somehow made him even more attractive. 

You wanted him.

Perhaps that was why you requested to play 10 rounds of truth or dare—with a few drinks, of course. Though, you knew you wanted to kiss him even before the alcohol entered your system. The game only gave you the push you needed to act on it. 

“Hooooon! I’m waiting!” You called out, giggling uncontrollably at the look of astonishment on his face. His eyes were wide, speechless at your words. 

Sunghoon’s heart raced, a mixture of confusion yet excitement flashed on his face. He glanced at the empty glass sat on the table, then at you. The alcohol made you bolder, but the sincerity in your eyes said otherwise. 

He leaned in, his fingers trembling as he brushed a stray hair out of your face. 

“Are you sure?” Sunghoon asks, his voice barely more than a breath. His gaze locked onto yours, his eyes searching for any sign that this was a joke or a fleeting whim.

You nod slowly, a playful smirk tugging at your lips. “Really sure.” 

He sucks in a deep breath, slowly closing the distance between you, his hands slightly shaking as they cup your face. 

As he leaned in, your eyes fluttered shut in anticipation. His lips brushed against yours softly at first, exploring the unfamiliar sensation. The kiss deepened, and Sunghoon's grip tightened, pulling you closer. The world around you seemed to dissolve, leaving just the two of you in that electric moment.

When you finally pulled away, both of you were breathless, eyes locked with beating hearts. Sunghoon's face was flushed, and his gaze softened as he looked at you, searching nervously for any sign of regret.

“Was that okay?”

You smiled, your cheeks still rosy from the mix of alcohol and emotion. “It was more than okay.”

Sunghoon’s lips curled into a relieved grin. “Good,” he said, his fingers lingering on your face before he slowly pulled away.