Su-ho was sitting sideways on your chair, one leg stretched out, the other hooked loosely under the seat, scrolling through his phone with a lazy expression. Every now and then he smirked at something on the screen, completely at ease.

You set your phone on the shelf across the room, angling it carefully so it faced the open space near the bed.

He didn’t notice.

“Su-ho,” You called out.

“Mm?” He answered without looking up.

“Can you do something for me?”

That made him glance at you immediately, curiosity lighting in his eyes. “Depends. Is it weird?”

“Just stand up.”

He raised an eyebrow but pushed himself to his feet, stretching his arms slightly. “All right,” He said. “Now what are you planning?”

“Raise your arms.”

He blinked once. “My arms?..Why?” His hands already moving up, but his brows were furrowing.

“Just do it.”

He stared at you for a second, clearly suspicious now, but there was a faint, amused smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “You’re definitely up to something,” He said, but he lifted both arms anyway, stretching them loosely above his head. “Like this?”

“Yes. And don’t move.”

“That makes it more suspicious,” He said, but he didn’t lower them.

You stepped closer, close enough to see the curiosity in his gaze sharpening.

“What are you---”

You leaned in and kissed him.

For a split second, he froze---not stiffly, but in surprise, like he hadn’t expected you to close the distance that quickly.

Then he reacted.

His arms dropped almost immediately, one hand settling at your waist, the other sliding to the back of your neck, pulling you closer without hesitation as he kissed you back. There was nothing slow about the way he melted---if anything, it was quick and instinctive, like flipping a switch.

Typical.

The kiss deepened naturally, warm and confident, and the way he held you was firm but careful, like he wasn’t going to let you pull away easily.

When you tried to pull back to breathe, he chased your lips for a second more.

But by the time you actually managed to pull back, his eyes were already open, watching you with that knowing look.

“…What was that?” He asked, voice quiet but amused.

You tilted your head toward the phone across the room.

His gaze followed, and the moment he understood, his mouth curved into a crooked smile.

“You were timing me?”

“Maybe.”

He let out a soft laugh, shaking his head. “And how long did I last?”

“Not even one second.”

“That’s embarrassing,” He said, but he didn’t sound embarrassed at all.

Instead, his hand tightened slightly at your waist, pulling you a little closer again, his expression softening just a fraction.

“Then you should probably try again,” He said casually. “For accuracy.”

"Maybe I can do better," He added, like he needed to actually convince you.

You laughed, but he was already leaning in, kissing you again like the result didn’t matter in the slightest---and like he already knew he’d lose the test every time.