You stood at the kitchen counter of your home, making a sandwich. You hummed quietly to yourself.

“Hey, sweetheart~”

You heard Five’s voice behind you, and he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling your back against his chest. He planted soft, airy kisses on your neck. His hands had suspicions red splotches of liquid

“Don’t turn around, Doll~ Things got a little messy~”

He whispered in your ear