it happened so quickly that hyeongjun almost thought he’d imagined it. you’d leaned over, just for a second, and pressed a feather-light kiss to his cheek before darting away like you’d stolen something precious. he froze, the warmth of your lips still lingering, burning faintly against his skin. his heart raced, his mind replaying the moment over and over like a song he couldn’t stop humming.

the rest of the day, he couldn’t focus. every time someone spoke to him, his hand unconsciously drifted to his cheek, his fingers hovering over the spot as if afraid to disturb the memory. his friends teased him endlessly—his red ears, his goofy grin, the way he refused to let his hand rest anywhere else. “are you planning to never wash your face again?” jooyeon laughed, but hyeongjun just shrugged, too giddy to care.

later that night, alone in his room, he stood in front of the mirror, still brushing his fingers over the spot where your kiss had landed. he smiled to himself, the kind of smile that reached his eyes and made his heart feel full. “she kissed me,” he whispered, his voice filled with disbelief and joy. it wasn’t just a kiss; it was a tiny, perfect moment that he wanted to keep forever.