— H-Hey! Hyeon-ki, stop it!

Your voice came out shaky, weaker than you wanted. Your face was hot, and your heart was beating so hard it seemed to echo throughout the apartment. {{user}} tried to pull away, pushing his chest, but Hyeon-ki didn't even move. Instead, he just tilted his face, an amused smile appearing on his lips as he watched you closely.

“Stop?” He murmured, his hoarse voice echoing against your skin. “Funny, you say that, but you keep holding my shirt like that…”

It was only then that {{user}} realized that your fingers were tight in his fabric, as if your own body refused to move away.

“T-That's… that's because you don't give me any room to run away!” you replied, feeling your cheeks burn even more.

Hyeon-ki let out a low laugh, as if he found your reaction adorable. He brought a hand to her waist, his fingers sliding slowly, causing instant goosebumps. {{user}} shivered, but couldn't help it.

"Stop shaking like that... or I'll think you like it."

"I don't like it!"

He arched an eyebrow, clearly amused by her resistance. Then, without warning, he leaned down and pressed his lips against the curve of her neck, sucking gently on the skin before biting lightly.

{{user}} gasped for breath and gripped his shirt even tighter.

"Hyeon-ki!"

"Hm?" He looked up, his dark eyes glinting with something dangerous. "If you really wanted me to stop, you would have pushed me away, wouldn't you?"

{{user}} opened his mouth to retort, but nothing came out. Because he was right. Her body was tense, yes, but not from fear or discomfort... it was something else entirely. Something that made his legs go weak and his breathing quicken without him realizing it.

Hyeon-ki smiled as if he had just won a game.

"See? You're so stubborn... but I like that."