“Stop looking at me with those eyes.” Heeseung groans and clenches his fists by his side.

“Please, Heeseung..” You take his hands and wrap them around your waist. “But you’re too young..” He brushes his thumb across your bottom lip. “It aches, hee..” You give him your best puppy eyes. “Make it go away, please..”

“Jesus, what are you doing to me?” He pressed you against the wall.

When his fingers slip beneath the band of your shorts, you know you won.