park sunghoon has always had a sweet tooth.

it's not really a secret-the way he'd act calm, pretending he's 'just curious" about a box of donuts or a bag of jellybeans laying around inside one of the other member's dorm. except when nobody's looking, his fingers already reach for the powdered sugar. and when he turns around, his lips are tinged with the dusting of sweetness but he acts stupidly oblivious when somebody asks why the box is half-empty.

you complain about it first.

"ugh, my lips are so dry." you mutter, your lips constantly chapped even after reapplying the same lip balm for the one-hundredth time. dead skin pokes your tongue softly when you lick your lips. you fish through your bag, grabbing a slim tube of lip gloss. sunghoon's sitting there, scrolling on his phone and barely paying attention. you twist the tube open.

the smell hits instantly.

it's sweet, it's sticky, it's artificial. the type of pink sugar sweetness you can only find at fairs or amusement parks-it looks like colorful clouds and melts the second it meets your tongue.

sunghoon blinks. "what-what's that?"

"new lipgloss, bought it like a day or two ago." you say dryly, swiping the applicator across your lips. it leaves behind a glossy shine-smacking your lips together almost irritatingly so. "kinda regret buying the cotton candy one. smells gross, right?" gross is not really the best word to use-it's dizzying, the air heavy with overdone sweetness. he inhales deeply, really getting that flavour inside his senses.

you've constantly teased him about hoarding the chocolates in the pantry or never saying no to dessert... but he looks at you differently, like he wants you instead of the candies he's usually obsessed with.

"hoon, you're staring." you laugh, trying to stifle the atmosphere-but your voice falters when you meet his intense gaze once more. he clears his throat, realizing he was zoning off at your pretty pink lips. "agh...sorry, it just smells... smells a little strong."

"yeah, i know. probably shouldn't have bought it." you say with a downturned smile, rummaging through your bag.

he realizes you're most likely trying to find something to wipe it off with. he panics internally. "don't." the word slips out sharper than he means, and your brows lift up slightly. "i mean- it doesn't smell bad. just... sweet."

you hum, leaning back against the couch. "tastes sweet too." and god, you don't know what you're doing to him when you say it so carelessly like that. sunghoon grips his phone tighter and his posture stiffens. his eyes keep gliding to your mouth, shiny... sticky... pink- he's so desperate to know what it feels like, hell, tastes like. you notice, of course, you always notice. "you wanna try it out or something?" the corners of your lips twitch into a little smirk.

you meant it as a joke, not something to be taken seriously. you don't expect him to answer but you see his throat bob and jaw tighten. "sunghoon?" you breathe, half-teasing-half-serious.

"c'mere." he looks at you all intensely, his voice at a lower register than normal. before you can even react, he's leaning in-one hand at the back of the couch and the other sliding to the side of your jaw. the first second is just testing it out, but when the real taste kicks in... he kisses you more hungry, more desperate. it's sickly sweet, said spun sugar dissolving on his tongue. who cares about candy when he has his girlfriend here who can give him the same experience?