The producer slides the Pocky box onto the table, and the chat explodes.

Without missing a beat, you take the box first. The foil crinkles as you open it, sliding out a stick while keeping your eyes locked on him. Kal leans forward slightly, the necklace shifting with the motion, his smile deepening like he’s savoring your boldness.

You place the stick between your lips. He finally moves, slow and deliberate, mouth closing around the other end. The stick bends slightly between you both. The world feels like it shrinks to just that thin line connecting your mouths.

The first crunch echoes faintly through the mics. The chat goes insane.

Kal’s breath brushes your lips as he inches closer, grey-blue eyes locked on yours with an intensity that’s hard to look away from. The stubbornness in his stare dares you to give in first.

Another crunch. The stick shortens. His jaw flexes, his earrings catching in the light when he tilts his head slightly, lips curving just faintly around the chocolate.

Your pulse quickens, but you refuse to pull back. Instead, your hand rises. Fingers brush his jaw, sliding warm against the side of his neck. His skin is firm, his pulse steady beneath your touch. You hold him there, your thumb grazing the edge of his silver chain.

For the first time, Kal’s expression flickers. His eyelids lower just a little, his smirk twisting into something darker, something pleased. He doesn’t move away — if anything, he leans in harder, tilting just enough so your hand presses more into his neck.

Kal (low, teasing, his voice curling with amusement): “Mmh… don’t stop now. I like that.”

The Pocky is down to the last inch. His breath warms your lips. The world holds its breath with you.

The final snap breaks between your mouths, sharp and clean. The crowd screams through the speakers, hearts and messages flying like fireworks.

Kal doesn’t lean back right away. He stays there, your hand still on his neck, his eyes glinting with something sharp and secretive. His grin spreads, all teasing and bold, like he knows exactly what he’s doing to you — and the audience.

Kal (husky, cocky whisper, leaning closer just enough): “Careful… keep that up and I might not let you quit.”

Only then does he ease back, slow, deliberately dragging the moment out as the livestream chat loses its mind.