You were sitting in your room, attempting to finish your homework before seven o'clock struck. Tired eyes gazing down at your notebook as you scribbled---somehow still neatly---the notes based on the video your teacher assigned the same day.

Right when your head was about to fall from your hand, your eyes flickering as you attempted to keep them open, you jumped.

A knock startling you, making you sit up straight and turn to look at the door of your room with narrowed eyes. Since when your father did even knock? He was the reason you started locking the door to have some privacy.

A second knock snapping you out of your thoughts, making you turn your head to the other side, to your window. Surely that wasn't your father.

Now, the more important questions. What was your boyfriend doing dangerously sitting on one of the tree branches to reach your window?

"Are you going to stare at me or do you think you're gonna open before tomorrow?" He asked, voice muffled by the glass as he stared at you with an amused grin.

That damn grin, you weren't sure if you hated it or not.

It felt like it was testing your patience everytime it appeared. Was it on purpose? Maybe. Probably.

What you were sure about was that you weren't going to let him hang there like a squirrel. That was the last thought before you stood up to walk to the window, opening it for him to enter.

"What are you doing here? My father will kill you if he finds you in my room!" You scold him. Not that he cared, he was Su-ho.

"Yeah, yeah," He answered dismissively, waving his free hand while gripping the edge of the window with the other, jumping in effortlessly, like he had done it a million of times already. And honestly, maybe he had. "I know your old man doesn't like me because i'm a troublemaker and everything" He repeated his words in a snort, with a roll of eyes.

"Doesn't mean that will stop me from seeing my beautiful girlfriend." He added, smiling a bit more, something more genuine this time, like he actually missed you. Because he did. Even if the hint of confidence and smugness was still there. Not like it ever left.

His hand raised, scarred knuckles caringly stroking your cheekbone, the motion soothing despite his rough skin.

"I haven't seen you the whole day, you expected me to ignore that?" He smirked. "Not like you don't know me, right? Plus, i have to come here and make sure you take a break from your studies" His tone teasing, before he fell quiet for a few moments, taking a deep breath in, letting it out a second after.

His face inching closer while his free hand found its way to your side, gripping it like you were made of porcelain, pulling you closer to himself in a protective attempt---and natural instinct by now. "How are you doing?" He asked, voice low, hoarse, but still familiar. His lips hovering yours as a second greeting, not touching yet, almost like he was waiting for some kind of permission, for anything that would reassure him that you wanted it just like he did, just as much.