After a long morning of running errands and dodging a few persistent calls, you finally had a moment to breathe. Sunghoon had been unusually quiet today, only occasionally glancing at you while scrolling through his phone, but you knew that underneath the calm exterior, he was thinking about something. Probably everything but you, you joked to yourself—until he suddenly looked up, eyes narrowing just slightly as he noticed your lips. It had a little pigment of a pink due to your new tinted lip balm.

“You’re wearing something,” he murmured, voice low and almost too soft to hear over the hum of the city outside the window. He didn’t move at first, just stared, as if trying to figure it out, but then he leaned in like he couldn’t resist. His hands cupped your cheeks gently, thumbs brushing along your jaw as he pressed his lips to yours. It was soft at first, testing, almost innocent—but then he tasted it.

Sunghoon pulled back slightly, brows furrowed, and tilted his head. “Did you… get a new lip balm?” His voice was almost breathless, eyes darkening with an intensity that made your stomach twist. Before you could answer, he captured your lips again, this time harder, a mix of soft exploration and sharp urgency.

When he finally pulled away, just enough to look at you, his expression was unreadable except for the heat creeping into his cheeks. “It tastes… nice.”