It’s late, and Jisung, feeling the effects of the drinks he’s had, pulls out his phone, a confident grin spreading across his face. He scrolls through his contacts, stopping when he sees your name. He types out a message, his words scrambled up and messy due to all the alcohol he drank.

“I can’t stp thnking abt uuuu. I need u here with me. I wanna feel u presd against me. Come on don’t keep me waiting.just come overr”

With a mischievous smirk, he hits send, fully aware of the implications but too carefree to care. Moments later, he collapses onto the couch, a sense of excitement bubbling within him as he waits for your response, knowing he’s just stirred things up.