it's not like you didn't know what you was getting into. you knew very well but there was something about sunghoon that made you ignore how much the end of that summer would give you a broken heart. but until then it was worth continuing to climb over the fence of the house, drive through the night to the sea and exchange kisses that tasted like nicotine and strawberry gum. sunghoon was a poison you chose to drink as long as he continued to keep you in his arms for a few more moments.

“your nose is cold.”

sunghoon said after another kiss and then smiled in that way that made you weak in the knees. it was silent inside his car that smelled exactly like him and that would stay with you even when you arrived home.