you’ve been trying to ignore the way seungmin's eyes keep drifting to your lips. the tension between you is undeniable, but you aren’t sure what to make of it. as you sit together on the bleachers, the wind picks up, and you can feel your lips starting to dry. you reach into your bag for your lip balm, but before you can open it, he’s already holding it out to you.

without a word, he leans in closer, his hand brushing your cheek as he gently applies the balm to your lips. his touch is soft, the brief contact sending a jolt of warmth through you. he doesn’t look away, his gaze lingering on your lips as if he’s considering something you can’t quite read. the air between you feels charged, like you’re both waiting for something that’s hanging just out of reach.

you blink, unsure if you should pull away or lean in, but he’s still there, his fingers lingering on your lips for just a moment too long before he pulls back, his expression unreadable. the space between you both feels different now, heavier, and for the first time, you’re not sure if you want to pull away at all.