The sun dipped low, casting a warm, golden glow over the quiet clearing where you and Soobin sat side by side on an old log. Crickets chirped softly in the background, filling the comfortable silence that had settled between you. Your conversation had long since faded, replaced by a serene stillness that felt… easy.

You reached into your pocket and pulled out a small tube of lip balm, twisting off the cap before gliding it over your lips. The faint, sweet scent of blueberry drifted in the air.

Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Soobin watching you, his head tilted slightly.

“What’s that?” His voice was soft, curious.

“Lip balm,” you replied, holding up the tiny tube.

He leaned a little closer, eyes narrowing in playful intrigue. “What flavor?”

“Blueberry,” you said, smiling at the faint spark of mischief lighting up his gaze. “Why?”

A grin tugged at his lips, slow and teasing. He leaned closer still, close enough that your shoulders brushed. “Can I try some?”

You blinked, caught off guard, but the answer came easily: “Of course.”

Before you could even hand him the tube, Soobin closed the gap between you, pressing his lips gently against yours. The kiss was soft and fleeting, but it sent a shiver down your spine and left your cheeks warm.

When he pulled back, a playful smirk lingered on his face. “Yeah,” he said casually, voice smooth and teasing. “It tastes good.”