TALK TO ME, 或 𓈒𓈒 Pick Up Lines On You.

𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐌𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐌𝐄 !

“your lips, my lips apocalypse”

— synopsis : you ask them to do this challenge with you

ft. enhypen members, fluff, cuss word

ENJOY MY BABYS

HEESEUNG : looks you dead in the eye and says “do whatever you want” so you do it, you climb on top of him on the bed that he laid, put on the reddest lipstick you can find and kissed his whole face and neck “you look like a mess” he looked at you as he paused the kdrama he was watching, opens his camera and looks at himself “a hot one” he ain’t wrong.

JAY : “sure but i get to pick the color and apply it on you” proceeds to pick his favorite color and applies it on your lips “i love having this color lipstick stain on me, it really suits me” that’s it, you lost it and kissed him so hard all over, he might have suffocated(?) nonetheless, best experience of his life. thanks people for starting the trend “see it does suites me” smiles as he cuddles you.

JAKE : a 100% yes this man just blanks out, would do anything to have kisses all over the face, sits all giddy and excited as you smooch his whole face, at last he can’t take it anymore and tackles you off the sofa smooch you all over, you both are a laughing mess on the ground “okay now do it with another color let’s make a rainbow”

SUNGHOON : “so i get to ruin you lipstick” boi what🧍gives the most cringed smirk you have seen “what do you mean” looks at you and says “you know that quote from marilyn monroe about how a man should ruin a women’s lipstick and not her mascara” at this point you don’t know if he joking or if he is just dumb “sunghoon i’m ruining my own lipstick, you ain’t shit” looks at you like you have challenged him for his life “get over here and kiss me or else i will” just like that you both had a fist fight and then kisses in a repeated cycle

SUNOO : “whats it about?” he looked genuinely so lost when you showed him the tiktok “i kiss your whole face with a lipstick on” trying his hardest to comprehend “wouldn’t that ruin your lipstick”— “yeah sunoo it will but-” takes the lipstick from you and looks at your eyes “can i put it on instead and kiss you” shit 😭 he is cute you almost had a heart attack “sure sunoo here let me apply” puckered his lips and then after that covered your whole face with kisses and gave you the most ridiculously radiant smile you have ever seen

JUNGWON : “okay but give me the lipstick” dumb decision, you thought he might apply the lipstick on himself and kiss you but turns out he pinned you on the sofa and colored your whole with the lipstick like a crayon and then has the balls to laugh at you because you looked like a ‘pepperoni’ , you didn’t talk to him until he went on his knee and apologized a 100 times xoxo.

NIKI : too excited, like over the top, his feet are not on the ground anymore, honestly you thought he is going to be super sassy about it and deny but he is totally different “can you use the pink one please” sure niki😭 anything for you, extends his face towards you so you have a better excess “on the neck too please babes” he says as he exposes the neck for you to attack, damn niki you are too into it anyways after that he took like 500 pictures and had it as a wallpaper for an embarrassingly long time, he just likes flexing “i look beautiful, kiss me often with lipstick”

damn, I also actually need a Sim Jaeyun to smooch me rn 💔

lipbalm ━━ ( sjy ) .

synopsis: a kiss to change your mind 🥥 warnings! skinship ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ © jjunae

'are you listening?,' jake whined, prodding your arm with his toe. you both were in your dorm, you at your desk (attempting to study), while jake lay sprawled out on your bed. truth be told, the entire situation that was unraveling was your fault. you'd promised him a date, but instead, made him wait while you finished last-minute assignments.

'yes jake, i'm listening,' you murmured, flipping over the pages of your answer-sheets.

'when are we going to leave?,' he grumbled, sitting up straight with a jump.

'just a few more minutes, baby,' you soothingly said, to which he groaned loudly.

'you said that 30 minutes ago! i really think you need a break. we should go out, get some ice cream, walk around, and then you can come back and finish whatever's left,' he suggested, and you sighed, twirling the pencil to-and-fro between your fingers.

'i only have one question remaining, just give me a minute, yeah?,' you assured, but he shook his head.

'yn, it's obvious you're not getting any work done. you look overwhelmed, let's go out,' he said, as he slid off your bed, and tugged at your hand.

'babe, i'm literally-,' you tried, but stopped midway as you felt his lips smashed against yours. foul move, you thought, since he knew well that you were a sucker for his smooches. the taste of his lips made you fondly remember his excitement when he showed you his squirtle-shaped lipbalm, leading to a smile spreading across your face.

'get up, we're leaving,' he announced after quickly pulling away, efficiently dragging you from your seat, all the while a goofy smile lingered on your face.

'yeah... yeah okay, let's go.'

[ 3:23 PM ] — with your head on jay's shoulder as you read your book, his arm around your waist as you two lay on the hammock, jay's other arm serves as an extra pillow under his head as he looks around. he softly sighs, contented here right now with you. he knows you two would have to go back soon, but he can't help but wish to stay here with you forever.

jay shifts on his position, putting another arm over your stomach as he rests his cheek on top of your head. "you bored, honey?" you softly ask, looking up at him through your lashes as your one hand brush up and down against his arm.

"no," jay says, brushing his finger against the sticky note flags that were pasted on the pages of your book. he really wasn't, in fact, he never felt more at peace. "have you read this before?"

jay knew of your habit to highlight some lines and put sticky note flags on them. you would even jot down notes when you have some thoughts. "yeah," you softly answer. "i've read this more than twice." you softly laugh and jay smiles.

he softly holds the book for you, reading as well. when he reaches the last word of the page, he would ask you if you're done. you couldn't help, but softly giggle at how cheesy and lowkey cringey you two are.

but you wouldn't trade this for anything in the world.

when jay flips a page, he can't help but look at the highlighted line right away. she didn't look nice. she looked like art, and art wasn't supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something. jongseong (although, he looked nice too). jay lightly smiles, his pointer finger lightly tracing the highlighted words.

you softly laugh, "i kind of highlight the lines that remind me of you."

"yeah?" jay says and you grab your bookmark, putting it on the page as you close the book and put it on the table beside the hammock. you turn around, hugging him by the waist and he places a kiss on your forehead. "i don't look nice, huh?" he teases.

"hey," you softly laugh. "i said that you look nice, too."

"you don't want to read anymore?" jay asks and you shake your head.

"you just want to see if i have more highlighted lines for you." you say and jay laughs.

"a little, yeah." he says and you smile, kissing his lips. "i kinda want to stay here forever with you, love." he mumbles against your lips as you lightly pull away.

"but just until sunday." you say with a light pout and jay softly laughs, nodding. "what do you say we come back next year?"

"i would love that." he smiles. that smile that does stupid things to you, yet you still love it so much.

"jongseong," you softly say. god, you love his name so much. and he loved it everytime you say it. "you make my reality so much better than fiction." you softly say, brushing his hair off his forehead.

"i love you."

"i love you, too."

— from this small thought lol. rbs, likes and comments/feedbacks are highly appreciated <3

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first impressions matter.

wc: 593

genre: highschool!au ; rich boy!jay ; fluff

feat. park jongseong ; 박종성

note: first drabble in a whiiiiile ahshhdh she’s been sitting in my drafts for a bit so i just cleaned her up and here she it >:0 i’m gonna work on putting out more one shots :D

your best friends, jimin and soojin, stood next to you, lightly nudging you with excitement about finally being able to see your boyfriend, park “he goes to another school” jongseong for the first time.

you’d talked non-stop about him ever since you two finally started dating after being childhood friends for so long that jimin and soojin knew him probably as well as you did. although, you did withhold some information about him from them, like his family life, his fortune, his livelihood. they’d only seen pictures of him on both of your social media accounts, on which he appeared as just a normal highschool boy.

they hadn’t met him yet, considering the fact that you ended up going to different highschools and your two excited friends around you were ones that you’d made during your first week of class. they simply had no prior knowledge of him before that.

your eyes glanced over the text you had sent to your boyfriend 10 minutes prior that read “please don’t tell me you’re coming in anything flashy." 

a text that he had left on read.

oh boy.

full disclosure, you loved your boyfriend dearly. you loved him past his wealth and flashiness and love to show off. 

as you waited at the front of your school for him to come by to pick you up, you scrolled through your previous text messages with him recounting your date plans for the night after you’d both gotten out of school. he told you he’d pick you up after your classes, and you obliged without thinking about the fact that your friends had never met your boyfriend before.

then, you saw it.

his ever so beautiful black and blue mclaren 720s.

you sighed heavily as you watched all eyes look toward the car. entire friend groups turned their heads to get a glance, eyes wide open, jaws dropped. your friends were just as amazed and you stood still, just staring at him as you heard them whisper around you.

"no way, who is that?”

“does he go to our school?”

“no way, that has to be someone’s parents.”

“that’s literally my dream car.”

if only you could capture a picture of their faces when the supercar pulled in front of the three of you and stopped.

he stepped out, making direct eye contact with you, dressed in black slacks and a button down, a bouquet of roses in hand.

“hi, darling, i hope i didn’t keep you waiting too long.”

jimin and soojin’s jaws dropped at the realization, and your cheeks heated up when you became aware of all the attention you were getting from everyone around you. you shook your head quickly and walked toward his car, reaching for the door handle.

he quickly made his way over to your side, intercepting your attempts to let yourself into his car, placing his own hand over the handle.

“let me, love."  

your best friends watched in amazement as the door opened upwards and he helped you step into the car, him closing it behind you and making his way to his side.

you glanced over at the girls, giving them a sheepish smile and wave through the window as they continued to stand there, stunned and speechless.

when you heard jay’s door close, you turned to him with a playfully angry look in your eyes.

"i thought i said not to come in anything flashy.”

“you did.” he started his car and revved the engine before driving off to begin your date night.

“but first impressions matter.”

121224 ♥︎ drunk tsukishima kei and his insistence of asking you why you love him.

it's already close to midnight when your husband of two years ask you all of a sudden. he's warm, and hazy with alcohol. you're absentmindedly treading your fingers through his soft hair, the floral scent from his shampoo is irresistible. you inhale slowly and plant a small kiss on his scalp.

"why do you love me?" his head buried on the slope between your neck and shoulder, breath a little warm that tingles your skin as he sigh through his nose. you feel his hold on your hip tighten, palm smoothing the crease on your shorts as he travels down to your thighs, giving it a loving squeeze.

you resist the urge to laugh in amusement. you hear your clock from the nightstand tick faintly, the low hum of the ac ebbing and flowing in the silence. you think about the myriad of ways you could respond, yet in all of them, no amount of words will ever reach its essence. no matter how you say it, it will never be enough.

instead, you ask him back, voice low as if you’re whispering, "what's not to love about you?"

he grumbles, and you can almost imagine the little pout surfacing his pretty lips, “do you want me to barf at your sappiness?”

“i’m serious.” you say as you fight a smile.

“prove it.”

“sorry?”

he finally looks at you, a long pause with slow blinking, his hand leaves your thigh, reaches up to brush his knuckles against your cheeks. the ring on his ring finger feels cold against your warm face, light catches gold—are you talking about the ring, or his eyes? maybe both?

you’re a little tipsy yourself. you might as well just kiss him right now because your mouth always fails you to shape your love in the form of words. you’re not eloquent enough to mold a perfect sculpture of sentences, you’re not capable of holding onto a voice but it’s ironic how you’re able to carry a weight of a ton of actions—and you think, maybe he doesn’t need you to be perfect with words.

maybe he just needs you to say it, you love him for all that he is.

you capture his hand, locking your fingers through the gaps and kissing it while holding your stare. such beautiful golden brown who only ever looks at you like this. you don’t want to look away, you want to keep him forever, like he’s a promise you love to keep.

you feign a scoff, “fine. if you want specifics. i love you because you give me challenges, the ones that pisses me off in a good way, the ones that make me a better person, the ones that make me think differently.”

“i love how you argue with me about the smallest things, like which way the toilet paper roll should go, just because you know it gets a rise out of me. i love the way you silently leave the last piece of your favorite snack for me, even though you act like you don’t care.”

“i love that you fold the laundry so badly on purpose just to get out of doing it, and how you mutter ‘you’re welcome’ when i fix it.” you see the slightest of twitch of his brows. guilty.

you rest both your intertwined hand on your chest, hoping he can feel your beating organ.

“i love how you complain about the dishes but still wash the ones i ‘accidentally’ leave in the sink. i love how you steal the blankets at night but always drape them back over me when you think i’m asleep. i love how you sigh every time i forget my keys but still wait by the door to hand them to me, no matter how late i’m running.”

“i love how you can be so stubborn and sharp with your words, but you never let the day end without sitting next to me, even if it’s in silence, just to make sure we’re okay. i love how, after a fight, you pretend to not-so-subtly leave fresh fruit cuts on the counter or let me pick the movie, even though you hate my choices.”

“you choose horror all the time.” he comments without thinking, and you chuckle.

“i love that you can’t handle it. because you can’t help but cling to me after.”

at this point, your voice wavers slightly, the memories tugging at your chest. “i love that, even when we hurt each other, you always find a way to show me you care. you never say it outright, but it’s in the way you stay. you always stay, kei.”

your voice soften as you look at him, his golden eyes searching yours with a quiet vulnerability. “is that good enough of a reason, kei?”

he was quiet for a moment, his expression unreadable, before scoffing softly. “you’re so dramatic.”

right as he bury himself in your scent, lips on your neck that inevitably makes you shiver, you can see his ears turn red—and you think it’s the alcohol, but maybe it’s also because of your sappy shitty monologue. maybe its both.

your head feels lighter, a pleasant buzz on your veins and a thudding heart that can’t quiet itself, maybe you want the world to know just how much you love this man— and to make it even more sappier, he’s your world. it should be obvious by now.

you are dramatic. “hehe, that’s why we’re here. that’s why you love me.”

ever since you became his highschool sweetheart, you didn’t change as much. at least, to his eyes, you remain the love he’s always wanted.

and the things you do to him, for him. leaves him drunk with want. your name on his lips sits like a prayer, a letter of promises forever to keep—committed to keep.

the ends of his lips curl into the faintest smirk, his blush deepening as he muttered, “maybe.”

after a few quiet shifts in position, you both comfortably settle in each other’s arms for the night. he closes his eyes and yet, he can still see you in perfect resolution, as if there’s a screen behind his eyelids. replaying the memories with your words ringing his ears.

he remembers his first kiss with you before he falls to sleep. saw your eyes glossy and glowing, he never told you this but, he wanted to marry you by then. wants you to give him that look everyday, wants your beginnings and your tomorrows.

and—oh, he already has it. huh. wow, he still can’t believe you love him after all these years.

© SOLVISUN 2024. thank you for reading!

zzz…

summary. getting out from taehyun’s grip in the morning is a mission impossible…

a/n. i luv him sm i just wanna hug him n squish his cheeks n kiss his nose help

as much as you would love to stay like this, you had to work. and so did your boyfriend.

but right now he was asleep, arm swung over yours as he pressed the side of his face into a pillow.

you could see his sleepy features, blonde hair covering his forehead. it was good to know that he was having the well deserved and needed rest but… you were trapped. and you really had to get up to work.

you tried to move out of his grip as gently as possible not to wake him up. there was no way you could just wriggle away so you grabbed his arm and tried to lift it up.

but taehyun just squeezed your arm and moved his hand to your waist, pulling you closer.

your eyes widened in horror because you really didn’t want to wake him up.

you allowed yourself to stay still for a second to check if he’s asleep. but his calm, regular breath just assured you that he held you closer unconsciously, in his sleep.

which made your stomach swirl with butterflies. oh, how you’d love to stay with him a little longer.

a sigh escaped your mouth as you tried to wriggle away, this time a bit stronger. as you thought you made it, you’ll be free…

"don’t go" his raspy, morning voice made you stop your movements.

"i have to…" you sighed, trying yet again.

but taehyun effortlessly squished the skin on your hips before moving you even closer, like you were his teddy bear. all the progress you made was lost and now there was no way you’ll be free.

"stay with me a bit longer" he murmured, eyes still closed.

taehyun moved his head a bit, fighting a yawn. you just sighed and scooted closer, burying your head underneath his chin.

"mkay but just a little bit" you mumbled, closing your eyes. it was so warm and fuzzy, you never wanted to leave.

especially when hyun hummed in approval, visibly happy and his fingers started softly brushing the skin on your hips in a soothing manner.

in a matter of seconds, you two were asleep again…

[ masterlist <3 ]

taglist: @geniejunn ,, @luvhyun3 ,, @starlostseungmin ,, @elviransworld ,, @jnks6r ,, @sieunsgf ,, @lhsng ,, @ethereallino

this man has my heart and soul.

just for you (p.js)

"i wanna get married." you say as you drown in the warmth of your boyfriend's embrace. the tv played soft noises in the background, as it's light illuminated his face, changing hues from time to time.

jay perks up at your statement.

"to whom?"

you laugh at his question. "who else? to my oh so loving boyfriend." you say as you eye him dreamily.

it was the absolute truth and you swore it came from the bottom of your heart. everything about jay was so dear to you. the way he looked at you, the way he held your hand oh so gently, the way he cooked your meals for you, pouring all his love into it. the way he spoke to you, the way he held you against his chest like you were everything to him. the way he would surprise you with little gifts at random times. "it's the little things that count, sweetheart." he would say.

the thought of spending your whole lifetime with such a perfect man by your side, giving you all the love in the world. it made you feel dizzy with happiness. there was nothing you wanted more than this.

"i think that's quite a huge long term plan, sweetheart." he spoke with a slight giggle.

"yes it is." you said, the smile on your face getting ever so bright. "but i think it's the only long term plan i have for my life."

jay's heart swelled. he utterly adored the way you said it. the smile on your face gave away all of your thoughts. he could read you clearly. he knew all about your silly thoughts of running away with him and living in a cottage in a little village. you've talked about it before.

and oh yes he remembers. he remembers every little thing you talk about and every tiny detail about you. it's his way of showing love. showing that you're being noticed, showing that you're being looked after, showing that he took interest in you, showing that he cared.

thinking about it, jay wanted to spend the rest of his life with you too. he loved you despite your imperfections. hell, he thought you were perfect. he loved how you always showed concern towards him. he loved how you appreciated the effort he puts into everything he does. he loves how you sense it when he's feeling down, and pull him into one of the softest hugs ever. "i will take away all of your worries baby" you'd say.

"does this mean i have to buy you a ring?" he says playfully and you narrow your eyes at him.

"is that what you inferred from what i've said?" you say pouting at him.

"i mean yes, but that also means i wanna get married to you too. so badly actually." he pressed his lips against yours, leaving a lingering peck, dripping with love.

moments like this, made you feel that this man was made just for you and you wouldn't trade him for the world.

my shayla ㅜㅜ

"so... how's work?"

you accidentally click the edge of your wine glass against your teeth as you tip it back, jarred by the strange question from the man standing at your side. you swallow the tiny mouthful of wine you manage to sip, turning to look at suna in bewilderment.

"work?" you ask him incredulously. "why are you asking me about work?"

suna rintarou doesn't care about what you do for work. truthfully speaking, you're not sure he even knows what you do for work—you certainly don't remember ever telling him, and the memory would stand out quite starkly considering all you ever seem to do when you run into him is bicker with him uselessly.

suna is a friend of a friend. or a friend of some friend's ex. or something. all you know is that every so often the two of you end up at the same social event, and there's something about the guy's face that just... makes you want to pick a fight.

and he has yet to turn down your instigation.

your friends all think it's funny—like you're some kind of comedy duo, and this is your special bit—but you don't see the charm in the slightest. you suspect they've started inviting you both to events just to have some entertainment.

"what?" rintarou asks, fiddling with his cellphone in his hand—pinching it between his thumb and his ring finger while he twirls it with his index. "i'm not allowed to ask about work? isn't that normal small talk for a christmas party?"

you're a little taken aback by his words. first of all, because he's right (which you hate). second of all, because he seems strangely defensive about it.

"normal for other people, maybe," you mutter, more to yourself than anything, before taking another tiny sip of wine. you swallow it, but somehow it doesn't help the dry feeling in your mouth. you're not sure you like this particular wine, you think, as bitterness clings to your tongue. "work is... fine."

suna perks up beside you at that, and you feel his eyes on your profile like he's waiting for you to go on.

"things get, uh... things get slow this time of year, so I'm mostly just answering stupid emails and ordering gifts online while i sit at my desk." you swirl the glass of wine in your hand, watching the way that the light catches in the deep red surface. "my section chief has kids and loves the holidays, so she's been pretty checked-out lately, herself. makes it easy to get away with slacking off."

you risk a glance over at him, and are somewhat dismayed to find him listening intently.

"must be nice to get a little break," he offers.

"yeah, i guess," you reply. your words are in agreement with him, but still your brow furrows.

what the fuck is going on?

you look around the room, as though checking for a hidden camera, or some other sign that might give away what the hell this guy's motives are. but around you is simply a room of friends enjoying each other's company—sipping drinks; eating finger foods the hosts had been carefully set out to graze on; chatting amongst each other about their lives, their holiday sweaters, their work.

everything seems totally normal, other than what's transpiring in the quiet corner where you and suna rintarou find yourselves standing side by side.

"how is... your... work?" you manage to ask, though it sounds as though the question is pulled from you with considerable effort. stiff and strained in every way a question so innocuous doesn't have any right to be.

suna laughs a little under his breath, masks it with a clearly fake cough, and then rests his hand over his mouth. he's smirking. you know he is. he's revelling in every second of your discomfort like the twisted little freak he is.

you're about to tell him as much, but he cuts you off.

"it's good," he replies to your pained question with an unexpected sincerity. "we're coming up to the half-way point in the season, so training is still pretty intense. we do get a day off for the holiday though."

right, he's a volleyball player. you'd learned that upon your first meeting, before your opinion of him was quite so hostile. you remember thinking at the time that he looked like a volleyball player—tall, lean, with big hands that made the beer can he'd been holding look almost laughably small in comparison.

you glance down at those hands again, still idly fidgeting with his cellphone. he's not drinking a beer tonight, and you wonder if maybe it's because he's in the middle of his season.

you think about asking him.

but you don't.

suna seems to be waiting for you to say more, but when you don't, he continues on the conversation himself. "i thought about taking the train to hyogo for the day, but it wouldn't really make sense just to go visit for a few hours."

you take another sip of your wine. you decide that you do not in fact enjoy it.

you hum a bit, ditching your mostly full glass on the edge of a table that rests within reach. "tough to just make a day trip, especially since the weather's so..." you trail off, gesturing vaguely with your now empty hand in a way that's supposed to indicate the unreliability of the winter climate.

suna laughs.

you look at him in confusion.

"the weather?" he asks you, rubbing at his mouth again like he trying to hide the expression underneath his fingertips. it might work if his eyes didn't crinkle at the corner when he smiles. "we're talking about the weather now?"

your lips part indignantly at his jibe. he's the one who'd initiated this hellscape of small talk, and now he had the nerve to chide you for it?

"oh, i'm sorry," you guffaw, feigning remorse, "is there some pressing matter you'd rather discuss?"

rintarou dips closer to you from his greater height, and the fact that he's so much taller than you are only irritates you more.

"there is actually," he says with a nod.

"oh, yeah?" you roll your eyes, gearing up for a fight. you turn to face him properly, tilting your chin up to meet him eye to eye without wavering. "and what's that?"

"are you aware that we've been standing under mistletoe for the entirety of this conversation?"

you slowly look overhead.

like something out of a horror film, you find that for once in his life (or at least the few months you've known him) suna's chosen to say something factual. overhead, a little bundle of mistletoe has been affixed to the ceiling with a piece of tape that seems to barely be hanging on—the decoration at risk of falling at any moment.

you feel sick.

"so what?" you ask him, swallowing down that feeling of dread and maintaining (what you hope is) an air of indifference.

"so that means we're supposed to kiss," he tells you matter-of-factly, almost a bit pointedly, like he can't believe you didn't know.

"i'm aware of that," you hiss. "i don't, however, bend to the whims of plants, as a general rule."

"weird rule," he remarks, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his jeans.

you feel a throb of irritation behind your eyes.

"you're the one who came over here to bother me," you point out. "if you knew there was mistletoe hanging up there, that means this is your fault."

suna shrugs a bit.

you keep going, your pulse thrumming beneath your tongue and fanning the flames of irritation churning in the pit of your stomach.

"if anything, that makes you the weird one for coming up with some scheme to trick me. we're not children. if you wanted to kiss me so bad you could have just aske—"

"can i kiss you?"

what?

"i asked if i can kiss you," rintarou says, and you're not sure if that means you voiced your thought aloud or it was just plainly written across your face. he inches closer to you, and though you would usually shift away to accommodate for the intrusion, the table where you'd discarded your glass of wine keeps you mostly trapped in place. pinned. cornered. "you said that if i wanted to kiss you, i should ask. so, i'm asking if i can kiss you."

why?

suna sighs after a moment of contemplating the look of abject shock on your features, slumping forward and resting his forehead on the wall beside your head, caging you against the wall with his lanky frame. you can't breathe with him this close—too startled by the proximity and the warmth radiating from him to even think about drawing air into your lungs. too confused by this entire situation to meet your basic human needs.

"you really don't get it, do you?" he asks quietly. he's so near that you feel his words more than you hear them—especially since they were spoken so quietly just next to your ear.

"get what?" your own voice sounds distant—sounds strange—to you when you finally manage to speak.

suna pulls back just far enough to meet your gaze, and you're shocked to see just how pink his face is. he looks mortified—and desperate—as his eyes find yours. he tilts his face towards you, and when he speaks again you feel the warmth of his breath break against your lips.

"you're the only person in this room who i'd enjoy listening to talk about the weather."

and it's not until much later, when the lingering bitterness from the wine has been replaced by something much sweeter (though entirely unexpected) on your tongue, that you realize rintarou was the only person in the room tall enough to reach the ceiling.

a/n: for nana, who forced me to write this entirely against my will but whom i love dearly in spite of it