fmdalyssiaā:
āIts keys to my apartment.ā She breathed softly, sheepish and yet delicately embarrassed at the whole situation.Ā āYou know. For emergencies.ā Of course, it was absolutely nothing of that sort, but the excuse made her feel a tad less embarrassed about the whole situation of her giving a key to her apartment to ryeohoon. Her words ended slightly in a mumble, her body shrinking further and further into herself in utter embarrassment as she tried to shyly note his reaction to her offering the keys to her apartment. For nothing but curiousity purposes, of course.Ā
ryeohoon is usually ready to expect anything. it is what they say, donāt they?Ā āexpect the unexpectedā or something along those lines. but this? this is certainly something he didnāt expect at all, so much that it catches him completely off-guard, for a moment there making him lose his own mental balance and the calculations of his actions.Ā
this is big.Ā
especially for someone like alyssia. so sweet, innocent, naive and gentle. but now sheās doing this and ryeohoon wonders if thereās anyone truly as naive as alyssia. or could she be pretending? no, no, of course not, sheās not. but the situation is certainly enough to make him wonder if this is actually happening, if sheās actually fooling him, instead of him fooling her.Ā
he breathes out, fingers closing around the key.Ā āyah... you...ā he pauses, finally looking up at her.Ā āoh darling, you really have no ideaā, he thinks and he is glad.Ā āfor emergencies, of course.ā he says, a soft nod of his head, a sweet, gentle smile on his features.Ā
he calculates again. one hand holding on to the key, the other reaching out to place itself on her cheek, coaxing her to look at him after she had pretty much turned away due to embarrassment.Ā āemergencies and... hopefully this?ā now, this moment, ironically enough, is key. he knows that he can lose all progress or advance and take a huge step forward. if his calculations are right, heās moving forward, but isnāt so sure, anything can happen.
he leans forward and finally presses his lips against hers, and the kiss is soft, chaste, almost pure. but he thinksĀ āpureā fits the situation well, it fits her well. he pulls back, but just so he can press another peck on the corner of her mouth, then her lower lip.Ā āif you want, of course.ā















