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The first time it had happened heat crept from his neck to his cheeks, leaving him a pretty shade of pink.

The two of you were standing in between the aisles of a book store looking for the novel you wanted, and he was browsing through some when you spotted the item.

Without hesitation—and without noticing—your index finger had curled around the belt loop of his jeans and tugged him closer to you.

Heeseung had followed with this mouth parted in surprise, eyes blown wide, blushing face, and thundering heart.

Then it kept happening again and again, neither of you said anything about it. You kept on taking him place to place by the same method, and he went without a second (or even first) thought. It had been 33 days since you first did it—not that your boyfriend’s been keeping track.

He should be used to it by now. He is used to it.

Or so he thinks. ──── ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ ────

His lips are slotted against yours as the two of you share a kiss in the kitchen. You’re sitting on the island, caged between his arms, one hand tugging his hair and the other resting on his bicep. You pull back, chest heaving with the lack of oxygen as you look at him.

Heeseung’s once neat and styled hair is a ruffled mess all thanks to you. His mouth is swollen, lips slick with spit, and eyes shining. Before you even notice you’re doing it again.

Your finger slides from his bicep to loop on his jean and you pull him closer.

“Fuck,” he breathes out, just loud enough for you to catch.

You look at his face, eyebrow raising. “What? Is something wrong?”

“No it’s nothing,” your boyfriend tries to dismiss and leans in to continue kissing you, but you lean back, retracting your hands away from his body.

“Tell me.”

Heeseung stares at you, a blush slowly creeping onto his face. You give him a confused look. “You pulled me closer by the belt loop,” he says, voice low almost as if he didn’t want you to hear.

A beat of silence passes where you look at him without blinking. And then a grin splits your lips. “Oh?”

Your boyfriend gulps and you watch as his Adam's apple bobs. “Didn’t even notice it Hee. But you’re blushing so so pretty ‘cause of that.”

Before he could reply, you slip your index finger into a belt loop and draw him closer to you.

A sound leaves the back of his throat at your action and he refuses to meet your eyes. “Look at me,” you say, your free hand sliding up to hold his face. “You’re so cute.”

With those words you press your lips to his again and kiss him.

Heeseung’s hand make their way to your waist and he tugs your body as close to his as possible and he loses himself in the feeling you give him.

His blush hasn’t calmed down in the slightest, leaving his skin warm to the touch. Your hand moves from his cheek and goes back to his hair tugging at it lightly. The action makes him part from your lips and a desperate noise leaves him.

“Why’d you pull away?” he asks, already trying to resume kissing you.

You dodge him before asking a question of your own.“Do you want me to stop?”

“What?”

You pull at his belt loop that’s still held in your finger. “Pulling you in like this?”

“No.”

Heeseung doesn’t let you get another word in before his lips are back on you, and you smile into the kiss.

The first time it had happened heat crept from his neck to his cheeks, leaving him a pretty shade of pink.

The two of you were standing in between the aisles of a book store looking for the novel you wanted, and he was browsing through some when you spotted the item.

Without hesitation—and without noticing—your index finger had curled around the belt loop of his jeans and tugged him closer to you.

Heeseung had followed with this mouth parted in surprise, eyes blown wide, blushing face, and thundering heart.

Then it kept happening again and again, neither of you said anything about it. You kept on taking him place to place by the same method, and he went without a second (or even first) thought. It had been 33 days since you first did it—not that your boyfriend’s been keeping track.

He should be used to it by now. He is used to it.

Or so he thinks. ──── ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ ────

His lips are slotted against yours as the two of you share a kiss in the kitchen. You’re sitting on the island, caged between his arms, one hand tugging his hair and the other resting on his bicep. You pull back, chest heaving with the lack of oxygen as you look at him.

Heeseung’s once neat and styled hair is a ruffled mess all thanks to you. His mouth is swollen, lips slock with spit, and eyes shining. Before you even notice you’re doing it again.

Your finger slides from his bicep to loop on his jean and you pull him closer.

“Fuck,” he breathes out, just loud enough for you to catch.

You look at his face, eyebrow raising. “What? Is something wrong?”

“No it’s nothing,” your boyfriend tries to dismiss and leans in to continue kissing you, but you lean back, retracting your hands away from his body.

“Tell me”

Heeseung stares at you, a blush slowly creeping onto his face. You give him a confused look. “You pulled me closer by the belt loops,” he says, voice low almost as if he didn’t want you to hear.

A beat of silence passes where you look at him without blinking. And then a grin splits your lips. “Oh?”

Your boyfriend gulps and you watch as his adam’s apple bobs. “Didn’t even notice it Hee. But you’re blushing so so pretty ‘cause of that.”

Before he could reply, you slip your index finger into a belt loop and draw him closer to you.

A sound leaves the back of his throat at your action and he refuses to meet your eyes. “Look at me,” you say, your free hand sliding up to hold his face. “You’re so cute.”

With those words you press your lips to his again and kiss him.

Heeseung’s hand make their way to your waist and he tugs your body as close to his as possible and he loses himself in the feeling you give him.

His blush hasn’t calmed down in the slightest, leaving his skin warm to the touch. Your hand moves from his cheek and goes back to his hair tugging at it lightly. The action makes him part from your lips and a desperate noise leaves him.

“Why’d you pull away?” he asks, already trying to resume kissing you.

You dodge him before asking a question of your own.“Do you want me to stop?”

“What?”

You pull at his belt loop that’s still held in your finger. “Pulling you in like this?”

“No.”

Heeseung doesn’t let you get another word in before his lips are back on you, and you smile into the kiss.

The first time it had happened heat crept from his neck to his cheeks, leaving him a pretty shade of pink.

The two of you were standing in between the aisles of a book store looking for the novel you wanted, and he was browsing through some when you spotted the item.

Without hesitation—and without noticing—your index finger had curled around the belt loop of his jeans and tugged him closer to you.

Heeseung had followed with this mouth parted in surprise, eyes blown wide, blushing face, and thundering heart.

Then it kept happening again and again, neither of you said anything about it. You kept on taking him place to place by the same method, and he went without a second (or even first) thought. It had been 33 days since you first did it—not that your boyfriend’s been keeping track.

He should be used to it by now. He is used to it.

Or so he thinks. ──── ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ ────

His lips are slotted against yours as the two of you share a kiss in the kitchen. You’re sitting on the island, caged between his arms, one hand tugging his hair and the other resting on his bicep. You pull back, chest heaving with the lack of oxygen as you look at him.

Heeseung’s once neat and styled hair is a ruffled mess all thanks to you. His mouth is swollen, lips slock with spit, and eyes shining. Before you even notice you’re doing it again.

Your finger slides from his bicep to loop on his jean and you pull him closer.

“Fuck,” he breathes out, just loud enough for you to catch.

You look at his face, eyebrow raising. “What? Is something wrong?”

“No it’s nothing,” your boyfriend tries to dismiss and leans in to continue kissing you, but you lean back, retracting your hands away from his body.

“Tell me”

Heeseung stares at you, a blush slowly creeping onto his face. You give him a confused look. “You pulled me closer by the belt loops,” he says, voice low almost as if he didn’t want you to hear.

A beat of silence passes where you look at him without blinking. And then a grin splits your lips. “Oh?”

Your boyfriend gulps and you watch as his adam’s apple bobs. “Didn’t even notice it Hee. But you’re blushing so so pretty ‘cause of that.”

Before he could reply, you slip your index finger into a belt loop and draw him closer to you.

A sound leaves the back of his throat at your action and he refuses to meet your eyes. “Look at me,” you say, your free hand sliding up to hold his face. “You’re so cute.”

With those words you press your lips to his again and kiss him.

Heeseung’s hand make their way to your waist and he tugs your body as close to his as possible and he loses himself in the feeling you give him.

His blush hasn’t calmed down in the slightest, leaving his skin warm to the touch. Your hand moves from his cheek and goes back to his hair tugging at it lightly. The action makes him part from your lips and a desperate noise leaves him.

“Why’d you pull away?” he asks, already trying to resume kissing you.

You dodge him before asking a question of your own.“Do you want me to stop?”

“What?”

You pull at his belt loop that’s still held in your finger. “Pulling you in like this?”

“No.”

Heeseung doesn’t let you get another word in before his lips are back on you, and you smile into the kiss.

The first time it had happened heat crept from his neck to his cheeks, leaving him a pretty shade of pink.

The two of you were standing in between the aisles of a book store looking for the novel you wanted, and he was browsing through some when you spotted the item.

Without hesitation—and without noticing—your index finger had curled around the belt loop of his jeans and tugged him closer to you.

Heeseung had followed with this mouth parted in surprise, eyes blown wide, blushing face, and thundering heart.

Then it kept happening again and again, neither of you said anything about it. You kept on taking him place to place by the same method, and he went without a second (or even first) thought. It had been 33 days since you first did it—not that your boyfriend’s been keeping track.

He should be used to it by now. He is used to it.

Or so he thinks. ──── ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ ────

His lips are slotted against yours as the two of you share a kiss in the kitchen. You’re sitting on the island, caged between his arms, one hand tugging his hair and the other resting on his bicep. You pull back, chest heaving with the lack of oxygen as you look at him.

Heeseung’s once neat and styled hair is a ruffled mess all thanks to you. His mouth is swollen, lips slock with spit, and eyes shining. Before you even notice you’re doing it again.

Your finger slides from his bicep to loop on his jean and you pull him closer.

“Fuck,” he breathes out, just loud enough for you to catch.

You look at his face, eyebrow raising. “What? Is something wrong?”

“No it’s nothing,” your boyfriend tries to dismiss and leans in to continue kissing you, but you lean back, retracting your hands away from his body.

“Tell me”

Heeseung stares at you, a blush slowly creeping onto his face. You give him a confused look. “You pulled me closer by the belt loops,” he says, voice low almost as if he didn’t want you to hear.

A beat of silence passes where you look at him without blinking. And then a grin splits your lips. “Oh?”

Your boyfriend gulps and you watch as his adam’s apple bobs. “Didn’t even notice it Hee. But you’re blushing so so pretty ‘cause of that.”

Before he could reply, you slip your index finger into a belt loop and draw him closer to you.

A sound leaves the back of his throat at your action and he refuses to meet your eyes. “Look at me,” you say, your free hand sliding up to hold his face. “You’re so cute.”

With those words you press your lips to his again and kiss him.

Heeseung’s hand make their way to your waist and he tugs your body as close to his as possible and he loses himself in the feeling you give him.

His blush hasn’t calmed down in the slightest, leaving his skin warm to the touch. Your hand moves from his cheek and goes back to his hair tugging at it lightly. The action makes him part from your lips and a desperate noise leaves him.

“Why’d you pull away?” he asks, already trying to resume kissing you.

You dodge him before asking a question of your own.“Do you want me to stop?”

“What?”

You pull at his belt loop that’s still held in your finger. “Pulling you in like this?”

“No.”

Heeseung doesn’t let you get another word in before his lips are back on you, and you smile into the kiss.

The first time it had happened heat crept from his neck to his cheeks, leaving him a pretty shade of pink.

The two of you were standing in between the aisles of a book store looking for the novel you wanted, and he was browsing through some when you spotted the item.

Without hesitation—and without noticing—your index finger had curled around the belt loop of his jeans and tugged him closer to you.

Heeseung had followed with this mouth parted in surprise, eyes blown wide, blushing face, and thundering heart.

Then it kept happening again and again, neither of you said anything about it. You kept on taking him place to place by the same method, and he went without a second (or even first) thought. It had been 33 days since you first did it—not that your boyfriend’s been keeping track.

He should be used to it by now. He is used to it.

Or so he thinks. ──── ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ ────

His lips are slotted against yours as the two of you share a kiss in the kitchen. You’re sitting on the island, caged between his arms, one hand tugging his hair and the other resting on his bicep. You pull back, chest heaving with the lack of oxygen as you look at him.

Heeseung’s once neat and styled hair is a ruffled mess all thanks to you. His mouth is swollen, lips slock with spit, and eyes shining. Before you even notice you’re doing it again.

Your finger slides from his bicep to loop on his jean and you pull him closer.

“Fuck,” he breathes out, just loud enough for you to catch.

You look at his face, eyebrow raising. “What? Is something wrong?”

“No it’s nothing,” your boyfriend tries to dismiss and leans in to continue kissing you, but you lean back, retracting your hands away from his body.

“Tell me”

Heeseung stares at you, a blush slowly creeping onto his face. You give him a confused look. “You pulled me closer by the belt loops,” he says, voice low almost as if he didn’t want you to hear.

A beat of silence passes where you look at him without blinking. And then a grin splits your lips. “Oh?”

Your boyfriend gulps and you watch as his adam’s apple bobs. “Didn’t even notice it Hee. But you’re blushing so so pretty ‘cause of that.”

Before he could reply, you slip your index finger into a belt loop and draw him closer to you.

A sound leaves the back of his throat at your action and he refuses to meet your eyes. “Look at me,” you say, your free hand sliding up to hold his face. “You’re so cute.”

With those words you press your lips to his again and kiss him.

Heeseung’s hand make their way to your waist and he tugs your body as close to his as possible and he loses himself in the feeling you give him.

His blush hasn’t calmed down in the slightest, leaving his skin warm to the touch. Your hand moves from his cheek and goes back to his hair tugging at it lightly. The action makes him part from your lips and a desperate noise leaves him.

“Why’d you pull away?” he asks, already trying to resume kissing you.

You dodge him before asking a question of your own.“Do you want me to stop?”

“What?”

You pull at his belt loop that’s still held in your finger. “Pulling you in like this?”

“No.”

Heeseung doesn’t let you get another word in before his lips are back on you, and you smile into the kiss.

The first time it had happened heat crept from his neck to his cheeks, leaving him a pretty shade of pink.

The two of you were standing in between the aisles of a book store looking for the novel you wanted, and he was browsing through some when you spotted the item.

Without hesitation—and without noticing—your index finger had curled around the belt loop of his jeans and tugged him closer to you.

Heeseung had followed with this mouth parted in surprise, eyes blown wide, blushing face, and thundering heart.

Then it kept happening again and again, neither of you said anything about it. You kept on taking him place to place by the same method, and he went without a second (or even first) thought. It had been 33 days since you first did it—not that your boyfriend’s been keeping track.

He should be used to it by now. He is used to it.

Or so he thinks. ──── ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ ────

His lips are slotted against yours as the two of you share a kiss in the kitchen. You’re sitting on the island, caged between his arms, one hand tugging his hair and the other resting on his bicep. You pull back, chest heaving with the lack of oxygen as you look at him.

Heeseung’s once neat and styled hair is a ruffled mess all thanks to you. His mouth is swollen, lips slock with spit, and eyes shining. Before you even notice you’re doing it again.

Your finger slides from his bicep to loop on his jean and you pull him closer.

“Fuck,” he breathes out, just loud enough for you to catch.

You look at his face, eyebrow raising. “What? Is something wrong?”

“No it’s nothing,” your boyfriend tries to dismiss and leans in to continue kissing you, but you lean back, retracting your hands away from his body.

“Tell me”

Heeseung stares at you, a blush slowly creeping onto his face. You give him a confused look. “You pulled me closer by the belt loops,” he says, voice low almost as if he didn’t want you to hear.

A beat of silence passes where you look at him without blinking. And then a grin splits your lips. “Oh?”

Your boyfriend gulps and you watch as his adam’s apple bobs. “Didn’t even notice it Hee. But you’re blushing so so pretty ‘cause of that.”

Before he could reply, you slip your index finger into a belt loop and draw him closer to you.

A sound leaves the back of his throat at your action and he refuses to meet your eyes. “Look at me,” you say, your free hand sliding up to hold his face. “You’re so cute.”

With those words you press your lips to his again and kiss him.

Heeseung’s hand make their way to your waist and he tugs your body as close to his as possible and he loses himself in the feeling you give him.

His blush hasn’t calmed down in the slightest, leaving his skin warm to the touch. Your hand moves from his cheek and goes back to his hair tugging at it lightly. The action makes him part from your lips and a desperate noise leaves him.

“Why’d you pull away?” he asks, already trying to resume kissing you.

You dodge him before asking a question of your own.“Do you want me to stop?”

“What?”

You pull at his belt loop that’s still held in your finger. “Pulling you in like this?”

“No.”

Heeseung doesn’t let you get another word in before his lips are back on you, and you smile into the kiss.

The first time it had happened heat crept from his neck to his cheeks, leaving him a pretty shade of pink.

The two of you were standing in between the aisles of a book store looking for the novel you wanted, and he was browsing through some when you spotted the item.

Without hesitation—and without noticing—your index finger had curled around the belt loop of his jeans and tugged him closer to you.

Heeseung had followed with this mouth parted in surprise, eyes blown wide, blushing face, and thundering heart.

Then it kept happening again and again, neither of you said anything about it. You kept on taking him place to place by the same method, and he went without a second (or even first) thought. It had been 33 days since you first did it—not that your boyfriend’s been keeping track.

He should be used to it by now. He is used to it.

Or so he thinks. ──── ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ ────

His lips are slotted against yours as the two of you share a kiss in the kitchen. You’re sitting on the island, caged between his arms, one hand tugging his hair and the other resting on his bicep. You pull back, chest heaving with the lack of oxygen as you look at him.

Heeseung’s once neat and styled hair is a ruffled mess all thanks to you. His mouth is swollen, lips slock with spit, and eyes shining. Before you even notice you’re doing it again.

Your finger slides from his bicep to loop on his jean and you pull him closer.

“Fuck,” he breathes out, just loud enough for you to catch.

You look at his face, eyebrow raising. “What? Is something wrong?”

“No it’s nothing,” your boyfriend tries to dismiss and leans in to continue kissing you, but you lean back, retracting your hands away from his body.

“Tell me”

Heeseung stares at you, a blush slowly creeping onto his face. You give him a confused look. “You pulled me closer by the belt loops,” he says, voice low almost as if he didn’t want you to hear.

A beat of silence passes where you look at him without blinking. And then a grin splits your lips. “Oh?”

Your boyfriend gulps and you watch as his adam’s apple bobs. “Didn’t even notice it Hee. But you’re blushing so so pretty ‘cause of that.”

Before he could reply, you slip your index finger into a belt loop and draw him closer to you.

A sound leaves the back of his throat at your action and he refuses to meet your eyes. “Look at me,” you say, your free hand sliding up to hold his face. “You’re so cute.”

With those words you press your lips to his again and kiss him.

Heeseung’s hand make their way to your waist and he tugs your body as close to his as possible and he loses himself in the feeling you give him.

His blush hasn’t calmed down in the slightest, leaving his skin warm to the touch. Your hand moves from his cheek and goes back to his hair tugging at it lightly. The action makes him part from your lips and a desperate noise leaves him.

“Why’d you pull away?” he asks, already trying to resume kissing you.

You dodge him before asking a question of your own.“Do you want me to stop?”

“What?”

You pull at his belt loop that’s still held in your finger. “Pulling you in like this?”

“No.”

Heeseung doesn’t let you get another word in before his lips are back on you, and you smile into the kiss.