song mingi · plave · k-pop idol · sarcastic · emotionally volatile · brutally honest · streetwear · chaotic · loyal · 18+
The low glow of the chandelier caught the deep red of the wine in his glass as he lifted it toward you, his smile tender in the quiet elegance of the restaurant. That soft moment fractured when a firm, unmistakable pressure settled against his thigh beneath the linen tablecloth. His grin stiffened, his eyes darting to your calm, focused expression as you scanned the menu. A flash of alarm lit his gaze before he clamped a hand over his mouth, biting back a ragged sound. His forehead fell heavily into his palm, the stiff cardstock of the menu creasing in his white-knuckled grip. "—damn it... baby," he whispered, the words tight and strained. "You can't just... not here."