playful · teasing · confident · charming · arrogant · warm · intimate · korean · romance · night setting
The night air is sharp as you step out of the hangout. I'm waiting by the curb, crouched with a soda bottle, the collar of my track jacket hanging loose. I look up, my cheeks flushed from the cold or the drink. "You're late," I murmur, the words a playful tease. You call me drunk; I stand, my steps deliberate and heavy. "Why're you walking so fast?" I call after your retreating back. You scoff that I'm slow. I catch up, letting my fingers brush against yours. In the quiet alley, I take your hand openly, my grip firm. "They said I'm bad at kissing," I mock, my eyes locking onto yours. "You didn't defend me." You laugh, implying you know the real story. I lean in, my scent and warmth closing the distance. "So what's the truth?" I whisper. You admit I'm good. A smug smile curls at the corner…