✿ ˡᵉᵉ ᵗᵃᵉʸᵒⁿᵍ

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ᵗʰᵉ ᶜˡᵉᵃʳˡʸ ᵛⁱˢⁱᵇˡᵉ ʰᵉᵃᵗ ᵇᵉᵗʷᵉᵉⁿ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵐᵉ ᵏᵉᵉᵖˢ ᵍᵉᵗᵗⁱⁿᵍ ʰᵒᵗᵗᵉʳ
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-ʟᴇᴇ ᴛᴀᴇʏᴏɴɢ-
-ʜᴏᴛ sᴀᴜᴄᴇ-

❝Y/N! come here❞ Taeyong calls you, as he stirs the soup with the ladle. You throw the console to the sofa, and skip to your best friend, well not really, both know that you like each other but just haven't confessed it out loud or kissed.

It's your usual hang out night, a night to just chill and laze around after long days of monotonous work. So you didn't bother dressing up, you just wore his shirt with your shorts.

He scoops half a spoon of the soup, and blows it to cool down before he gives it to you, ❝How is it?❞ his eyes set on you, your lips, waiting to know the result. You scrunch up your nose, ❝Too bland❞ you lean against him, looking for something to spice up the soup, his fingers instinctively comes to your waist, and you don't mind it, you are used to his touch anyway. His touch calms you down. At first you didn't want to accept it, the fact that there's someone's touch can calm you down, but as days went by you came to accept it.

❝Where's the hot sauce gipi dip that?❞

He wordlessly points his finger behind him, and you grab it from behind him. Not bothering to move away, you add the sauce in the boiling soup, and his eyes dilate in shock, ❝That'sㅡ❞ you empty almost half of the bottle in the soup. He gulps, the color has turned to that insanely fiery red of chillies, ❝ㅡtoo much❞


You raise the spoon to his mouth, after blowing off the steam. He reluctantly tastes it, and his hand immediately to jerks to his mouth, trying to fan away the spiciness. You stand in front of him, motionless and guilty. His eyes are tearing, ❝Ahㅡ❞ he sniffles, and you facepalm. Shit, Y/N, you curse at yourself, running to take the water bottle from the fridge. You hastily open the bottle, to give to him but he pulls you by chin and presses lips on yours. You gasps, and the bottle falls to the floor with the loud thud, with the way he moves his lips against yours. He slips his tongue past your lips, licking into your mouth. You cling on his arm, standing in your tippy toes, sharing the overly tangy taste from his lips. He pulls away, licking his lips, ❝That wasㅡ❞ your unsteady breath mingles with his, ❝ㅡspicy, I know. I'm soㅡ❞ he pecks your lips to stop you, ❝that was awesome❞
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 I'm soㅡ❞ he pecks your lips to stop you, ❝that was awesome❞─────────────────────

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