cirque [choi yeonjun]

thirty

immediately standing up as her face goes scarlet with embarrassment, she says, panicking inwardly, "oh my god, i'm sorry. i didn't even ask.....just did it...fuck, i fucked it up." she curses out loudly, seeing yeonjun still not responding anything or even looking at her.

"i'm sorry..." she feels her voice cracking a bit, ashamed of herself and taking a step back to make a run in attempt of getting out of this situation.

she chastises herself in her mind before making a run.

however, yeonjun also gets up to chase her as his eyes widen, "y/n, stop! don't go." it's easy for him to catch her pace as she is running painfully slowly, nowhere near to her speed that time in bridge.

he holds her wrist and make her turn back to look at him, she cries out this time, "fuck, forgi-"

she feels like levitating off the ground and floating in the air once yeonjun cuts her words off by smashing his warm lips on her soft ones. one of his hands brush her hair off from her face, pushing it back behind her ears ever so gracefully then cupping her cheeks meanwhile the other holds her waist strongly yet gently. he guides her head towards his, moving his lips slowly on hers before biting her bottom lip to get a surprise gasp from her.

close, so close, she can smell his cologne, mixture of lavender and mint.

a soft sound flees from her mouth, vibrating in his ears as he gently continues giving her open mouth kiss without the use of tongue.

he can't stop himself when the feeling of her soft and perfect lips become more and more provocative. he wants to stop the time, hold this moment and her forever. he, so badly, wants to do something more, that is exactly why he never kissed y/n first because he knew he wouldn't stop with just a kiss.

he forces himself to release the kiss as she is out of her breath.
it is all too much for her poor heart to bear, she feels so hot and she can't help craving for more.

he rests his forehead against hers and their lips connect once more, this time the kiss is more intense than the first and second ones. this time, she deepens the kiss, her hand running through his hair and another placed on his chest, feeling his heartbeats.

breaking the kiss, she slowly opens her eyes, unexpectedly grinning widely, "wow, that felt amazing..no, everything about you feels amazing."

watching yeonjun so wrecked by the kisses as his breathtaking lips are still parted and his dazed eyes are only telling her to kiss him more make a flame blare in the pits of her stomach.

their reactions have exchanged, as in a completely blushing mess y/n and the confident prince of hell.

maybe, he hasn't seen it coming at all, having her to kiss him always has been beyond dreams ever after the tragedy.

"y/n." he says, voice raspy and low that twists her stomach in the name of butterflies,

"let's cut the cake."

"but before that, can we do an agreement?" the air might be getting colder with the depth of night but her face is still so hot.

"that is?"

"let's kiss at least ten times per day and hug each other more often and um, cuddle every ni- god, am i clingy? okay, let's just limit it to one kiss everyday?"

"no."

she whines in defeat,
"understandable, i'll learn how to kiss nicely in the meantime with a pillow."

"that's so single of you." he chuckles.

"bitch--be tch kind." she scoffs.

he bursts in laughter before saying, "no because i still would have locked you in my arms all the freaking time, kissed you everywhere without some deal."