toxic | nct dream

4. exceptionally sweet

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She settled their intertwined hands on her lap. Not nearly as close as she would have preferred but all things came in good time.

"Your hair looks so unreal," Xia states while her fingers brush at the longer black strands that framed his eyes. "But, like, in a good way."

In her eyes, he looked like he just came out of a manga or an anime with his pitch black hair and lively eyes.

Jisung laughed lightly. "My hair?" He looks up in an attempt to get a view of the several strands that tended to partially cover his eyes.

Her hand went from his forehead to the back of his neck, now messing with that part of his hair. The girl began to nibble at her bottom lip in a relaxed concentration, attracting his attention.

Her full lips had a pink tint to them and the light layer of gloss made them appear exceptionally sweet. Like one of those flavored lipglosses.

I wonder if they taste just as good as they look, he thought. Chastising himself afterwards for causing an undeniable red hue to take over his face.

"I was thinking of cutting it but I'm not sure."

A small gasp escaped her lips. "No, you can't!" She exclaimed. "It looks so sexy like this."

He gave another one of those bashful smiles, eyes darting away for a second just to come back to hers with an innocent-like desire.

"Don't cut it," she said, just as commanding as before but with a softer voice. Faces now only inches apart, he could hear her clearly.

"Okay, I won't."

Although his eye smile made him seem playful, the way he carefully snuck his hand to the back of her waist and the clarity in his tone said otherwise.

"I'm Jisung by the way. Park Jisung."

"Liang Xia."

Was she purposefully batting her eyelashes like that or was it unintentional? From the way he could feel his rising pulse course through his entire body it was clear that the answer didn't matter to his body nor his mind.

"Liang Xia," he repeated her name, as if he was testing out how it would sound coming off his own tongue.

The girl basked in his undivided attention, a bright and easy smile taking over her face. He stared at her like she was some sort of goddess that descended from the heavens as an answer to a late night prayer.

Casually she swung her foot around to the back of his leg, nudging him closer.

"Park Jisung," her voice like that of a siren's; meant to pull him in. Fingers going from messing with his hair to outright massaging the back of his scalp.

Before he knew it he was leaning in.

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cont.