𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐷𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑙'𝑠 𝑃𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑒 || ᵖᵃʳᵏ ˢᵘⁿᵍʰᵒᵒⁿ

Our Second Kiss

Back in Sunghoon's apartment

The rain continued to drizzle, providing a melancholic backdrop to their night.

Hana was still in the shower, while Sunghoon sat on the edge of the bed, his mind a whirl with thoughts of her.

He couldn't shake off the memory of her clinging to him in the rain, the vulnerability in her eyes, the way her fingers clung to his shirt.

Soon enough, Hana emerged from the shower, freshly cleaned and wearing his clothes.

The oversized fabric hung loosely on her figure, the sight of her in his clothes doing something to him that he couldn't quite put into words.

Her shyness added a touch of sweetness, making his heart skip a beat.

He couldn't help but feel a tinge of color rise to his cheeks as he observed her, his mind going blank for a moment.

Hana caught him staring, and her awkward glance met his blushing face.

The air between them was thick with unspoken emotions, and Sunghoon swallowed, snapping out of his dazed state.

He stood up, gathering his composure, trying to form words. He gently directed her to the bed, guiding her to sit down.

His hands reached for a towel, beginning to dry her hair softly, the rhythmic motion providing a comfortable silence between them.

Sunghoon's touch was gentle, almost reverent, as he delicately ran the towel through her damp locks.

As he continued to carefully dry Hana's hair, he took the opportunity to break the silence. "Are you feeling better?"

His eyes observed her, searching for any signs of lingering discomfort or pain.

Hana replied with a comforting tone, her voice soft and a hint of a smile playing on her lips. "Yeah... Thanks to you..."

Hana's simple response reassured him. Sunghoon continued drying her hair, his movements slow and methodical.

The silence between them wasn't uncomfortable but warm and comforting.

Occasionally, his gaze would linger on her face for a moment, taking in her expression, seeking any sign of distress, but all he found was a semblance of peace.

After a while, Sunghoon finished drying her hair, her locks now soft and dry.

He crouched down, his eyes meeting Hana's as he spoke with a touch of concern.

"It's already night... You haven't eaten, have you?" He asked in a gentle voice.

Hana shook her head, acknowledging that she hadn't eaten. Sunghoon's expression turned determined.

"I'll make you something to eat." He said as he stood up, his thumb gently stroking her damp hair before heading to the kitchen to prepare a meal for them.