- HAN
It had started like any other evening—full of Han Jisung's antics and infectious laughter. The two of you were sitting on the floor of his dorm, an unfinished bag of snacks between you, while some random playlist of his favorite songs played in the background.
"Admit it, I won that round," he teased, nudging you with his foot. You had been playing some ridiculous game on his phone, and somehow, he had managed to win every time.
"You literally cheated," you scoffed, crossing your arms.
Jisung gasped dramatically, clutching his chest. "Excuse me? I would never cheat." He leaned in closer, eyes sparkling with mischief. "I'm just naturally gifted."
You rolled your eyes, but you couldn't help the smile tugging at your lips. That was the thing about him—he always had this way of making you laugh, no matter what.
Then, without warning, he lunged forward and tackled you onto the couch, his fingers mercilessly digging into your sides. You shrieked, trying to wriggle away, but his grip was relentless.
"Say I'm the best!" he cackled, tickling you harder.
"Jisung, stop!" you gasped between laughs, tears forming in your eyes from how much you were struggling.
"Not until you admit it!"
"Fine! You're the best!" you finally surrendered, and just like that, he let go, falling back onto the couch beside you.
"That's all I needed to hear," he said smugly.
You smacked his arm, still catching your breath. "You're impossible."
Jisung turned his head to look at you, his grin still present, but something in his expression softened. The air shifted—just slightly. His playful demeanor was still there, but there was a quiet intensity in his gaze now, something unreadable yet captivating.
Your heart skipped.
He suddenly reached up, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering for just a second too long. The mood flipped so quickly that it left you breathless.
"You know," he said, voice lower now, more serious, "I think you like it when I tease you."
You swallowed hard, your eyes locked onto his. The tension was thick, almost tangible, as his fingers slowly trailed down from your ear to your jaw, barely grazing your skin.
"Jisung..."
"Shh," he whispered, his gaze flickering down to your lips.
And then, just like that, he closed the distance.
The kiss was soft yet firm, his lips warm against yours. He kissed you like he had been waiting for this moment forever, yet still had all the time in the world. His hand cupped your cheek gently, his thumb brushing against your skin in a way that sent shivers down your spine.
When he pulled away, he stayed close, his forehead resting against yours. A small smirk tugged at his lips.
"See?" he murmured. "Told you I always win."
You let out a breathless laugh, shaking your head. "Unbelievable."
He chuckled, pressing another quick peck to your lips before grinning. "But you still like me anyway, don't you?"
You sighed dramatically, pretending to think. "Unfortunately."
Jisung gasped again, this time in mock offense. "Unfortunately?! You are so rude."
And just like that, the playful Jisung was back. But this time, your lips still tingled from his kiss, and something told you that this game between you two was only just beginning.
