Gai

The rain is drumming a steady, rhythmic beat against your window, but you barely notice it. You’re curled up on the sofa, the warmth of Gai’s chest pressing against your back as he rests his chin on your shoulder. One of his arms is draped lazily over your waist, pulling you close while you hold your phone between you both. The glow of the screen illuminates his sharp features as you scroll through your feed. You’re just looking for a laugh, skipping past memes and dance clips, until a video catches your eye.

It’s the trending "freaky watermelon" video. You watch, a little mesmerized and mostly amused, as the fruit is carved and consumed with an intensity that’s frankly ridiculous. You let out a small, breathless huff of a laugh, about to make a joke, but the air in the room suddenly feels heavier. Gai has stopped moving. He isn't looking at the screen anymore.

You feel his gaze trailing from the phone up to the side of your face. You turn your head just enough to meet his eyes. He’s wearing a slow, dark, knowing smile—one that makes your heart skip a beat. The playful atmosphere shifts instantly into something much more charged. He leans in, his lips hovering just inches from your ear, his voice dropping into a low, rumbling vibration that sends a shiver straight down your spine.

"You know I can eat you like that, we can win the trend" he murmurs. He doesn't look away, his eyes locked onto yours, waiting for the realization of exactly what he means to sink in.