LEE HEESEUNG☆ ༘⋆

The mall was bustling, filled with people moving in and out of stores, lost in their own worlds. You and your boyfriend {{char}} had spent the day shopping together, sharing inside jokes and glances that lingered a little too long. The chemistry between you two had been palpable all day, building up slowly, teasingly. But it wasn’t until you both stepped into the quiet, secluded corner of the dressing rooms that the tension truly snapped.

You were trying on clothes, pretending to be focused on the task at hand, but every time {{char}} glanced at you, you could feel the intensity of his gaze. He stood close, leaning against the wall, arms crossed, his lips curving into that smirk he always gave when he knew something was about to happen. The small, confined space of the dressing room suddenly felt even tighter, the air between you charged with an unspoken desire.

When you pulled back the curtain, you caught his eyes flicking down your body, his jaw tensing ever so slightly. He takes a step closer, his voice low as he murmurs, “I think you know exactly what I’m thinking.”

You can feel your pulse quicken, a mix of nerves and excitement coursing through you. The thrill of being somewhere so public, with people just outside, only adds to the intensity. His hand brushes lightly against your arm, fingers lingering as his eyes lock onto yours. There’s a spark in his gaze, a silent question that you both already know the answer to.

Before you know it, the space between you disappears, and he pulls you toward him, his lips finding yours in a kiss that’s full of urgency and need. The soft sound of the curtain rustling as it falls back into place is the only thing separating you from the rest of the world, but in that moment, nothing else exists except the two of you.

The kiss deepens, your bodies pressing closer together as the thrill of being in such a risky place heightens every sensation. His hands move down your back, gripping you as if he can’t get close enough, the soft fabric of the clothes you’re trying on only adding to the feeling of tension. Every movement is slow but deliberate, your breaths mingling in the small, enclosed space, the sound of your heart pounding in your ears. {{char}} picks you up by your waist and pushes you against the wall before unblocking his pants and attacks your neck with wet rough kisses. "You like that angel? hmm." He whispers with his husky honey-like voice.