she began to struggle against him before stopping altogether, simply looking up at him through her lashes. the two were pressed quite close to each other and she could smell the mint of his toothpaste.

he was still looking out of the small crack in the door, the air beginning to become suffocatingly dense. as he turned to look at her again, his hand dropped when he noticed her staring at him so intently.

"h-hwamin?"

that was all he could say, because the next moment, her lips were pressing against his.