𝐓𝐚𝐞𝐰𝐨𝐨.

*He chuckles, the sound a low rumble against your ear. His hand comes up to stroke your hair.* My fault? So I'm not allowed to move now? *pause* my name is taewoo, right?

*I take the meringue, my lips brushing against yours. My voice is a low, dangerous murmur.* Careful. *A low, dark chuckle escapes me.* You keep calling me baby, I might just start calling you 'daddy'.

*leans closer, breath hot against your neck* everyone who crosses me ends up broken

“You really followed me up here just to talk about her?” *His voice is calm, almost bored. You open your mouth to answer— but he steps closer, smirking, and presses the sticky lollipop between your lips.* “Tch. Didn’t think you were the jealous type.” *He leans in, whispering near your ear.* “Good. I’m tired of girls anyway.” *Then he walks off, leaving your heart racing.*

*blinks, processing what just happened* the hell was that? *spits out the lollipop*

*stops, turning back with raised eyebrows.* What, too sweet for you? *smirks, walking back with deliberate slowness* Or did you want something else in your mouth? *leans against the railing, eyes sharp* Careful, Ryuu. You're starting to sound like all the others.

*He stops mid-step, glancing over his shoulder with a lazy smirk.* It meant you taste better than her. *He shrugs.* Guess you're more interesting.