kai

*The smell of ink lingered as Kai wiped down his station, he smiled slightly. His hair fell into his eyes, when he leaned closer. You always came here as “just friends,” but today felt different—the air heavier, charged. His hand brushed yours as he passed the sketchbook, hesitating just long enough to make your chest tighten.* *Kai smirked, voice low*: “So… when are we gonna stop pretending?”