It took her an extra few seconds to get her coordination right, the alcohol she had already downed starting to take it’s effect on her motor skills, as it usually did. She was used to feeling the light buzz it provided though and most of the time she had fairly good control over what she was doing, of course what she ended up saying was a different story.
When Sungchan linked his arm with hers, she shifts just a little so she’d be able to bring her glass to her mouth more comfortably, her free hand reaching out to rest atop Sungchan’s knee as an extra support for balance. Unable to hide her excitement through a wide smile, watching his face as he began the count down, she mimics him by drawing out her own ‘two’ and finishing it with a small laugh in the end.
When three was called she leans forward into the small space between them and takes a sip of the clear liquid in her glass, trying not to let out another bubbly laugh as their arms knocked about a little from the movement. Letting out a small cheer as they pull back, she sets down her glass and gives a small clap, tempted to pour in a little more but deciding it was probably better to wait. Letting out a content sigh, she stretches her arms out in front of her and glances back to the screen where the movie was still playing, an almost dreamy smile playing along her lips.
“Ah… this was a good idea. I’m happy.”
Letting her hands fall into her lap, she watches the screen in silence for about a minute before turning to look back at Sungchan beside her, her eyes glancing along his features, then drifting upwards towards his hair. Before she can even think her hands are reaching up and combing through his front bangs.
“Wonder what you’d look like with hair like Danny’s..” She tilts her head to the side out of curiosity and adjusts herself a little more so she could reach more easily, her smile turning into more of a playful grin as she tries to style the front of Sungchan’s hair upwards. Of course she only really ends up making a mess and the final product only pulls a laugh from her, hands dropping down to cup either side of his face instead.
“Chan-ahh, you’re still so handsome. What am I supposed to do, hm?”
It was at this time in the back of her mind that she started to wonder just how much alcohol she’d already had, the concerns fuzzing out into a blur as she was unable to concentrate on them for very long. Eyes looking over Sungchan’s features, mixed with his now messy hair, the alcohol brings upon her impulsiveness in one quick movement she’s leaning forward and pressing her lips to his in a small peck.
She doesn’t register what she’s done until after pulling back of course, her only concern at the time just being that she wanted to do it. Her expression becomes thoughtful though, her hands remaining in place on either side of Sungchan’s face, and those small concerns from before start to leak back into her conscious. That and whether or not it was even okay to have kissed him in the first place.
“Ah… this was a good idea. I’m happy.” A statement he couldn’t express any better himself. He nods along, humming his agreement with a slap-happy grin, buzzing contently as he settles back into his spot, turning his gaze back on the screen. He couldn’t think of a time where he felt so. . . human. Feeling as if he could function properly. Feeling that he was still connected with his humanity-- making someone happy? He never thought he’d ever hear someone express their approval for a day Chan would plan all by himself. Though, not many people affiliated themselves with him to do so. But even with that in mind, he was feeling exactly what she was feeling. Happy.
He didn’t know what to do with himself after the shot. He had already had so much, he knew it’d be best to slow down and halt for now before pouring another glass. He were already feeling the affects of it from downing the clear liquid so quickly to catch up. The love shot itself deterring his motor skills greatly-- he finds it easier (and for some reason more polite) to just keep still, keeping his gaze on the television screen. And yeah, maybe his eyes were technically closed, but he had seen the film so many times, there was no need to put his full concentration on it.
He hums happily once grooming fingers finds dark locks.
“Hmm. . . I like that.” He honestly admits, leaning somewhat into her little touches.
He almost misses what she says next, lost in small affectionate caresses. He just nods along to whatever it was she were saying, figuring agreeing to whatever it could have been should suffice. It wasn’t until the touches in his hair were lost that an unawaring frown spreads, a soft whine passing sealed lips. Opening his eyes to the touch of her hands at his sides, he only catches the top of her fringe before her lips press to his.
A soft chuckle escapes, brushing against her lips as his eyes instinctively shut. He assumed he were imagining things, as he wouldn’t put it against himself to imagine moments like these. It was all because of Sulli’s doing, sharing their first kiss some time ago having him deprived. He doesn’t think much of the kiss initially, his mind convincing him it were just another daydream. But her lips felt so much softer, so. . . real.
“Sulli-ah.” He chuckles out softly; eyes still shut as it was too much of a pain to focus on multiple things at a time. With an open palm planted on the ground, supporting most of his weight, gravity begins working its magic he slowly begins to lean towards his companion. Smile growing as he finally gazes at those pink lips he always snuck glances at. Gentle fingers gaze across her warming cheeks. Another hand somehow instinctively finding the small of her back, he pulls her in a little too roughly than intended. Chuckling happily, he takes her lips with his own. Heart rate racing. Mind swimming with every happy moment he's had with Sulli; he mimics every romantic scene he had ever witnessed. Deepening the kiss much more than she had, he hadn't realized that he had been leaning in closer.
Planting her on her back (and good thing he had the floor padded with every pillow he could find, cushioning the little fall) he just smiles in the kiss, never letting it break before he pecks her one last time, slowly pulling away.
"Sulli-ah. . ." He mused with a smile, his lips still hovering over hers, as he hadn't moved an inch. "Do it again."
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