Amusement and trouble curl in a quiet hum toward those lips, it barely masks the infectious mischief the fairy of the night has generously bestowed upon him. Too easy to fall into, too dangerous not to. It doesn't rush and neither does he. Lingering, unmissable. The sharpness of that glint in that boyish grin rivaling that of the colored lights swallowing the entire venue. ❝ Hurt? ❞ Echoing her exact word, low and drawing it out a bit longer as if to test it on his tongue. ❝ I thought I'd earned at least a partial pardon... kinda rich coming from someone who left me hanging with nothing but emojis and false hope. Yeeeoouuuch⸻ ❞
Hand flying across the broad plane of chest, right at the heart, as if that invisible magical fairy dagger had actually landed. An expression only an Asia Artist awardee could pull off—wide-eyed, tragic, and entirely unserious. ❝ Fatal wound. Right here, my dearest fairy. I come all this way, helmet in hand, with my heart wide open. So open only for you to leave it bleeding... With accusations? With slander? ❞ The dramatics would have been too convincing if not for that grin seemingly growing wider as he staggers, chasing it with an utterly charming wink, shameless.
❝ Too cruel... ❞ Still keeping with the theatrics, that ache she had harbored on him, palm still pressed over his chest as though testing for its heartbeat. ❝ Talking about suitors when I don't recall sending applications out tonight... ❞ Hand reaching up, fingers brushing the rim of the helmet still perched crookedly on her head, framing those delicate and dainty features of hers. Gesturing not meaning to fix it... but as an excuse to trace the line of her jaw, fingertips testing how much space still exists between them.
Does it feel nearer or farther like through a phone's screen?
❝ You just happened to walk in and make everyone else irrelevant. ❞ The protective gear now slips easily, knuckles grazing the side of her neck. Warmth against warmth. Touch fleeting yet calculated with each micromovement in every second. The moment allowing him to let his gaze drink everything in—those wings, the way the city lights catch the shimmer at the curve of her shoulder. ❝ Hey, Sana... ❞ Almost slips, almost calls her by the name saved on his phone (mommy). Tone shifting to something softer yet obviously lilted with that undercurrent that says he's about to get away with something. ❝ Do you trust me? ❞
A fit of giggles left her parted lips, smile growing as he used her exact words back at her. The flirting was exhalerating, natural between them yet Sana knew that was all it would ever be. Just playful flirting. "It wasn't false when I offered it." The fairy shared, turning to look up at him from her height. "You made it that way." Sana pointed out, head tilted to the side and eyes wider than usual as she looked at him through her lashes. The perfect look of innocence as she blinked a couple of times up at him.
The Twice member couldn't help the smile that spread across her features, nose scrunching up at the exageration. "What have I done... your poor, wounded, honor." She teased, playfulness making her eyes sparkle. "Oh, so just tonight?" Her eyebrow raised yet the incredulity in her features shifted into something a tad softer for a second at his touch. Because flirting behind a screen and face to face was fun, but touch, a delicate one like this, could be confusing to some. Sana chuckled. "Lier." The idol called him out, the words a contrast with her smile. Softly humming she tilted her head to the side, pondering her reply to his question.
And just like that the fairy had turned into a mermaid. Turning to the side as her hand slided through the railling as she took a step back, eyes on him as she silently dared him to follow her, lips spread into a smile as her giggles resonated in the air, taunting him into a game of chase she didn't even realize she started. "Depends." Always within reach yet not close enough to touch.
