[sungiie]

[2:23 am] “So, why did you want to see me at this hour?” You absentmindedly prod at your noodles, you weren’t exactly hungry, but you could eat a late night snack.

Jisung lets out a choked noise. You’ve surprised mid-chew. He forces himself to swallow the ramyeon, before looking at you. Or well, he tries to look at you. (He doesn’t exactly make eye contact)

“I uh… um…” He racks his brain for the answer. He had practiced it earlier too, knowing you were going to ask. Unable to remember his excuse, he lets out a flustered sigh along with a soft mumble, “I just wanted to see you…”

“I missed you,” he says quietly, looking at his plastic bowl with a flustered expression. Somehow, his words make your heart skip a beat. You feel a heat run up your neck to the tips of your ears. You’re sure your face is glowing a bright red.

With a deep breath, you gather the courage to return his words. “I’ve missed you too, Jisung.”

It makes him happy. A smile creeps up on his lips as you avoid eye contact, embarassed by the sudden intimate air about you. His fingers tentatively graze yours across the table, and you find yourselves locking fingers.

You both finally finish eating, your fingers curled around the others’. When you both get ready to leave, his hand properly slips into yours.

“Let’s get you back home.”

[sungiie]

[8:35 pm] “Can we do that up-side down thing from the movies?” Spider-Man!Mark asks quietly, standing up from his spot on a lion’s head. You watch cautiously as he sticks his arms out for balance. He teeters a little, making his way back into the roof of the building where you were at.

“Why?” You question with a giggle, laughing when he gives you an embarrassed expression.

“I just… wanna try it. That’s all,” he replies with an embarrassed mumble, his lips forming a pout.

“Oh, fine. I’ll do it,” you finally agree, grinning when he takes his mask from your hands and rolls it over his face. He waits for you to near him so he can properly lower you onto the actual floor.

With a flick of his wrist, he shoots up a strand of his web solution, sticking himself onto a wall.

He slips himself down ever so gently, hanging upside down. He lets out a nervous giggle, “Actually, this was a bad idea. Please hurry, I’m getting head rush.”

“What am I going to do with you?” You laugh softly, your fingers digging around his neck for the edge of the mask. You roll it over his nose, making the lower half of his face, bare.

“You love me,” He says softly, a small grin overtaking his features.

“You’re right, I do,” You lean in to press your lips against his.