"Can I tempt you?"
“Of course not.” The pitch in her tone was liberally coated with discontent, sloe-eyed gaze finding his after tactically roaming the room with some leisure. In a lax moment where between seconds she let her mind wander, she finds that although she still isn’t entirely fond of the close cropped cut, it was still somehow undeniably Kibum, inward shrug accompanying the assessment. How charming.With the slightest twitch at lips budding like cognac, she recalls various key moments –(see the irony in that?)– in which she would so graciously be reminded to stop playing so hard to get. Eyes dragged heavily over the proffered drink, condensation dewing at its glass even as it lazed under the hand of a pink palmed Kibummie, and with the most gratuitous of sighs, Hyejin relented, soft but hard. “Almost always. What is it?”