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20: upside down kiss (ΘεΘ;)
jiyong calls for the brunette, the third time from the kitchen, with no slightest bit of response. “are you dead?” jiyong spits, irritated. he lets the cooking be, because it will take about another ten minutes, so jiyong walks out to see what the demon’s up to. he hopes she’s not glued to the damn tv again, she blocks out everything else but the show.
worst, she’s on the nintendo, playing pokemon. as if reading his mind, she replies lazily, “i’ve got a deprived child slash teenhood, don’t judge.” she hugs the cushion and has her head leaned against the couch. “i didn’t say anything.” jiyong responds and hovers over her. her eyes don’t leave the player as she shoots back, “you could just teleport over instead of croaking my name like a broken recorder.”
jiyong doesn’t believe it, where she gets her chill pill from, and how she’s just not afraid to speak her mind. true, what she said was very true, and perhaps that got jiyong a little off. he rolls his eyes, “you don’t understand,” and clicks his tongue.
“then make me understand,” her voice is a little monotonously, and jiyong grins at that, because a wild thought strike his mind. he pulls the nintendo away and goes close to her, upside down and all, but that’s no problem — in fact, it kinda amps the excite factor. he kisses her, feeling the curve of lips in a different way, and how soft and sweet she taste and how addictive kissing can be. eunji gasps at first, but now she’s trying to be the dominant one in the kiss. jiyong usually likes things his way, but he gives in to her. she pulls away first, panting, and jiyong smirks, “how’s that for deoxygenation?”
