She gasped lightly through her nose, her lips occupied by the others for those few seconds before she pushed him. ” Jongin— ?! What’re you doing?? ” Against her hand, she could feel a quickened heartbeat that matched hers- but she could swear that hers was thudding harder. She retracted her hand from him, feeling goosebumps rise over her skin. With the same hand, she delicately touched her lips, and locked eyes with him once again. Her tongue tasted the liquor that was painted on his lips and her eyes widened slightly. ” You’ve been drinking..?? ” And for a moment, maybe, she had thought this was a sincere kiss.
When the door had been opened by Mari, Jongin couldn't help but feel an overwhelming rush of joy and giddiness just at the sight of her. There he was, intoxicated and exhausted from his long night of who even wants to remember, simply wishing for a place of sanctuary. And like a miracle, she had somehow appeared in front of him after he had followed his feet drunkenly to her door. In his excitement, he took her by the shoulders and pressed his lips to hers, only to blink confusedly at her when she did not seem to share his elation. The tingle left on his mouth only served to muddle his thoughts further, and he struggled to keep his head from spinning.
"Mari, I'm really sorry, I'm just--" he stuttered out, unintentionally pouting as his eyes closed in a sort of childish frustration. "Can I stay here tonight?"
