Send "Drunken Kiss" for my muse to kiss yours while drunk.
He had no right to do that to her. She was a strong woman, stronger than most of the other females he had met so far in his life, and more often than not he found it quite admirable how she always managed to carry herself with such elegance. Of course, one couldn’t deny that it would also attract people to her, but Junmyeon preferred to think that it was natural for people to adore beauty, whether that was in form of a certain thing or a person, it didn’t matter. Beauty in itself would always remain something that was going to catch the eye of something else, thus it served to please.
And he had no right to take that away from her, to take an innocent beauty and rip it away from its roots. What she had, it belonged purely to herself. Still, it was Junmyeon pressing his lips on hers, even though he did it carefully, as if looking out not to break a growing flower. Maybe he should regret the gesture, should apologize and explain that what he was currently doing happened in the heat of the moment, but he didn’t manage to and instead focused on deepening the kiss.
As long as she wasn’t going to push him away, it couldn’t be wrong.
