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( ꩜///꩜;) ⠀ ── ⠀ 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗎𝗍𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗒 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗑
𝒑𝖺͟𝗂͟𝗋͟𝗂͟𝗇͟𝗀 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝗌𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗇 𝗑 𝗀𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝙜𝖾͟𝗇͟𝗋͟𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝒘𝗈͟𝗋͟𝖽 𝒄𝗈͟𝗎͟𝗇͟𝗍 𝟣𝟧𝟣𝟢 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝒘𝖺͟𝗋͟𝗇͟𝗂͟𝗇͟𝗀͟𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍, 𝗌𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗇'𝗌 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾, 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗈𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝒏𝗈͟𝗍͟𝖾͟𝗌 𝖺 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗂 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗅𝗈𝗅𝗌 ( 𝓵𝗂𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗋𝗒 )
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the sweet summer buzz rang through your ears, loud enough to ring through the walls of your apartment. it was sweltering — boiling even, beads of sweat rolling down your neck and chest. the lousy fans you had brought from your old apartment did nothing cool you off, your ac having broke down hours prior to the rising heat.
you couldn’t bear to work in the heat, the feverishly high temperature making it difficult to even think. so far, you were the only one in the building with no air. were you willing to take the chance of going to your neighbor’s apartment and asking for a moment at their place? the answer was yes!
you plucked up your laptop, phone, and keys, locking your door behind you as you fled from your oven-like apartment. the cool air of the hallway made you shiver, but it was welcomed, your free hand patting away the drops of sweat on your neck with the back of your hand.
then it hit; you didn’t know anyone else in the building besides the stupidly handsome new guy that lived on the floor below yours. you bumped into him a few times while doing laundry or when picking up mail, and each time he had some sort of lollipop in his mouth. you hated it — it made his lips incredibly tantalizing, seeing how pretty and plump they were. it had you fantasizing about how good of a kisser he might be, if he pulls that is. everything about him screamed charmer, so there was no doubt he was a ladies man.
as you made your way down to his apartment, which coincidentally located under yours, you had hoped he would let you stay for a bit so you could complete a report for work, or maybe just a few minutes to indulge in the chilling, breezy air of his apartment.
apartment 109, it’s what he said his apartment was when he first introduced himself. that was the only thing you could remember, his name just a funny ringing in your ears when you shared your first interaction with him. you found yourself standing outside his door, too scared too knock. and when you were about to knock, the door opened. it was not him? some other dude, someone you didn’t recognize, had opened the door and he nearly walked into you, too busy talking to whatever his name was.
“oh, shit. i’m sorry,” he said, a thick australian accent seeping through his words. “are you here for sunghoon?”
so that was his name!
you bowed your head as a response, holding your laptop close to your chest, shying in the presence of who you assumed was a friend of his.
“oh, bet! lemme call him over.” and so he did, a bit too loudly for your liking. he excused himself and left, sunghoon walking to the door. when he saw you, he smiled shyly and leaned against the doorframe.
“oh! yn, right..?” he questioned, a popsicle in his hand. his lips were glossy from it, you could tell by how the fluorescent lights of the hallway shone down and reflected off them. his lips were just as pretty as you remembered them.
you blinked away the silly daydream that started in your head, nodding and smiling stupidly at him. god, you were starting to feel a little eager right now. and not in a good way.
“uh, yeah! i was just wondering if i could work here for a little? my ac broke and you’re the only other person i know in the building.”
he pursed his lips and hummed, thinking whether or not he should let you in. he did feel bad, it was a hot day and having a broken ac isn’t ideal. and well.. how could he deny someone as gorgeous as you?
he stopped leaning against the frame, motioning for you to enter with his hand. “come on in, pretty.”
pretty? you? called? he? the name caused your cheeks to burn furiously, thank god he didn’t notice. or so, you thought he didn’t.
he did notice, a triumphant smirk on his face as he closed his door.
to say you got work done was a lie. you were in the living room, sat on his black leather couch, while he was in his kitchen, doing god knows what. cleaning maybe? you didn’t care, not when your eyes kept focusing on him, him and the way he enjoyed the stupid popsicle while he cleaned with one hand. the way he savored the ice pop, watching how his adam’s apple bobbed as he did so, made your throat run dry. it was all so teasing to you, as if he knew you were eyeing him.
you swallowed hard, blinking rapidly a few times before typing up something on your laptop. no matter how hard you tried, though, your eyes always landed on him. and he noticed.
he glanced over at you, and when he saw the way you looked at him, a smirk slowly crept onto his lips.
“you good there?”
you blinked rapidly again. shit.
“ye- yeah, i’m fine.” you lied, mustering a smile that you hoped convinced him you were truly alright.
“riiiight,” he dragged out the “i,” pointing the iced treat at you. “you want some?”
maybe a popsicle could satisfy the odd desire you had. maybe you were just craving something sugary and cool. yeah, that was it! this heat was making you dizzy. wait, was it the heat that made you dizzy or was it the look he was giving you currently? no, it was definitely the heat.
you accepted his offer with a short nod, continuing your work before he handed you the oh-so sweet treat you’ve convinced yourself you’ve been pining after.
except he didn’t give you a fresh-out-the-wrapper popsicle. he sat down and held out his popsicle, the pink and yellow ice pop in your sights now. gazing at how close you were now, your heart beat increased.
“wh- what’re you doing?” you leaned back in shock, placing your laptop next to you on the couch.
his lips formed a small pout. god damn it, how was he so cute?
“you said you wanted some right?” he ran the cold treat against your bottom lip, coating it with its sweet syrup.
he brought the popsicle back to his lips, softly suckling it, his adam’s apple bobbing again. his chocolate brown eyes were on you, watching the way you gulped hard again.
was he getting a kick out of this? it sure seemed like it with the way he smirked again, not taking his eyes off you as he continued savoring the popsicle. your heart beat increased, and you swore it could explode with the way he’s teasing you right now.
“want another taste?” the brunette tauntingly waved the popsicle around, the sly smirk on his lips never faltering.
in a trance, you nodded, his words going in through one ear and out the other. his words rung through your ears again, just like they did when you first met him. too dazed to even care, you leaned in to meet his lips.
his right hand cupped your cheek, his lips pressed against yours as he closed the gap between the two of you. his left hand held that godforsaken popsicle, which he was hesitant to let go of.
his movements were languid, as if he were trying to rile you up. his lips were sticky, as expected from the way he [ word ] the popsicle. but it was tasty. intoxicating. dream-like, even. it had you aching for more, your kisses growing desperate and hungry for more of him. it’s not everyday you get to kiss the pretty boy from apartment 109, and you wanted to take advantage of this magical moment.
while the two of you graciously explored each other’s mouths, you carefully situated yourself on his lap. you were uncertain about taking it too fast, but that small worry of yours bubbled away when sunghoon placed his hands under your thighs, pulling you closer to him, the ice pop landing on his wooden floors with a soft thud.
your hands found their place in his hair, a growing temptation to tug at it. you couldn’t deny that his tresses were silky to the touch, and a part of you wondered what reaction you’d garner if you did pull on it. giving into the temptation, you gently grasped his locks, a low groan rumbling past sunghoon’s lips.
his hands trailed up your plush thighs and to your waist, a delicate grip on your hips. the feeling of his soft hands caused goosebumps to rise against your skin, a shiver running down your spine. his touch made your stomach bubble with anxiety and excitement, thoughts of what might come later racing through your mind.
the popsicle was long forgotten, a puddle of sickly sweet syrup pooling on the floor as the two of you continued your sugary exchange, the taste of strawberry lemonade lingering in both your mouths.
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