Who is most likely to answer "what do you want to eat?" With "you"
You scroll through restuarant after restaurant, hundreds of city eateries blurring past your impatient thumb. Italian. Korean. Chinese. Vietnamese. American…
Changkyun sits on the edge of the leather sofa in front of where you stand. He’s flicking two silver rings between his fingers, his eyes hot against your bare legs.
“What do you want to eat?” you ask, voice quiet.
You feel fingers lace around the back of your thighs, squeezing tight. You look away from your phone and down to where his fingers are snaking up the length of your waist and hips to slowly catch the hem of your tee and lift it above the waistband of your shorts. His eyes gaze up, looking for yours, as his lips kiss the little sliver of exposed skin.
“You.” he whispers.