A short drabble, and no, I have not forgotten about this fic. Just out of words and full of ideas.

“Hey.”

I tear my eyes away from the book in my hands. “What?” I huff an air of frustration. I was on to a good part. Both the girl and boy are lying under the stars and the situation just screams that they kiss. I mean, finally.

“Kiss me,” Jeongmin says with such casualness. He’s sprawled all over the couch, limbs hanging everywhere and his head hanging off of the side of the furniture. He’s wearing a simple white tank top and some sweatpants. It’s nearing midnight and Jeongmin and Hyunseong had just gotten back from extra dance practice. I’m pretty sure he hasn’t even showered yet.

I roll my eyes at him and turn back to my book. “No. Go away. I’m reading,” I tell him. I purposely flip my body around and away from him, literally burying my nose in the pages. “And you stink,” I add.

I hear him grumble. I ignore him. Stupid idiot boyfriend and his stupid demands – Jo Kwangmin is no one’s servant. I hear some more grumbling, louder and almost whining. I ignore him again and continue reading. He grumbles yet again and I shush him.

He sighs and I contain my smile.

I flip through few more pages when suddenly my book is ripped from my fingers. I whip around and glare at Jeongmin, who smirks at me and callously throws my stolen book over his shoulder.

“I was reading!”

Jeongmin steps over my long legs and beams down at me. “And now we’re making out.”

I open my mouth to protest but then his hand is pushing me down and he’s on top of me and suddenly his tongue is in my mouth and – oh god.

The book is long, long forgotten.