Perhaps it was the nightly summer breeze that clouded your thoughts with its warmth, or perhaps, the whiff of sweet perfume drowning into your senses whenever Baekhyun would push the swing you were sitting on, further. Swaying back and forth- only to have his gentle hands come to touch your back ever so often.

“You know my curfew was long ago, right? My father is going to be mad.” You breathed in the air, slowly coming to a stop on your swing but still sitting on it, your heart trembled because he was standing behind you- completely aware of the effect his proximity had on you. His low chuckle ringed right next to your ear and your legs felt like jelly in his presence. 

“Oh no,” He cooed huskily, obviously not the slightest sorry. “I’m in trouble, hmm?” It was how his hands had now sneaked around your waist from behind, how he purposedly let his lips ghost teasingly along the skin of your neck that you completely forgot how to breathe. Warmth pooled in your tummy when the tip of his nose caressed the sensitive spot underneath your ear, lips suddenly clasping around your soft lobe and gently on it. His brown locks came into your view as he dipped his head further, placing small kisses along your collarbones. The moist sensation brought you back to your senses.

“What-” you were cut off mid-sentence when he lifted his head to meet your gaze, and you could only bring yourself t