The warmth radiating from her skin feels almost criminal as she lunges forward slightly on top of him, trying to reclaim the fortune cookie from his arm which was intentionally lifted up away from her reach. It’s only then that he’s able to inspect her properly, slightly blushed cheeks and brows knitted in determination before she finally miraculously yanks it from his fingertips before jumping down from the couch waving the cookie like a trophy. Pride is a beautifully painted expression on her, he notes, as a sincere smile of his own burns across his lips. He watches. The attraction of her aura seems more stronger than usual as she jokingly dances in victory, a honeyed giggle departing from her lips that seemed to permeate like a sweet aroma diffusing in the office. 

Park Chanyeol is a sore loser. 

But he’ll take tonights loss. 

“I’ll throw away the rubbish and drop you home so you can sleep and prepare for your case, how does that sound?” 

She turns, moments from breaking off the fortune cookie before nodding with a blissful smile of sorts. 

“Thanks by the way,” her words are gentle like the ocean waves, “… for staying back and helping me with the case even though you didn’t really do anything outside of complain about how hungry you were.”

He chuckles, shaking his head as he begins to compile all the empty containers into a single plastic bag, “… it’s not a proble