You trudged down the stairs, still half-asleep but hungry. You rubbed your eyes, clearing anything out. ‘I wonder what oppas talked about last night.’ You finally found your way to the kitchen and started to pour yourself a cup of coffee. Reaching into the refrigerator, you found creamer and began to pour a large amount into the steaming cup. You felt a light touch on your waist, causing your hand to jerk and spill creamer on the counter. You put the bottle of cream down and patted behind you. “Which oppa is this?” You felt someone’s face and turned around. “Sungyeol oppa!!” Your face lit up like a Christmas tree. 

Sungyeol grinned back and lightly knocked foreheads with you. “Hey, beautiful.” 

You blushed at the nickname and looked down. 

Something caught his eye as he reached out to touch it. He gently the fading pink mark on your neck with his finger. You shivered at the touch. He met eyes with you, half serious, half joking. “Please tell me I gave you this,” referring to the mark. 

You were partially stunned that he would even ask you that, but you gave him a big smile. “Of course,” you assured him and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. 

He beamed at you and leaned his forehead on yours. “I miss doing that,” he nodded at your neck.

You giggled. “It’s only been three days,” you reminded him. Yo