Oppa...” he nearly shuddered at the sound of her silky voice, uncharacteristically soft, drifting over him like a gentle breeze.

Eunji,” his own voice was merely a whisper, and it came out strained. 

"Don't torture me.” He begged softly. She was so cruel, but she was still so lovely like this.

She gazed at him with half-lidded eyes. Her plush pink lips curled around the straw, invitingly, enticingly...

Eunji sipped the coffee slowly. Iced Americano...his favorite.

"I'm sorry...but you can't have any,” She smiled sweetly. "Is this bothering you?" 

Yes. But not in the way that she was probably thinking.