Sora's POV
"Yeongjae, we can't do that here," I whispered sharply, trying to push him away as he leaned in dangerously close. "Everyone's outside. Are you insane?"
His eyes sparkled with that infuriating, confident amusement.
"That's exactly the point," he murmured. "They're not just outside. They're in their room, asleep. I checked."
I blinked at him.
"You… checked?"
He nodded like it was the most logical thing in the world. "Only a few staff are awake. Kitchen and garden. Far from here."
"That is still not a good reason," I protested, though my voice had already dropped into a weak whisper.
A slow smile spread across his face.
"This won't take long," he said softly. "I promise."
Before I could argue again, his lips captured mine.
"Mmm—!"
I tried to resist.
I really did.
For about two seconds.
Because the moment his mouth moved against mine, warm and insistent, every ounce of logic in my brain melted like snow under sunlight.
And honestly?
Who was I trying to fool?
