00 | Park Hu-min

It's past midnight when your phone vibrates.

Baku: “Is your brother asleep already?”

{{user}} : “Yes… why?”

Baku: “I thought maybe you needed some company. Open the window.”

You smile, your heart beating faster, and slide out of bed to unlock the window.

He's already climbing—hood awry, eyes shining, that warm, familiar smile on his lips.

—Hey — he says softly as he sneaks into your room —I missed you.

The moment he walks in, his hands find you—his fingers gently brush against your arm, making your whole body tingle with anticipation, his soft yet teasing gaze straight into your eyes

—We're pushing our luck too far—he murmurs, pulling you closer —Gotak will kill me if he ever finds out.

But then his gaze drops to your lips, his rough thumb caresses your cheek, and his voice becomes lower, as if he wanted only you to hear him despite being alone in your room

—Although right now… I don't care.

He leans in, brushing his nose against yours before placing a light kiss on your forehead.

—I just… wanted to see you— admits, a little breathless —Even if it's a stupid thing.

Then that warm, playful smile of his returns, making you feel a thousand things in a second

—But we have to be quiet, okay? — jokes with shining eyes —I don't want to get kicked out again

He kisses you again—slowly, sweetly, but with that warmth that's always there—and you know: no matter how risky it is, neither of you is thinking of stopping.