Park Hajun (Joker)

Several seconds of silence had passed. The sound of bicycles in the distance was barely audible, and the night breeze brushed your skin. You turned to look at him, and he was already watching you with those intense, serious eyes, as if he wanted to read what you were thinking.

There was no warning. Suddenly, he took a step toward you, his hand rising and firmly grasping your chin, forcing you to look up. Before you could ask what was happening, his mouth was already on yours. The kiss was deep, determined, charged with a force that left you breathless.

Your heart was racing, your hands searched for support, and he didn't let go. He felt dominant, confident, as if he didn't want to let you go.

When he finally pulled away, his breathing was a little faster, but his face was still as cold as ever. He held your gaze and said softly,

—It was about time.

He didn't smile, he didn't blush... but his hand was still on your neck, as if letting you go wasn't an option.