Han Jisung

Khan laughed—a quiet, shaky laugh. He still held you tightly, pressing you to his chest as if he were afraid that if he loosened his grip, you would disappear.

And when he heard your words... he threw his head back sharply and laughed louder. Not embarrassedly... but from overwhelming happiness.

"Yes... I'm a fool in love!" he whispered into your hair and kissed the top of your head three times in a row.

Then he carefully pulled back just enough to look into your eyes. His own sparkled with emotion: joy… tenderness… delight…

And without further ado, he kissed you again—this time with his lips. Slowly... deeply... like the first time five years ago...

Kai snorted at the table:

— Kissing again!