Literature
Saranghaeyo
“Hey.”
N turned at the sound of her voice, only to blink in surprise at the minor distance between their faces. “Yes White?” he asked, quite surprisingly in fact as White leaned closer. Her arms comfortably rested on the armchair of the sofa that he sat, and a cheeky little smirk curved her lips to see the red in his cheeks.
Without another word, White placed a soft kiss on his forehead. The simple act startled N nevertheless, his hands almost dropped the book that he was reading. A few seconds and a dumbfounded blink later, N stared as White stood up straight.
Her smirk softened to a smile, cheeks just as adorably