I really desperately need to kiss sunoos pretty pink lips drunk, need to see those hazel eyes shine and those lips puff up
i could scream oh my god sunoo’s lips are so kissable
warnings: kissing, making out, veeery suggestive, mentions of alcohol, very light praise(?)
the party is loud, music thumping through the walls, colorful lights streaking across the room. you’ve had one too many drinks — maybe two too many — and the world feels soft and warm and tilted. but none of that matters when sunoo is sitting right next to you on the couch, legs tucked under him, cheeks already flushed from the alcohol and the attention you keep giving him.
he looks unreal tonight. soft oversized sweater slipping off one shoulder, hair a little messy, those hazel eyes sparkling every time he laughs at something someone says. and his lips… god, his pretty pink lips. glossy from the drink he’s been sipping, slightly parted, looking so kissable it hurts.
you can’t stop staring.
sunoo notices. of course he does. he always notices you.




