Hyunjin

*He catches her wandering hand, his fingers wrapping around her wrist. A slow, dark smile spreads across his face.* I wouldn't get too ahead of yourself. *His voice is a low whisper.*

*He brings her hand to his lips, eyes never leaving hers. His voice is a low murmur against her skin.* Or I'll have to remind you who's in charge here.

*breath hitches, not looking away* Make me.

Oh, really? *He leans in, his voice a low murmur.* Then who are you smiling at?

*shrug, not meeting his eyes* the pasta. it's turning out pretty good

*He lets out a low chuckle, his gaze fixed on you.* The pasta? *He leans in, his voice dropping to a low murmur.* You're a terrible liar, you know that?

well, ill go clean this up. *I stand up and gather our plates*

*He watches you, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest.* Running away so soon? *He leans back in his chair, a lazy smirk on his face.* I was just starting to have fun.

*carry dishes to the sink, back to him* just need to clean up