⛥ THIRTY TWO ⛥

                                    

                                          






YN's heart plummeted like a stone, a wave of surprise and shock rolling over her as Jeonghan suddenly pressed his lips against her own. Her hands, almost of their own accord, reflexively reached out to push him away.
Jeonghan's body was awash with anger, his entire being ignited with a fiery rage as he remembered YN's earlier prank. His jaw clenched, and his eyes narrowed as he felt a wave of irritation crash over him.


In that moment, all he could focus on was his resentment towards YN, the anger burning in his chest like a smoldering fire. Her audacity to play a trick on him gnawed at him, fueling his temper and making his muscles tense.


Jeonghan's lips pressed against hers more forcefully, his tongue seeking access to her mouth as his arms encircled her frame, holding her tightly in place. His body, tense with anger, was unheeding of her attempts to escape his grasp, his hands gripping her firmly as he continued to kiss her with a ferocious intensity.


Jeonghan's chest heaved with a mixture of frustration and desire, his heart pounding loudly in his ears as he continued his assault on her lips. His hands roved over her body, gripping her hips and pulling her closer, his actions a mixture of anger and something much more primal.



Just as Jeonghan was immersed in the intensity of the kiss, a sudden shower of white powder cascaded down upon them. Startled, he pulled away, his anger momentarily forgotten as they both sputtered and shook their heads, sending a cloud of flour into the air. A bag of flour had fallen from an open cabinet above them, having been carelessly left open by YN earlier.


Jeonghan's frustration was replaced by surprise and confusion as he tried to shake the flour from his hair. He looked at YN with a mixture of annoyance and incredulity. "Did you seriously forget to close the cabinet?" he asked, his voice tinged with irritation.


YN's mind was still hazy from the unexpected kiss, her heart still racing from the intensity of the moment. However, hearing Jeonghan's accusatory tone, her anger flared up again, the heat rising in her cheeks.
"Excuse me?" she retorted, her voice sharp and defiant. "You're the one who just pounced on me and stole my kiss!"


Her hands planted firmly on his chest, YN pushed him away with a sharp shove. "You don't just get to kiss people whenever you feel like it," she huffed, her eyes flashing.
Jeonghan stumbled backwards, caught off guard by her strength and the fire in her eyes. He reached up to run a hand through his flour-covered hair, letting out an exasperated sigh. "I didn't 'pounce on you,'" he argued, his tone defensive.


YN's irritation and anger grew even more as Jeonghan's words reached her ears, his nonchalant attitude infuriating her further.
"You have some nerve," she muttered, narrowing her eyes at him. "How can you be so blasé about it?"


She stepped closer to him, her voice rising in volume. "You can't just kiss people without their consent"
Jeonghan looked at her with a mixture of defensiveness and amusement. "Oh, come on," he said, rolling his eyes. "You're overreacting. It was just a kiss."

However, the look he received from YN was one of pure aggravation. She crossed her arms and shot him a glare, clearly not amused by his dismissive attitude.



As Mingyu entered the kitchen, the sight of YN and Jeonghan both covered in flour caught his attention instantly. He stopped dead in his tracks, a look of disbelief and amusement on his face.
"What happened to you two?" he asked incredulously, his eyes flickering between them and the white powder coating their skin and clothes.