( anything tastes good when it comes from hyunsu's mouth. she's tempted in her own way to explore anything right now, to let herself take and keep taking from hyunsu, who she's sure would let her. hyunsu doesn't lie. but it's a little like a pebble in her shoe, a thought that takes root inside her. he might say he'd give her anything, but what about him? what if she mistreated him, and didn't even know it?

leaning back, her hand pushes further in, carding through his hair. she gives it a little tug. )

Open. ( when he does, eunyu's expression is a little serious — not the seriousness that comes from a severe topic, but the kind of serious born from arguing pizza toppings, or where they should go for dinner. ) You shouldn't say "anything." Then how will I know if you really want something? ( she clicks her tongue. ) You're important, too. It shouldn't all be about what I want. You should tell me — "Eunyu, why not kiss me? Why not do more than that?" Try it.