Meical leaned in again and kissed Min-jae's cheek.
Then the other cheek.
Then the tip of his nose.
Min-jae blinked slowly. "…Are you done?"
Meical didn't answer.
Instead, he kissed the corner of his mouth.
Min-jae leaned back, brows knitting.
"Meical. I'm trying to talk."
He needed to know Meical's plan to see if they aligned with his own plan.
Another kiss landed on his jaw this time.
"Seriously."
Another kiss, higher on his cheek.
"I'm going to punch you."
Another kiss, right at the corner of his lips.
Min-jae inhaled sharply through his nose. "I am warning you."
Meical finally pulled back half an inch, just enough to smirk. "But you taste sweet."
Min-jae stared at him. "I smell like juice. There is a difference."
Meical hummed, completely unbothered. "Not to me."
He leaned forward, aiming for another kiss, and Min-jae lifted a hand to block him.
Meical simply kissed the palm of his hand instead.
Min-jae's eyes widened. "Did you just—"
