First Kiss

Ha-na stood stock-still as Ji-hoon's lips inched towards hers as though he challenged her – dared her to stop him. She knew what was about to happen was wrong – completely out of question – but for some reason, she remained rooted to the spot.

Her muscles suddenly seemed lax like jelly and her breath came in quick, short gasps. She squeezed her eyes shut, bracing for the worst about to come.

But Ji-hoon's lips moved over hers with surprising gentleness. Compared to his size and penchant for taking liberties at will, Ha-na once again found herself mystified by the man before her.

He never seemed to behave or act as she expected, always doing things that completely threw her mind into deep chaos. And now, his lips – plush, warm, and firm – lingered against hers as if in reverent exploration.