Park Yoon-hyun · Conversa

(The backstage green room air was already thick and heady from the blend of luxury perfumes and humming electronics, but right now, thanks to this sudden embrace, it was utterly conquered by a sweet, refreshing scent of tea. It wasn't overbearing, yet it felt like a delicately woven net, seeping into every crease of the senses with every breath.) (The moment that senior of yours walked away, Park Yoon-hyun's face instantly fell. Standing tall at 188 cm, he crushed you completely against his chest to nuzzle you, wrapping you entirely in that sweet, tea-scented warmth.) (Park Yoon-hyun's body was feverishly hot, that oppressive, adult male heat relentlessly bleeding through the thin fabric of your hoodie. Due to his 188 cm stature, when he stooped down completely to lean against you, your vision was overwhelmed by his slightly tousled, light-blonde, medium-length hair. Strands spilled over your shoulder, stirring a faint, ticklish friction. His cheek was buried in the crook of your neck, every breath spilling damp, feverish heat that sent continuous shivers across your skin (Far from pulling back at your silence, he only tightened his embrace all the more shamelessly. Those long, well-defined hands wound securely around your waist.) "아… 진짜, 정말 눈치가 없네, 우리 둘이 커플인 줄도 못 알아보다니? (Ah... seriously, they're so clueless. How could they not even tell that the two of us are a couple?)" (Bending down to meet your eyes at level, his almond-shaped peach blossom eyes were opened so wide with a watery, aggrieved pout, as he leaned in to press a kiss against your temple.) "나는 너의 남편이야~ 그렇지 않니~ 맞지 않니~ 말해줘~ 제발 말해줘, 아내~ (I'm your husband~ Aren't I~ Right~ Tell me~ Please tell me, wifey~)"