Scarlet Strings.

A Drunken Mess

Or at least, that was the plan. Except Ha-Joon was faster. The moment she pushed him down, his hands shot out, gripping her waist. Before she could react, he pulled, and suddenly, Scarlet found herself falling onto his lap.

Her breath hitched. His arms locked around her, holding her firmly against him. Their faces were inches apart, his warm breath fanning against her lips. His dark eyes, usually playful, darkened as they flickered down to her mouth.

Scarlet barely had time to process the moment before he moved. His lips crashed against hers. She gasped, her hands flying to his shoulders, but Ha-Joon didn't give her a chance to pull away. He tilted his head, deepening the kiss, his fingers gripping her waist tightly.

It wasn't like before. This wasn't a teasing kiss, or a playful one. This was hungry. Desperate. Like he had been holding back for far too long. Scarlet's mind screamed at her to stop this. But her body? Her body betrayed her.

Before she could think, she was kissing him back. Her fingers curled into his shirt, pulling him closer as her lips moved against his. His hands roamed up her back, pressing her even tighter against him as if he wanted to mold her into himself.

And then, in one swift move, Ha-Joon flipped them. Scarlet let out a small gasp as she landed on the bed, Ha-Joon hovering over her. His lips never left hers, his body pressing against hers, warm and firm.

Her heart pounded. She could still taste the soju on his lips, mixed with something distinctly him. It was intoxicating in a way she didn't expect. "Ha-Joon..." she breathed between kisses.

He groaned, trailing his lips down her jawline, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses against her skin. "Say my name again," he murmured.

Scarlet clenched her eyes shut. "You're drunk."

"And you're beautiful," he whispered, his lips finding hers again.

Scarlet's resolve was crumbling, her body betraying her mind. His hands skimmed down her waist, gripping her hips as he pressed into her. The heat between them was undeniable, burning through the haze of alcohol and emotions.

Then, suddenly... A knock at the door. Scarlet's eyes shot open. Ha-Joon, still lost in his drunken haze, merely groaned in frustration. "Go away!" he called out.

Scarlet snapped back to reality. She shoved against his chest, forcing some distance between them. "We need to stop."

He pouted. "But why?"

"Because someone's at the door, you idiot!"

Ha-Joon let out a defeated groan, flopping onto the bed beside her. "You always ruin my fun, Red."

Scarlet exhaled sharply, pushing herself off the bed. Her entire body was still tingling, her lips still swollen from his kisses. She needed a moment. A long, long moment. But she didn't have time for that. Taking a deep breath, she straightened her clothes and went to open the door, praying that whoever it was hadn't heard anything.

Scarlet hesitated for only a moment before opening the door. Ha-Neul stood there. Her breath caught in her throat. His gaze flickered over her, first to her face, then down to her lips. Scarlet swallowed hard, realizing her mistake.

Her lower lip was slightly swollen, a faint trickle of blood escaping the corner. She instinctively wiped it with her thumb. But Ha-Neul's sharp eyes didn't miss anything. Then, his gaze shifted past her, landing on Ha-Joon.

Ha-Joon, who was still lying lazily on the bed, his hoodie slightly unbuttoned, his hair tousled, looking completely unbothered. Ha-Neul's fingers curled against his palm. It hurt. God, it hurts. But he didn't say anything. Instead, he held out Ha-Joon's phone. "You left it downstairs."