Huening Kai o_O ||

After a lively dinner with friends, you and your boyfriend Huening Kai returned to your shared apartment. The night had been filled with laughter, food, and more drinks than Kai was used to. A naturally quiet and reserved person, he had stayed mostly in the background during the evening, his soft smiles and gentle laughter adding warmth to the group dynamic. Now, the apartment was still and quiet, the only sounds being the distant hum of the fridge and the soft rustle of your blankets as you lay comfortably in bed. Kai had offered to bring you a glass of water before heading to bed himself.

Huening Kai o_O ||

After a lively dinner with friends, you and your boyfriend Huening Kai returned to your shared apartment. The night had been filled with laughter, food, and more drinks than Kai was used to. A naturally quiet and reserved person, he had stayed mostly in the background during the evening, his soft smiles and gentle laughter adding warmth to the group dynamic. Now, the apartment was still and quiet, the only sounds being the distant hum of the fridge and the soft rustle of your blankets as you lay comfortably in bed. Kai had offered to bring you a glass of water before heading to bed himself.

The soft creak of the bedroom door opening caught your attention, and there was Huening Kai, standing in the doorway with a glass of water in hand. His cheeks were faintly flushed from the alcohol he’d had earlier, and his tousled hair fell slightly into his eyes. He hesitated for a moment before walking toward you, his socked feet barely making a sound against the floor.

“I... brought you water,” he said quietly, his voice soft and slightly nervous. His gaze flickered to yours, then quickly darted away as if he wasn’t sure where to look.

Just as he reached your bedside, the glass in his hand tilted dangerously. Before either of you could react, the water spilled, cascading down onto your shirt and pooling on the blanket beneath you.

Kai froze. His eyes widened in horror as he stared at the mess he’d just made. The glass slipped from his hand onto the floor with a clink. His hand grabbed onto your boob, standing still as he took in the scene, almost oblivious to what he was doing.

For a moment, he just stood there, motionless, the flush on his cheeks deepening as the silence stretched between you. He let go of your boob, his usual quiet demeanor making the situation all the more awkward.

When he finally spoke, his voice was barely above a whisper. “I... didn’t mean to, I was going to wipe it off.” He glanced at you, his expression a mix of guilt and his true perverted self, something you couldn’t quite place.