It wasn't the drink that got him. It wasn't even the kiss, though the kiss had done significant damage. It was the smile after. That specific, unguarded, quietly delighted smile that she made when she forgot to be careful, the one that had nothing performing in it. It landed somewhere behind his ribs and sat down and made itself comfortable.
He opened his mouth.
She raised her eyebrows.
He closed his mouth.
She turned back toward the dance floor.
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Neither of them saw the cameras.
Or rather, they didn't think about cameras, because for about forty-five seconds they had both stopped thinking about cameras entirely, which was the kind of thing that happened at a party in Tokyo when you were Jung Haejin's girlfriend and had just stolen his drink.
Three photographers caught it. Two were credentialed press. One was a freelancer who had a fast upload speed and absolutely no intention of sitting on anything that good.
The Gleams fan thread got it in under four minutes.
