Jung Ara had an intrigued look on her enviously pretty face, crunching on a packet of potato chips beside her. She eyed up the individual in front of her carefully, ready to take on the challenge.

"I'll take you up on that offer," she responded cooly as her hand darted yet again into the large bag. It was her favorite flavour, lightly spiced with paprika.

Sitting on the opposite side of Ara on her living room's comfy sofa was a smug Kyungsoo who held a glass of water in one hand and Ara's hand in the other. He held it tighter as the first question blurted out.

"When did you first begin to like me?"

Eyes bulging for a second from the sheer bluntness, it took Ara a couple seconds to recover and coherently finalize an answer. When did she first like him?

"When you drove me all the way to Busan and back, that's when I fully began contemplating whether my feelings for you were platonic," she admitted, blushing when his slight grin appeared in seconds. "I came to realize that it wasn't."

"That late?" He pouted slightly adorably, placing the glass on the coffee table without retracting his hand from Ara.

Her eyebrows raised. "Hm, when did you like me then?"

Kyungsoo bit his lip before thinking way back to when exactly he liked her. When didn't he like her, to be honest? "When you told me about your Dad being ill...I thought it was really endearing that you'd trust me enough to tell me something so private."

Grabbing onto his other hand and pulling him a little closer, she couldn't hide the beam growing. "You're attentive."

"That's new to you? Anyways; who would you, out of the other guys, date if it wasn't for me?"

For a second, Ara's mind was blank. Surprisingly enough, even though the others were extremely handsome in their own unique ways, she'd never seen them more than just friends. Out of all of them, whos personality really meshed with hers?

"Probably Jongdae," she concluded. "He's funny and kind. And, judging by Yuna, really goes all out for a girl."

"Yeah, Kim Jongdae is the definition of whipped," he agreed afterwards, suddenly realizing how similar the two were. "I'm just really glad you didn't say Chanyeol or I'd cry. Girls always seem to go for tall guys."

She let out a loud laugh. "I'm really short myself, so. What was everyones reaction when you told them you'd be a father?"

"Both Juhyun and I's parents were really happy but worried because we were very young. Taeyeon fainted on the spot. The guys were generally overjoyed and slightly jealous that I became a full fledged adult starting a family. Probably also because half of them were single."

"You're kidding me!" It was definitely the reaction of Taeyeon that stuck with Ara the most. "I wish I was there to see her faint."

Kyungsoo shifted from the sitting position he was in, inwardly grinning at the memories swarming through his mind. "Yeah...it wasn't as funny at the time. What was your first impression of me?"

"I thought, wow he's decent looking in comparison to that old guy across the hallway. And then when you opened your mouth, all of that disappeared."

"Fair enough," he said casually before letting go of her hands completely. "It's cool."

"How many girls have you dated before me?"

That was a awkward question. Based on Ara's beady eyes, she was curious on what would be the outcome. She was praying it weren't, like, five girls, although it was unfair to him.

Kyungsoo cleared his throat. "Apart from Juhyun, two others girls? The relationships with them were pretty brief. How many questions left?"

"Fourteen," Ara replied before eating more of the tasty paprika chips.

"Okay...if you had a child, what would their name be? Girl and boy."

She raised a brow. "I don't know, never really thought of that. I don't want something cringe like naming them after their parents, but I'd want to name my son after my Dad. To keep his memory fresh, I guess."

Ara's voice slightly trailed off because of a buildup in tears forming around her eyes. Even if it was two years since her Dad died, it would never stop being as painful as when it happened. Kyungsoo leaned over and patted her shoulder before wiping one of the stray tears slipping down one eye.

"Anyways," she sniffed. "Who came up with Kyungri's name?"

"Both Juhyun and I. We had a pact that if the baby's a girl, she'd be named similarly to me, and vice versa," he explained, Ara nodding. "These questions are so dull."

"Think of better ones then!"

"Okay. Do you ever see yourself marrying me?" He asked with a quirk of one bushy brow. Ara was surprised to say the least. It was pretty abrupt.

She took her glass of water again and sipped it. "Yeah. I do. I'm not particularly someone who casually dates — and our relationship's gone too far to back out of it now, so."

"Too far?" Quirking his eyebrows yet again like the absolute idiot he was, Kyungsoo's gaze ripped into Ara. "Elaborate."

She immediately began blushing at the possible meanings that could arise from her answer. It was innocent, technically. Or was it? "You know what I mean!"

"I don't?"

"U—uh, can you just shut up?"

He began chuckling at her humiliation but continued to jab into it. "I'm meant to be teaching Kyungri about the birds and the bees one day...might as well get guidance from an actual teacher."

"Kyungsoo, I swear to God," Ara quickly stood up from the increasingly confining sofa, giving him a steely look. She wasn't one to talk about inappropriate stuff. Kyungsoo wasn't either, unlike his trash friends who spoke of it regularly as lonely and single idiots, but it was amusing to see her squirm like this. "My apartment's literally a second away. Once I go in, I'm not coming back. Possibly for good."

Laughing uncontrollably, he attempted to grab her hands and pull her back onto the sofa. "I'm kidding, I really am! Don't go."

Ara sat back down with a grimace. "I'm watching you."

"Your turn to ask a question!"

"Hm," she contemplated. Since his question was pretty serious, she would reciprocate. "At this point of this relationship, would you say you loved Juhyun or I more?"

"That's a nice question," Kyungsoo replied sarcastically. "I'd say I loved you both the same, in all honesty, because at this part Juhyun and I got engaged so it was pretty serious. But this doesn't mean our relationship will end up like Juhyun and I's. That one was a recipe for disaster from the start."

Ara nodded after a while. She obviously should've expected his answer but it was slightly painful all the same. Even though she technically asked for it, the word love and Juhyun was still a little touchy to her. "Fair enough."

"Don't pout, you look stupid," he joked half heartedly, holding her chin with one hand. "Even if I loved you two the same at this point, I just know that for the coming years, my love for her and you would never compare."

She attempted to play off the growing grin on her face with a bite of her lip, but it was simply impossible. Seconds later her smile practically reached each side of her face. "Ah, stop!"

"You're cute."

"I know."

—

An hour zoomed past in the household where the sun was replaced with a shining moon, darkness covering the skies. It was probably ten in the evening, hardly late. But upon seeing the pitch black of the outside made Ara yawn a little. She was just glad the next day was a Saturday, so it didn't matter how late it was. The twenty questions game had ended long ago, and the pair just sat under the moonlight, of course a ceiling above their head, talking about trivial matters. Friends, family and the future in general.

Holding one of the sofa cushions close to her, Ara nuzzled the softness of it with her nose. "I've got so much marking to do. I didn't realize how much work elementary school children do."

"If you're feeling tired you can go home now," the surprisingly wide awake Kyungsoo mumbled, seeing her snoozy state.

"Really?" When he nodded, Ara yawned again and stood up. "Alright."

But as she was ready to venture out of the apartment, he grabbed her arm and pulled her back onto the sofa. "You weren't meant to leave!"

"Kyungsoo," she whined lazily as her back hit the sofa yet again. "I'm tired!"

"You don't have work tomorrow, so don't I. Stay here with me, please?" His enviously full lips slanted downwards and puffed up to form a pout, causing Ara to coo inwardly at his cuteness. She pinched one of his cheeks. She stayed mute for a few seconds as he chorused pleas until she rolled her eyes.

"Whatever."

He cheered before pulling her slight body closer by the waist, resting his chin on her shoulder and brushing his lips against her sensitive neck. "I'm so happy; the house is so quiet without Kyungri."

The young girl was enjoying a camping trip with her class for the weekend. She went this morning and Ara's heart swelled just remembering her cute self knocking on her door that early morning with a huge backpack on her back and a sheepish grin. Ara would miss her a lot.

"So I'm just a replacement?" She teased in response, sitting more comfortably and enjoying the sensations shooting through her. He laughed then, the feeling of it hitting her neck making her awaken even more. Suddenly the tiredness disappeared.

Peering at Ara's now alert state, Kyungsoo took slight advantage and closed the gap between their lips, kissing her hard. Two years in and it was like their first time, and he never wanted to get used to it. The room got hotter even if the weather was considerably cooler. Pulling away for air after her lungs were crying for it, Ara rested her forehead on his just smiling softly.

He returned it. "I love you. So much."

"I love you too."

As if a giant magnet was in between them, their lips meshed against each other again, moving in sync slowly. In between them, Ara's phone began flashing as her ringtone filled the room. She pulled away, which was pretty painful since he was biting her lip, to see who was the unfortunate caller.

Taeyeon.

"Ah, Taeyeon!" She hissed and did not hesitate to accept the call. "H—hey, Taeyeon, Kyungsoo, stop kissing my neck!" She said the last part outside of the call so Taeyeon didn't hear, but he retracted in misery.

"Hey! I'm on my way to your house. I've got food, a movie, I just thought we could chill."

Color drained from Ara's face. She widened her eyes at Kyungsoo who was equally panicked. The pair didn't expect Taeyeon to want to hang out with her today, and they kind of wanted to spend this Friday night together.

"Tell her you're at mine," he whispered when Ara failed to respond to her. "Say you're busy. She'll understand."

The twenty–three year old bit the inside of her cheek. "Whereabouts are you?"

There was sounds of cars honking and hubbubs of the people which only meant Taeyeon was outside. "Literally a five minute walk away. I'll be there soon. Bye!"

Once the line went dead, both quickly groaned out loud. It wasn't that they didn't adore Taeyeon — who didn't love her amazing personality apart from crazy psychopaths — but these particular weeks Ara found herself immersed in marking countless papers and other school duties, meaning she couldn't see her boyfriend as much as she wanted to. Same with him; he probably saw Kim Jongdae more times than her.

Taking her out of her explosive thoughts of panic, Kyungsoo discarded her phone to the opposite side of the sofa and gripped her closer. However, once he attempted to seal the gap again, Ara pushed him away.

"Taeyeon's coming in five minutes! What are you doing? She'll catch us, and do you know how embarrassing—"

"—instead of overthinking," he swiftly interrupted whilst edging closer once again to her growing anxiety. "Just shut the hell up for one minute of your life and make out with me?"

"Kyungsoo!"

"Five minutes is better than nothing," he added in a husky undertone, his hands creeping down to her hips, squeezing it lightly. "And why not spend it kissing me?"

—

Guys, I'm so bad at smut writing so I apologize if some of you were hoping for a smut, oops. Honestly, if you see the attempts I've made it would probably put you off smut for the rest of your lives. I don't know what was going through my head when I chose this concept for a bonus chapter, honestly. I'm sorry if it was stupid, but thank you for reading still!