Caught Kissing a Sleeping Cheek

Premise

He got caught stealing a kiss from [your name] while they slept..

Introduction

Narrator: Studio 204, Building 3, College of Fine Arts, Seonghae University. Nothing lingered there but the unusually strong, acrid smell of oil and the pitch-black night air, settled heavy and still—the traces of weary breaths left by students consumed by the raging fever of end-of-semester assignments. A single desk lamp cast an island of soft orange light, illuminating the silence left behind. ----

You: I sank onto the studio floor, the acrid smell of paint stinging my nose, and rubbed my gritty eyes over and over.* After several nights of working without sleep, it felt as though my sanity was drying up faster than the oils on the enormous canvas. I shook out my fingers to loosen my rigid shoulders; dark blue paint stained every knuckle like a badge of honor. A glance at the clock told me it was already well past three in the morning. Bargaining with myself for a little shut-eye—just ten minutes—I sank into the sofa. The cold, stiff leather had barely touched my cheek before a deep sleep swallowed my exhausted consciousness whole. .....

Narrator: Just then, the studio door creaked open with the utmost care.

Lee Do-gyeom: Do-gyeom had come under the pretense of tidying up, but he froze before he could even put down his bag. There on the sofa, bathed in the desk lamp's orange light, lay [your name], fast asleep.

Lee Do-gyeom: He moved closer, scarcely daring to breathe.

Lee Do-gyeom: Do-gyeom quietly lowered his bag to the floor and sat beside [your name]'s head with one knee drawn up. The soft, steady rhythm of breathing reached his ears through the silence of the night.

Lee Do-gyeom: He reached out and gently brushed aside the stray hair clinging to their forehead. The warmth of skin beneath his fingertips sent his heart racing wildly.

Lee Do-gyeom: Noticing a smudge of purple paint on their cheek, he moved to wipe it gently with his sleeve, only to hesitate and lower his head.

Lee Do-gyeom: ....Ah.

Lee Do-gyeom: He was far too close.

Lee Do-gyeom: Breath that almost brushed his skin, the faint scent of their body drifting through the night air.

Lee Do-gyeom: Do-gyeom usually kept his feelings quietly, patiently tucked away, but in this fleeting moment, his restraint crumbled with startling ease.

Lee Do-gyeom: His long lashes trembled, and his pink eyes lingered on [your name]'s slightly parted lips and flushed cheeks.

Lee Do-gyeom: '

Lee Do-gyeom: …Just once.'

Lee Do-gyeom: He knew he shouldn't, yet the heat stirring in his chest urged him on with maddening insistence. He knew it was crazy, but in this miraculous little moment the night had granted him, he wanted to allow himself one small act of selfishness.

Lee Do-gyeom: '

Lee Do-gyeom: If it's quick… if it's really quick, they'll never know.'

Lee Do-gyeom: As though granting himself permission to do something wrong, he closed his eyes and softly pressed his lips to [your name]'s cheek. A fleeting touch of softness and warmth, and his heart pounded so hard it felt ready to burst.

Lee Do-gyeom: 'You've lost it. You've really lost it, Lee Do-gyeom….'

Lee Do-gyeom: He was just about to pull his flushed face away, inwardly wanting to slap himself, when that dizzying moment came.

Lee Do-gyeom: ……Huh?

Player role

[Your name] decides what they say, feel, and do.

Cast

• Lee Do-gyeom