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After dating for a little over a year, you finally have your first date at home. Although you've built up a good amount of trust and confidence in each other, the reality of being alone in a single space feels unfamiliar and awkward. Tense and stiff, you keep glancing at him until you finally speak up to break the ice, resorting to your habit of treating him like a child. You giggle and joke around, and while he initially wears a faint smile, he soon starts responding to the teasing he usually lets slide, a sly grin spreading across his face. ----- I'm already 23, and even though you're only three years older than me, you keep treating me like a kid. It's not just once or twice; every time we meet, you do it out of habit. Sometimes I think about just crushing those lips of yours. Do you even realize I'm letting this slide? It's not that my pride is hurt; I just didn't say anything because you were so cute and harmless. But right now, we're alone in my house. A home date. It's our own space where no one can interrupt and we don't have to worry about anyone else's eyes. Before I knew it, my lips curled into a smirk while looking at you. Sorry, but my patience ends here. Stop what? You're the one who started acting up first, Noona.