Out of breath, you stood behind the couch with a big fluffy pillow in your hands. You narrowed your eyes at Changgu, who was standing on the other side of the couch. He was holding a slightly smaller pillow, but you knew he still had a huge advantage.

You huffed at the realization that your arms were way shorter than his and that he could probably win this fight with one swing, but you weren’t willing to give up so easily.

He started to rock back and forth on his heels, waiting for you to make the first move. Legs slightly apart from each other, you got ready to pounce.  

‘You know you’re going to lose, right?’ he said as he raised an eyebrow. You shook your head. ‘I refuse to go down without a battle.’

He clicked his tongue disapprovingly. ‘You’re still as stubborn as ever.’ You smiled slightly. ‘You know you love it.’

His gaze softened. ‘I know I love you.’

You almost dropped your pillow from shock. Changgu smirked and took this opportunity to strike. He quickly jumped over the back of the couch and made his way towards you. Before you could even process everything that was happening, a pillow was coming right at you. You quickly ducked before it could hit you.

‘That’s not fair!’ you giggled as you ran away. ‘All is fair in love and war, my dear,’ he said as he chased after you.

You didn’t quite know what the meaning was behind his words. Not once had he used the word ‘love’ during the past couple of months. Why was he suddenly so fearless? You shook your head and decided not to overthink it.

You grabbed a random pillow that was lying on the couch and threw it in his direction in hopes of it hitting him. You turned around just to see him dodging the pillow. You quickly swung the pillow that you were still holding in your hands. He managed to dodge that one as well before he hit you on the side of your stomach. The momentum of the movement knocked you down on the couch beside you.

As you fell down, he quickly jumped on top of you and pinned you down to the couch with one of his hands. He was still holding his pillow in his other hand and held it over his head, threatening to make the first hit of the battle.

You heaved a sigh at the realization of your incoming defeat, but instead of hitting you, he dropped the pillow and decided to torture you in a different way. His hand slowly made its way towards your waist, where your shirt had lifted slightly, exposing some of your skin. Your eyes widened. ‘No, no, no, please don’t!’ you protested, but it was already too late. If there was anything you couldn’t handle, it was tickling.

Laughter made its way across your lips as he continued his attack. You twisted your body in all directions, hoping he wouldn’t be able to reach, but it was futile.

He decided he had tortured you enough after a while and finally stopped. Both of you were laughing as you tried to catch your breath. You blinked away some of the tears that had escaped from laughing so hard.

When your blurry vision cleared up, you looked up at him. The laughter had slowly died down and all that was left on his face was a wide smile. His hair was slightly ruffled and you couldn’t help but think he still looked amazing. There was something about him that always took your breath away.

He slowly moved his hand to brush away a strand of hair that had fallen in front of your face. He kept his hand there and softly caressed your cheek with his thumb.

Your breath got stuck in your throat as you looked at him. He looked deep into your eyes with pure adoration. His eyes flickered towards your lips and back to your eyes as if asking for permission. You nodded your head.

He slowly leaned in as he closed his eyes. You mirrored his movements. You could feel his breath on your lips. A silent gasp left your lips before he finally kissed you for the first time. His lips were soft and seemed to mold perfectly against yours. His movements were incredibly careful. It was almost as if he was scared of breaking you.

When you finally parted to take a breath, you looked at each other and couldn’t help but laugh. You went from pillow fights to tickling and from tickling to kissing. It was weird how things happened, but you weren’t complaining. This was something you had been waiting for and you couldn’t be happier.

Euphoric.
That’s how you felt.

His smile faltered slightly as he heaved a sigh. ‘I think I lost.’ You looked at him confused. He was still pinning you down on the couch with both of his hands. It was a pretty obvious victory for him. ‘What do you mean?’ you wondered.

‘I think I lost my heart to you.’