Brows furrowing, Amber tried to make sense of the situation. Sehun had his hands flanking her on both sides and an almost crazy, loopy smile. She searched his eyes for any indication of drugs, alcohol or even candy - any substance a person could be high on. 

“What do you mean, Sehun?” The f(x) member whispered, wondering what the was going on. Had her ears gone amok?

“I want to kiss you again.”

His face was once again dangerously close - this time, Amber had the wits to turn away.

“This isn’t funny, Sehun.” Speaking now in a normal tone, she emphasised his name, for severity.

“You didn’t like kissing me?” The young man pouted like the baby he was. “But it was nice.”

“Sehun, it was a mistake …” But before her protest continued further, Sehun bent down and their lips met, stopping her mid-sentence. Her eyes stayed defiantly opened and Amber refused to respond. 

He didn’t seem to notice. What materialised was more of a peck except Sehun smiled after and informed her, “You are the first girl I’ve kissed.”

And the idiot had to go there. Say something so irresponsible with such a ridiculously earnest face that when his face ventured close to hers again, Amber fell further, into a dark, bottomless hole.

What the was she doing? Treading on dangerous, thin ice?

But she ignored the warning bells ringing. She wanted this, everything that Sehun was doing to her - his breath on her face, the cologne he wore clouding her senses, his arms now holding her so tight, pressing against her back.

Everything was so wrong yet Amber wanted it so badly to be right.

Before she could register what the hell was happening, before she could remember to breathe again, Oh Sehun moved away and disappeared, quick as the child he was.

Perhaps he was indeed intoxicated. Amber leaned back onto the cool wall in the stairwell, heart thumping out of her ribcage and her mind demanding to dismiss the kisses as a one-off - the second of such.

Except it wasn’t a one-off when there was a third time.

Exhausted after an entire day and night of recording, the American wasn’t thinking of anything but