The first kiss tasted like a toasted marshmallows, the sweet and sticky flavour of a summer bonfire. His mouth was soft and warm from days spent outside in the sun at the lake. As they kissed, his hand traced a line up her spine, twisting her insides into spirals. She melted into him and thought about their summer together, weeks of flirting and teasing that had finally progressed to a real kiss on their last night together.

He pulled back and looked at her, the intensity of his eyes pierced through the dark night. A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. It was the same look he'd given her all summer — but this time it was different, because now she knew where things stood. They had kissed. There was a new kind of bond between them, the kind of connection she'd seen played out in movies and the "Your Stories" section of her favourite magazine. She sighed, as she knew she should and he leaned in for another taste. When he pulled away, she felt something different in .

But in one tiny second, the moment of bliss turned to a scene of horror. His hand gripped her arms and his eyes snapped open. His look was no longer teasing, it was terrified. "Yoona, I think I just swallowed your gum."