A drum beat pounded deafeningly in your ears as Kwangmin leaned in. You realised with a flush of embarrassment that it was actually your heartbeat.
Suddenly Kwangmin’s hand tightened painfully on your shoulder and mere centimetres from your lips, he stopped still. You could feel his breath hot on your skin as he hesitated, and reluctantly, you opened your eyes.
“Sorry,” he said, his hand dropping from your shoulder. He straightened up, clearing his throat. “I lost control of myself.” He caught sight of your dejected expression. “It’s not that I don’t want to kiss you. It’s just... I lose feathers just thinking about you. I don’t know how many I’d lose if I kissed you.”
You didn’t know what to say to that. It felt selfish to argue back. You settled for biting your lip instead.
“Hey guys!” You both turned to look. Minwoo was poking his head out from the classroom. “The teacher’s gonna be here any minute, you’d better come and sit.”
You followed Kwangmin into the classroom, unable to help feeling disappointed.
“We’re not joining dance club just yet,” Kwangmin said as he and Youngmin escorted you to the room used. “If Minwoo sees us hanging around you all the time he’ll get put off.”
“That’s what I said,” said Youngmin to Kwangmin, frowning. “That’s why we should join!” He threw his arms around you possessively, making you gasp in surprise. “That big nosed, squeaky little so-and-so isn’t good enough for--”
“Stop that,” Kwangmin said, pulling Youngmin off you before anyone could walk by and see. “Just do what you normally do,” he said to you. “Stay close to Minwoo.”
“Are you... sure?” you said, thinking back to earlier, and how Kwangmin had looked at you just before he’d leaned in to kiss you.
Kwangmin, as usual, didn’t give anything away with his expression. He looked at you blankly. “Of course I’m sure. Go on.”
“I’m going to kiss your lips off when you get home!” Youngmin called after you jealously, making you smile as you headed into dance club.
Your smile quickly faded when you opened the door and saw that you were too late: Minwoo was already talking to Soojung. Your heart fell. Hadn’t Kwangmin managed to change her mind? She had seemed so smitten with him earlier.
“I told Soojung to forget about Kwangmin,” said Jeongmin from next to you, apparently able to read your mind. He leaned against the wall casually, flashing you a smug grin. “I hinted that he’s a complete player, just goes around trying to date as many girls as he possibly can.”
“You...” you said, flushing with annoyance.
“To be fair, he made it pretty easy by snuggling up to you in the corridor just after I told Soojung that.”
“H-how did you see that?!”
Jeongmin rolled his eyes. “I didn’t. Soojung did. That’s what happens when you do your public displays of affection right in front of a classroom, stupid." He sidled closer to you. “I kinda feel sorry for you. Your angels are complete amateurs, falling for you like this. You haven’t got a chance at Minwoo with two rookies like that on your case.”
You stared down at your feet. “...That doesn’t matter anymore.”
“Minwoo. He’s not who I want. Not anymore.”
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