“Let’s go on a date.”

My eyes shoot up to his.

“What?”

“A date,” he says with a voice like it’s the most natural thing to say between friends. Guy friends for that matter.

“Stop joking,” I reply. I always treat it like a joke, but there’s something about the way he always says it this seriously, that makes me wonder whether he’s being serious or not.

I swallow.

What if he is?

“I’m not joking around, hyung. Whenever I see you, my heart beats faster and slower at the same time. Please tell me how to deal with these feelings!” He dramatically whines.

He’s placed both arms around my waist, and clings onto me. My reaction mainly consists out of pretending I’m bothered by it, and rolling my eyes like I hate it. But if I have to be completely honest with myself, I have to say I've gotten used to it. To be even more exact; I actually quite like it. A little. Only a little.

Of course I’m never really honest with myself.

I wriggle out of his grip and look at him sternly.

“Seriously, stop it.” There’s a part inside of my head that knows precisely why I always act this reluctant when it comes to his behavior. Again, I never listen.

When he reaches out his arms to me stubbornly, refusing to lose contact, I don’t even try to dodge him. The closer he pulls me, the less I pretend to resist.

“Let’s go, hyung,” he tries. His voice in seductive mode. I feel my composure slowly weaken.

“Mireu,” I mumble as I turn around so we’re face to face.

For a moment nothing else happens besides my staring in his eyes, and his staring in mine. Unconsciously, I inch closer to him. My breathing increases as the distance between our lips decreases. 

"Hyung."