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“I-I'm fine, It's just as cut.”

I shook my head, ignoring his protests. I turned off the water, and grabbed a clean towel from the drawer next to the sink, and pressed it firmly against his hand. I pulled Taemin with me, out of the kitchen, and into the bathroom.

“Sit,” I commanded. He sat on the counter as I looked through the various drawers for the first aid kit. I found it in the way back of the bottom drawer, and opened up the white box, and pulled out various items.

“I'm sorry Taemin, this might sting. But bear with it.” I said to him, bending forward to his hand and spraying some disinfectant onto his cut.

I heard him hiss in pain. “I'm sorry, I repeated. I pulled out some gauze, and wrapped it around his hand, until I thought there was enough, and I placed some tape onto it to keep it all together. I sighed when the job was finally done.

“There, all better,” I looked up at him as I stood, and smiled at him. “T-thanks, “ He said, as his eyes wandered the bathroom.

“No problem,” I said as I helped him off the counter by lifting him up gently by the waist and setting him on the ground.

He stumbled a bit, slightly unsteady on his feet, and fell forward, grabbing the material of my shirt. I could feel his bawled up fist against my chest. He looked up at me through his bangs, his big brown eyes looking deeply into mine.

“...” He bit his lip for the twentieth time today. Suddenly, he leaned up, and pressed his lips against mine. I in a breath, surprised by the sudden kiss.

It was short, sweet, and very innocent. But, it was enough for me to feel how unbelievably soft his lips were, just like I had imagined them to be.

He pulled away too soon, when his phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out, and read the text message.

“K-Key is here,:” He said, as he quickly turned around, and left the bathroom as fast as he could go.

All I could do was stand there, with my mouth open. Had that really just happened, or had I lost my mind? No, that definitely just happened, if I ha imagined that, it would have been way more than a peck.

“Bye Hyung! See you Thursday!” That shocked me into moving. I quickly ran out of my bathroom,, just fast enough to see Taemins small body disappear out the door.

I shook my head in disbelief, and smirked, stepping moire into the living room. Taemin had kissed me. I could feel the adrenaline pumping in my blood, and an ecstatic feeling take over. That had actually just happened, but I would have to wait until Thursday to confront him about it. Maybe even kiss him again.

I noticed Taemins wallet sitting on the coffee table. I smirked as I went over to pick it up. This must have fallen out of his bag when he pulled out his binder. I might be able to see him before Thursday.

-Taemins POV-

I couldn't believe I had done that. I had actually kissed Minho Hyung... well it was actually more like a peck, but still! I had still been the one to do it. Minho probably hated me after doing something like that. He was so handsome, he could have anyone he wanted, so why would he ever want me? Me, a boy at that.

But I had just been so damn frustrated. It had seemed that Minho was deliberately trying to not touch me. But I really wanted him to touch me.

Every time we would accidentally touch, the places that were connected felt so warm, and electricity would shoot through my entire body. There was a need to touch him, almost like it was addicting. I think that I was addicted to the feeling of Minhos skin on mine, because it felt so good, so right.

So I was frustrated that we hardly did touch, everything had been awkward, and silent. I couldn't even look him in the eyes, because that just made the situation ten times worst.

I clenched my fists in annoyance, then groaned a little when my left hand started to sting again. I looked down at my bandaged hand. The way Minho had bandaged my hand had been so gentle, that it had sent shiver up my arm, and throughout my body. It had almost been enough to distract me from the stinging pain partially from the cut, and partially from the disinfectant.

Once Minho had helped me off the counter, and set me down on my own feet, I couldn't help it anymore. I kissed him.

The kiss might have turned out better if Key hadn't texted me, but the again, it could ave been worse. He could have pushed me away, a look of disgust on his face. Thankfully, I didn't give him enough time to react to what had just happened. I was out the door before he could even react.

Crap. I would still have to see him on Thursday, and I would have to face the music then. Maybe I could come up with an excuse for why I did it. I tripped? No, that's to cliché, and he had made sure I was sturdy when he set me down. It was in the spur of the moment. God that's even worst then the first one.

Anyways, the excuse wouldn't work because it would still admit the fact that I had been wanting to kiss him. How was I supposed to get out of this predicament without making things awkward. Maybe Kyuhyun could help?

PLEASE :'(