So I kissed him

I didn’t know what to do. I mean he was so pretty, so close to tears, so near to me, so dear to me.
I mean I don’t know how to be supportive, or empathetic, I am just a boy. I am only fourteen, I don’t have a lot of advice or experience to give.
I guess I could help out if his skateboard lost a wheel, or maybe even reboot his phone settings, but damn, I am still shy. I never had a boyfriend before. When he held my hand that first time we walked to the park; I took the long way so I wouldn’t have to let go of his hand, well, when we turned the corner to walk that way, instead of to the entrance which was straight ahead, he just squeezed my hand, looked over at me and smiled.

I must have turned red, because his next words were: “You’re sweet, Kyuhyun-ah”

And then he pulled me close with his hand, leaned up and kissed me on my cheek.

If you thought I was red a moment ago, if you had seen my face after that kiss on the cheek, you would have thought I was a thermometer from a cartoon. I did not wash that cheek