It’s been months since me and Seungcheol hyung shared that intense kissing session. We haven’t made out since that night but we have had our lips touch more times than before. Before leaving the dorm for practice, after practice, sometimes even during practice when everyone is too distracted to notice.

It’s obvious that I’ve grown fond of the leader but it’s gotten to the point where my heart beats faster from the mention of his name. My legs feel weak when our arms brush as we pass each other. I get nervous when he speaks to me, staring into my eyes and giving me his unforgettable smile. The pit of my stomach curls up when I remember the first kiss we shared.

His lips were soft and sweet and his tongue, it felt weird but in a good way. I want that feeling again. I’m just too shy to ask him. Maybe one day I’ll get the courage to ask him...

“Minghao, can you help me with something in the room?”

I tense up. I was just hanging with Seungkwan and Chan when our beloved leader’s voice expels from his room.

“I wonder what Seungcheol hyung needs you for,” the baby dinosaur full of curiosity wondered. Seungkwan’s face, however, read differently; more of worry than curiosity “I don’t think I’m in trouble or anything. I’ll be fine.” My attempt to reassure him works as his expression relaxes and he nods at me as if to approve of me leaving. I get up, waving at the two before dragging myself into the leader’s room.

The room isn’t as bright as where I was but there is a lamp illuminating the room so it’s a bit dim. I look around to notice Seungcheol sitting on his bed. He’s staring at me with a questionable look on his face. Now I really feel like I’ve done something and today’s events play in my head as I analyze what I have done.

All I did today was wake up later than the others, take up more time in the bathroom than permitted, mess up a couple of times during practice, and fuss at Mingyu over something I have now forgotten about. I couldn’t help that I stayed up late the night before, I had a fight with the toothpaste tube (and won), and I had thought the music stopped. The fussing I could help but that’s another story.

Alright, back to the present. I’m nervous. My legs move themselves towards the strange looking leader at a painfully slow pace. My hands cross in front of me and my head hangs low to catch the sight of my feet dragging themselves along the floor. Once two new pairs of feet appear I stop, letting out a small whine to prepare for the scolding.

“Sit down.” His voice is stern. No hint of teasing or joking can be sensed. My eyes burn but no tears are forming; just the growing fear sending heat to my pupils when I take a seat next to the leader.

“Y-Yes, hyung?”

Shaky and frightened out of my mind, I finally take the courage to lift my head to look at Seungcheol’s face. My hands, trembling and holding tightly to each other, rest in my lap. His face wears the same expression as when I entered only more detail can be seen.

His brows are furrowed which compliment the crooked squint of his eyes. His mouth is a straight line with no curve added to the tips. His arms are crossed over his chest and his legs match on the bed. This position is scary.

A seemingly eternal period of silence passes before the leader speaks again. “Minghao, there’s something I need help with and only you can help me.” His face softens a bit but the sternness remains, which confuses me. He looks like he’s about to yell at me over something but he’s asking for my help. With what though? He could have easily asked Seungkwan or Chan to help him, but why me?

I nod and tilt my head in question. As if he understood the tilting he responds simply with, “I want you to help me with…this.” Before I can make another gesture, he leans closer towards me and places his hands on my lap. My eyes widen but I my body doesn’t allow me to lean back or move away. It’s frozen and the only reaction I can give is a weak squeal as he closes his eyes and plants his lips onto mine.

H-He kissed me?! But I thought he was upset with me or needed me for something. When I come to my senses I pull away, grabbing his hands into mine and staring into those orbs that have caused my chest to ache with uncertain feelings. He just looks at me with some shock and his lips parted open as if he wanted to say something. I beat him to it.

“What is this? Why this suddenly? We already kissed before entering the van. Why lie and say you need my help when we just kiss?” My accent becomes more apparent as I speak fast. I’m not even sure of how to feel right now. Angry? Confused? Disappointed? Something else?

His reaction was beyond what I expected. His smile slowly forms and his eyes curve into crescents as he falls into a pit of laughter. So anger is what I choose.

I glare and frown. Why is he laughing? This isn’t funny! I’m not amused by this at all! He really thinks this is a joke; teasing me and making me feel like this. My head is jumbled with red and pounding that doesn’t seem to stop. What does stop is the laughter. I don’t notice it immediately. Only when my back hits the bed and Seungcheol’s body hovers over mine is when I return to the matter at hand. Well, not in my hands since they are currently pinned over my head.

“H-Hyung? What did y-you need help with?” I ask out loud, or rather in a stuttering whisper. His smile becomes more warm despite the situation and he leans so close to me I can feel my lips being tickled by his, causing me to blush a deep shade of crimson.

“What I need help with? I already told you.” His teasing continues when he pokes out the tip of his tongue and outlines my lips with it.

His tongue. The one muscle of his that I missed. My body relaxes suddenly from the strange feel of it. I let out a sigh and part my lips slightly, my eyes shutting momentarily to focus on the feeling.

When they open I see his tongue is sticking out still and his eyes are staring into mine. My mind is still jumbled. What is this again? Just another opportunity for us to share a quick kiss? A hidden act that we mutually but silently agreed on? Or is it just him having fun with me? Toying with my emotions for his own gain? Does he know how I feel? Suddenly the relaxed feeling is more of a disappointed one.

I want this to be more than just what they call a rendezvous. Something more special and with a better meaning. My heart begins to pound heavily, causing my chest to ache and my lips to tremble with sadness.

I wish I knew if there was something else to this.

AUTHOR'S NOTES

Thanks to those who have read my stories and suscribed to them. And special thanks to one specific user who threatened asked me to make a sequel to the original oneshot. I decided to make it a chaptered piece instead. Close enough.

I won't add too much to it so it'll be relatively short. So look out for the next chapter and thanks again!