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

“Ming. Are you listening? Minghao?” Seungcheol’s voice breaks through my thoughts and catches my attention. “H-Huh?” We’re still in his room on his bed, I’m still on my back with my hands pinned down, and he’s still hovering over me with his lips dangerously close to mine.

My face is on fire from the faint feeling and I fight the urge to completely close the hairline gap between us. “I don’t think you are listening.” He chuckles softly and does something strange.

His hands, which are pinning my hands down, maneuver in a way that causes our fingers to lace together. He grips my hands not too hard but firmly in place so I am for sure not able to use them.

What is he planning to do? Should I be scared? Will I get hurt? I squirm underneath him and whimper in hopes he wouldn’t continue.

“Seungcheol-ah. I mean--”

I curse at myself for the slip and whimper more once I catch a glimpse of his expression; straight-faced and unmoving, very different to his smile from a couple of seconds ago.

I’m dead, I know it.

“Minghao, stop moving.” I don’t stop.

“Minghao.” I don’t answer back.
 

“I love you!”

I freeze just in time to feel those soft couplets against my own, his pink muscle slowly making its intrusion and greeting mine with a gentle tussle.

My eyes widen in shock. Not from the kiss but what he said.

I love you.

I guess this is the part where I go cliche about “those three words” and blah blah, but I can’t. My mind is too clouded with the overwhelming emotions I had built inside. I expel those feelings once my eyes relax and flutter close, and my hands tighten a hold onto his.

Maybe I can be a little cliche when I say that it was passionate. I was surprised my heart didn’t explode or burst. However, something else did burst.

He suddenly pulls away and, when I open my eyes, I can’t see his face clearly. My vision is blurry from something and that’s when I realize…

“Are you okay? Why are you crying? Did I hurt you?” The exact moment as to when I started crying is unknown to me. I blink away the excess tears so I can see the worry lining his face. His eyes are saddened as if he’ll cry too and his mouth is formed into a deep frown.

The tears keep falling as I smile up to him, which I assume confuses him because he raises one brow. “I’m not sad. I’m not hurt either. I’m...happy,” I say softly, “Seungcheol-ah, I love you too.”

I never thought I would ever make hyung smile so fast. His dimples appear in seconds and the corners of his lips almost reach his ears in a toothy smile. I can’t help but giggle at the sight.

“Hyung, can you kiss me?” I whisper and I’m quickly answered with a soft kiss. No tongue, nothing sensual, just our lips touching but with so much love, passion, feeling put into such a simple kiss.

I wasn’t sure what to tell Seungkwan and Chan what Seungcheol hyung needed me for. And I wasn’t sure if I should tell them what he actually called me to do.

But what I know now is that those small kisses, those little hidden moments we shared, meant so much more than I thought.

AUTHOR'S NOTES

I'm so sorry that it's short! I wanted to quickly update it so no one would think I abandoned it.

Sadly, this is the last chapter of this series. I told you it would be short.

I hope you enjoyed it! Thank you to those who have read and subscribed, as well as commented. I truly appreciate each and every one of you.