They were at the back of the school. Kim Mingyu stood before him, in all his glory, dark and tall. Wonwoo suddenly felt like a heroine in a book, the damsel in distress.

This is it! His ultimate dream, his number one wish, the first kiss from a Prince, a kiss like a fairytale would describe.

Mingyu leaned in, nearing his personal bubble. 

"Wwait..”

”Shut up and let me kiss you."

Wonwoo wanted to retort Mingyu, but a pair of lips fast approaching his own, shutting him up from whatever he wanted to say. 

They kissed....

And Wonwoo froze.

This isn't right! Why? This should be perfect, but why did he felt dirty? Why did he felt disgusting?

Mingyu didn't see it coming, but he shook his head in amusement when Wonwoo shoved him and ran away.