01.   dowoon
when he does it, he pulls you in so fast that you almost get whiplash and it has you clinging onto him, laughing helplessly as you both tumble backwards into the grass. the summer light is blinding, though not quite as blinding as the smile he flashes when he climbs over you until his arms are caged around your head. it has you so disoriented that all you can do is blink and nod and holding onto his shirt front tighter. thank god you’re laying down otherwise you’d just fall right over.

but it’s when he presses his slightly dry lips to your cheek, that has your world spinning so fast you might tumble right into the sky, or might just spin off into space. he’s equal parts eager and shy, tender and hesitant, warm and restrained. and you can’t move and you’re already losing track of how it’s been.

you don’t even remember what he says when he breaks away, but it has you rolling your eyes and tugging him down by his collar in quick succession until you collapse onto and into each other, so so helpless with laughter.

this is the first kiss you remember because it feels like bubblegum and dandelions and the adventures you’ve yet to have.

02.  wonpil
you’re his first kiss, though you don’t know this because he kisses you first. 

you don’t realize when the blankets had already absorbed your warmth and taken shape around you both. you don’t realize until minutes into it when he’s pushing you back against the wall with the earnestness of passion. until he strips down to his barest vulnerability and unravels himself into complete malleability. after the vodka and whiskey shots are kissed away from your tongue, you start to taste the inexperience and insecurity more bitter than the alcohol. feel it in the lost hands and the slender frame bending in towards you, further…further

he chases your lips when you pull back, but the words “is this your first time?” has him stopping. you don’t need to hear the “is it obvious?” to already know.

you take in the avoidant eyes and tightening of muscles and lips, but all you can feel is yourself unravelling. loosening yourself into the tangled chaos that you are before him.

so you push him back, ease him back into the mess of blankets, smile, before “don’t worry about it” and pressing your warm lips to his nose.

this is the first kiss you remember because it’s the one that makes you vulnerable too.

03.  youngk
you give in when he threatens to tickle you, so you tell. but not before you flash a wicked smile. and not before you close the gap between the pair of you, with a steady hand on the back of his neck, tugging him down towards you. the two extra tequilas he had in your stead, to save you from the earlier drinking games, slow him. or really his mind, because his hands effortlessly find your lower back in response and his fingers walk tingles up your spine.

you don’t care it’s a crowded college street on a saturday night, where plenty of people can see and many may recognize you. the multicolors of the different store and bar lights blend his face into a picasso masterpiece and you just can’t get enough. so your hands move to cradle his face briefly, then you’re leaning up into him now - an equal and opposite reaction.

the answer is only a few words, but it’s not the question he’s asking now as he changes into a greek statue in contrapposto. the tightening of his hand around your waist with the looseness of the other at his side; the sharpness of his breath against the soft part of his lips, mimicking yours at his ear.

so you reply, this time without words. just travel along t