FIRE

Fire burns, and water quenches it. Water drowns one to causing them to burn... Which is more painful?

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As we raced down the gravelled road on our bikes next to the wide Han river, I smiled as the wind blew. The pebbles made tiny protesting sounds against my bike as they get squeezed under the pressure of the wheels. Yoongi rode on my right hand side, nearer to the Han river. 

As our trip was coming to an end, we both halted and stopped our bikes as we looked at one another. We were both panting heavily already. "Hey, Yoongi," I called out in between my breathings. "Sho- Do you want to race back... to our picnic area?" I asked him, raising an eyebrow at him.

He combed his silvery hair to the back of his head with his right hand as he looked back at me, trying to stablize his breathing. "Why not," he answered to my challenge to him. He looked down at his bike before swinging his leg to get on the bike. "And what does the winner get?" 

I bit my lower lips, looking up at the skies as I thought. "How about granting a wish from the loser?" I suggested, looking back down at Yoongi to get his approval but he was no longer there. 

"Deal!" I heard his voice from a distance away. My head snapped at the direction his voice came from. He was already a good few meters away. 

"Yah!" I shouted after him, trying to get onto my bike clumsily and I started to paddle as fast as I could just to catch up to him.

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"Yah..." I panted as I slapped Yoongi's thigh tiredly. I leaned on his shoulder as he pressed a bottle of cold juice into my hands. I took it and drank a long sip before glaring at him. My lips pressed into a straight line as I sat straight. "You cheated," I told him.

"But I still won," he answered, not bothering to spare me a look.

"But we start at different time!" I pouted. I put my hands on his shoulder and started to shake him.

I could see a grin forming on his face. "But you didn't say we couldn't start at different times!" 

I stopped shaking his shoulder and released my hands from him. My face formed a frown as I turned away from him. "Fine," I agreed. "Fine..." I repeated again. I crossed my arms, waiting for him to say something but nothing was heard. "Fine!!" I said a bit louder than my other two 'Fines' before turning to face him. "Yah! I said-"

His arms immediately wrapped around me as he pulled me closer. I could smell his fine and calming scent. "I know... you said 'Fine' like three times already," he chuckled, still having his arms wrapped around me. He held me like that for a few minutes before placing his hands on my shoulders and pulling me away from him with a good arm length distance between us.

"What?" I asked him, smiling. 

He said nothing but continued to look at me. His bangs dancing gently against the wind as they swept left and right between his eyes. 

"Yah..." I started, a frown slowly crept up my face. I placed a bit of my hair into my hands, bringing it up to my face to examine it. "Is there something wrong with me?" I paused and looked up at him from my hair, my eyes widen. "Does... does my hair sti-"

He cut me off with a kiss. He pulled away after a few seconds and looked at me again. His face grinning. My eyes widen. 

"Yah!" I snapped, pouting. My hands dropped from my hair as I looked at the ground. 

Within a few seconds later, I could feel his hands cupping my cheeks, lifting me up to face him. 

"Wha-" I wanted to ask him but instead, he leaned and pressed his lips against mine. I couldn't help but smile against his lips and closed my eyes as he pressed deeper into the kiss. 

He pulled away after a few good minutes and his lips. "I love you, Kang Eun," he whispered, still looking at me.

I smiled. Quietly, I placed my hand onto his cheek as my thumb instinctly rubbed his lower lips softly. "Your lips are very red, Yoongi," I commented, staring at his lips.

"Yah," he whinned, pouting. He looked like a little kid and I couldn't help but to giggle a bit. He held my wrist and pulled my hand away from his lips. "Why are you commenting on things? Should... shouldn't you..." a mysterious smile sneaked up. "Shouldn't you