Song:  I Should've Kissed You

By: Chris Brown (I like the cover by Maribelle and Christian) :)

Couple: JiSica

            My heart began to beat faster even though we were just sitting in silence.  He was driving me home again after one of our practices.  For the past two months, we have been practicing for a performance for the end of the year festival.  He wrote a song about love, and I was lucky enough to even be chosen to sing it with him.  The roads were dark and were dimly lit by the street lamps. 

            Why am I acting like this?  I’m acting like a naïve, hopeless teenager that has been in love.  It feels like I’m in high school all over again.  I took a deep breath and then wished that he didn’t hear that sigh.  I stole a glance at him and saw him firmly gripping the steering wheel with both hands.  His eyes were fixed on the road.

            I forced myself to stare out the window to distract myself from him.  What would he do if he found out that I’ve had the biggest crush on him for the longest time?  I wonder how he would feel if he knew that I was jumping up and down in joy when I found out that I was going to collaborate with him.  He would probably laugh.

            Why is she so quiet?  It’s our last time practicing together.  Our performance is tomorrow, but I’m not really worrying about that.  I know that we’ll rock that stage.  Her vocals are superb, and I trust my rapping skills.  Plus, we can both dance.  I’m not as good as Taeyang, and she’s not as precise as the dancing trio in SNSD, but when we really do try to dance, we can give the main dancers in our groups a run for their money.

            I stole a quick glance at her and saw her staring out the window.  I wonder what she’s thinking about.  Is she nervous about the performance?  I can’t believe I’m still musing if she’d miss seeing me at practice.  For the past two months, we’ve been together everyday.  When the boss told me I was going to collaborate with Jessica, I was a bit hesitant, but she proved me wrong.  I thought she would be lazy and cold, but she’s so bubbly and hard working.  All those stereotypes about her being an indolent ice princess were wrong.  She’s absolutely amazing.

            I finally reached her dorm and parked the car to the side of the curb.  I look up at her dorm’s window on the forth floor and see that the light was on.  Her members were probably waiting for her.  I coughed and gave a friendly smile.  This was going to be my last time dropping her off home.  I really am going to miss her.

            “Thanks for the ride,” Jessica told me.

            I nodded and then cleared my throat, “I’ll walk you to your door.”

            “It’s fine,” she insisted, “You’d have to go into the elevator and walk me to my dorm, and I don’t want to trouble you.”

            “Oh, come on,” I laughed, “We’re friends.  You’re not troubling me at all, and I don’t want to go home yet.  I know Seungri and Daesung are probably battling it out on Wii tennis again.  I don’t want to be their referee again.”

            Why is he being so nice to me?  He got out of the car and opened the door for me on my side.  I slowly stood up and gave a bashful smile.  Does he know that I’m in love with him?  Everyone noticed, but him.  Maybe he just doesn’t like me.  Maybe he just sees me as a friend.   I adjusted the bag on my shoulder until he took it and carried it for me.

            “You had a hard day,” Jiyong told me, “This bag is heavy, and I’d like to carry it for you.”

            “Thank you,” I bowed my head.

            What was he talking about?  We did the same amount of work.  He has to be tired, too, then.  We danced the same amount of hours and practiced the same amount of hours singing our lines.  I smiled at a random thought.  The choreographer made me practice in heels—killer heels.  After about dancing for two hours, I took my heels off and began to rub my feet.  To make me feel better, he jokingly put on my heels.  Even though they were too small for him, he forced it on and imitated my dance moves.  After about thirty seconds of dancing, he took them off and winced.  He claimed that it was too painful and that he didn’t understand how women could walk in those death trap shoes.

            He probably sees me as a little sister.  I cringed at that thought.  A lot of handsome men have been asking for my number and a chance at a date.  Why did I fall for someone that wasn’t interested in me?  We began to walk to my dorm as he continued to praise my vocals.

            “You hit all the high notes!” he grinned, “I was thinking about having Bom noona as my female lead for the song, but her voice didn’t fit the song.  She doesn’t sing falsetto, but I’m glad that YG suggested that I’d work with you.  You didn’t mess up once during rehearsals.”

            “Thanks,” I simply said, “You’re great, too.  Your rapping style is cool.”

            We finally stopped in front of the door to my dorm.  I faced him and held my keys in my hands.  I nervously swallowed as he smiled at me.  Why can’t he just kiss me?  That’s the only thing that I’ve been wanting for the past two months. 

            I’m really tempted to kiss her.  Why can’t I just gather up the courage and kiss those beautiful lips?  Why am I acting so shy?  I’m G-Dragon.  I can’t think of a time when I was shy with a woman.  She’s waiting for me to say something.  She wants me to say good night…or something.  I fight the urge to groan out in frustration. 

            I suddenly pat her shoulder and give a friendly smile.  Oh, shoot me now.  Why did I pat her shoulder?  I’m made myself look like I wasn’t interested in her.  I am interested in her!  I’ve been eyeing her since SNSD’s Genie days.  The moment she dyed her hair blonde, the spark was ignited.  I thought it would go away once she dyed her hair back, but the attraction never disappeared.  In fact, it grew every single day ever since then.

            “I-It was nice working with you,” I managed to say.

            Ugh, that was not smooth!  Why can’t I be suave and cool around her?  Why can’t I ask her out on a date?  Why can’t I stop being a nervous wreck when she’s here?

            She forced a smile, “Thank you.  It was a pleasure working with you.  I can’t wait for our performance tomorrow.”

            “I’ll be going now,” I informed her as I handed her bag to her, “I’ll see you at the venue tomorrow for our performance.”

            I had to put myself out of my misery.  I wanted to kiss her, but I blew the chance.  It looks as if she wants to go inside and sleep.  We both had a long day, and we need rest.  I give her an awkward hug.  I think this is the first time I had hugged her.  I manage to pull myself away and smile nervously.  I knew I was blushing.  I was so embarrassed; I felt like running and screaming out in frustration.

            I walked away and pushed the elevator button.  I knew I wasn’t supposed to look back at her, but one little stolen glance couldn’t hurt, right?  The elevator door opened as I looked at her.  She was standing in front of the door with her hands in front of her.  She just stared at the door.  Maybe she rang the doorbell and she waiting for her members to open the door. 

            I entered the elevator and then pressed the button to close the door.  I leaned against the wall.  I knew I was going to be thinking of her the whole night.  Why was I so shy towards her?  I sighed loudly; I should have kissed her.  It was the perfect timing, and I blew my chances. 

            I stood up straight after I realized something.  She had her keys!  She had her keys, but she was waiting in front of her door.  She didn’t unlock the door because she was waiting for something!  She was probably waiting for me!  She wanted me to kiss her!  If she didn’t, she would have unlocked the door and entered her dorm. 

            I shakily pressed for the button to the fourth floor again and again until it lit up.  After about a few seconds, the doors opened on the fourth floor.  I ran out of the elevator to see that she was in the same place.  Her head was down as she stared at her keys.  I ran up to her.  She grew cautious after hearing footsteps towards her.  She looked up at me and I felt horrible.

            There were tears that were falling from her eyes.  I knew it was because of me.  I turned her by grabbing onto her shoulders.  She looked at me with desperation and shame in her eyes. 

            “I’m sorry,” Jessica apologized.

            I can’t believe I’m crying!  Why the hell am I crying?  I feel so stupid!  I’m crying because he didn’t kiss me.  I’m crying because I felt so hopeless that the man that I was in love with didn’t feel the same way.  I wiped the tears away and tried to smile.

            “There was dust in my eye,” I lied.

            Who am I fooling?  That was the lamest excuse ever.

            “Do you know who I wrote the song for?  The song that we’re going to perform,” he told me.

            “I don’t know,” I confessed.

            He swallowed, “You have to guess.  All songs have a meaning to them.”

            “Well, that’s not true,” I revealed, “I wrote a song when I was 7 about me being a bunny.”

            “It was for you,” he cut to the chase.

            I gasped, “What?”

            “Jessica, I’m sorry,” he expressed.

            Why was he apologizing?  My guess was that he’s apologizing because he thinks my childhood story is stupid or he feels guilty that I’m crying because he doesn’t feel the same way. 

            “Sorry for what?” I finally asked.

            There was a pause that felt like an eternity.  He just stared into my eyes for the longest time.  I nervously looked around and then back into his eyes.  He took a step forwards towards me as he finally smiled.  He cupped my cheek and brought his face closer to mine.

            “I should’ve kissed you before I left,” Jiyong told me.

            My eyes widened.  Did I just hear him correctly?  His lips gently brushed against mine.  I could feel his lips curving into a smile as he continued to kiss me.  My cheeks flushed a deep red color as I leaned in on the kiss.

            The new couple continued on with their first kiss.  Meanwhile in the dorm, the girls began to worry about their friend.  Jessica was supposed to be home a few minutes ago, but there was still no sign of her.

            Taeyeon worried, “Where’s Sica?  What if she’s lost or something?”

            “She’s probably with Jiyong oppa,” Sunny said, “She’s so lucky; he’s hot!”

            “I bet you they’re an item already,” Yoona told Sooyoung.

            Sooyoung smirked and shook Yoona’s hand.

            “I’ll place a $50 wager on that.  My bet is that they’ll become an item after their performance,” Sooyoung claimed.

            Tiffany grabbed Yoona’s hand and led her towards the door.  Yoona raised her eyebrow as Tiffany worried. 

            “Let’s go find her,” Tiffany ordered, “I don’t feel like driving, so Yoona, you’re the driver!”

            Hyoyeon, Yuri, and Seohyun followed Yoona and Tiffany eagerly as they made their way towards the apartment.

            “Let’s get snacks while we look for her!” Seohyun suggested.

            “Sooyoung told me to buy some pizza,” Hyoyeon announced.

            Yuri added, “Yeah, she told me to buy chicken wings, too.”

            Tiffany opened the door to see the couple kissing.  Her eyes bulged out as her jaw dropped.  When Yoona, Yuri, Hyoyeon, and Seohyun saw the sight, their jaws dropped, too.  Sooyoung saw the five women staring at the doorway with their jaws to the floor.  She briskly walked towards the door and saw the sight of the new couple. 

            “Damn it,” Sooyoung muttered as she slipped a bill in Yoona’s hand.

Author's Note:  I wrote this a looong time ago in my sister's old laptop, and when I found it, I just had to post it.  I hope that you guys liked it! :)