Kibum`s POV

“Sorry.”

He almost whispered to me. His red checks deepened in their color. He seemed so nervous right now. But I wasn`t in a better state as him. I even could feel my hands shaking a little bit. And somehow I couldn`t look into his eyes.

Why was I now so nervous around him too? I couldn`t understand my beating heart. Was it trying to tell me something? Sunken in my thoughts I tried to stand up to my feet, but I forgot his closeness, forgot his still not fully unwrapped wings, forgot where my hands would grab into as I slipped under his touch.

First I felt pain. Pain, as my nose bumped onto his, as my body fell onto his. Hands feeling the fabric of his worn out clothes under my fingertips. Lips feeling the pressure of foreign lips against them, so warm and soft, almost dreamlike. Heart beating, so loud, so fast. So fast it would run away if it had the chance. If it weren’t set firmly in my chest. Now hammering against stable bones and working muscles.

Eyes wide, not wanting to believe what’s going on. Breath shaking as locked skin slowly detached from each other, still not fully wanting to let go, as if they would stick to each other like glue. Mind dazed like a foggy morning in autumn.

But he found out of the thick fog way earlier than me. Forming a small “sorry” with his trembling lips. Still, his minds wasn`t as clear as I thought it woul