BTOB - Irresistable Lips.

There's a 'Bad Boy' in my class. Or at least he thinks so. But in reality, he's sweet. Everyone knows it. He has his cap at a backangle; spikes lining the inner brim, and he wears a loose, colourful sweater.

He likes to rap, and is often seen scribbling lyrics into his notebook through class. Girls and guys alike gather round his table at lunch, inspired by his words and attracted to his dance. That's right, he dances too.

Despite these skills, they aren't even what make him so popular.

When he laughs the crowd laughs with him. He's like a beacon that everyone can follow, one of those rare beings that is seemingly perfect.
Jung Ilhoon, a boy who even I couldn't resist the charms of.

Even today I eye the crowd at his table, just a little jealous. But today something in the air feels different, and before I know it I'm amongst the small crowd. Everyone is laughing as he tells a story, but I can't even hear it.

I'd never been so close to him before. I watch him as he speaks. His eyesmile as he laughs with everyone, and his lips as they crack those jokes. I touch my own lips with my finger while I watch him. Then I realise he is looking at me. He's not speaking anymore, not touching the chocolates he had been eating; only staring. It's as though time has vanished, slowed down and neither of us can move. My heart beats, the only proof that we aren't stuck in a moment; that time still passes. Everyone is silent, and the beats are loud in my ears. I fear that he can hear them. My cheeks turn scarlet with embarassment, and I run.

I'm outside. I'd run around the corner of the building, where it's private. I take a moment to catch my breath, and bury my face in my hands. I can't believe how stupid I must have looked to him.

I can hear the heavy stomp of sneakers coming around the corner, and I look over my fingertips. Ilhoon is there, panting. He'd followed me, I realise.

He approaches me, still panting slightly; and pulls down my wrists with his hands. Without a word, he kisses me, and I intake a breath in surprise. He's still holding my wrists, and pushes them against the wall behind me, leaning his head to deepen the kiss. Sparks course through me, charging heat through my body; electrifying me. He tastes of bitter chocolate, but it still tastes sweet. I forget to breathe. Breathing doesn't matter anymore, not when Ilhoon is kissing me. I close my eyes, and just when I'm about to kiss back, he pulls away.

I still feel lost in the moment, like I want to wrap my arms around him and deepen ourselves in passion. My vision is hazy.

I look at him. His face is flushed; his breathing rough. He looks away, avoiding eye contact. His fingers clench and unclench, as though he is nervous.
As fast and sudden as he had come, he left.

I don't know what happened. I can hear birds chirping, and people chatting in the distance. I run to the corner and peek around, but no one is there. It feels like I imagined it, like something I might dream. There is no reason for Ilhoon to kiss me. I can't understand it.

If it weren't for the bittersweet tang lingering on my lips, I might have believed it hadn't been reality. I leaned against the wall and closed my eyes; embedding it into my memory. Real or not, I never want to forget it.

Before I knew it; the afternoon had passed and I'd skipped my lessons. The overcast sky mocks me; teasing the possibility of rain. It threatens to wash away the day's memories. I hear the bell ring, and realise I should leave.

As I make my way to the school gate, I turn to face the window of the class I knew Ilhoon had. To my surprise he was in the window, and he saw me. He quickly stands and makes a gesture for me to stop. He hurriedly picks up his bags, checking I'm still waiting a few times out the window, and vanishes from sight.

I feel nervous, and I don't know what he wants. So I start to walk again, slowly. Part of me knows I will be angry with myself if I really leave.

It's not long before I feel a hand on my shoulder, and suddenly Ilhoon is infront of me. He looks around, showing that nervous; embarassed side of himself again. A side I'd never seen before today.

"I can't explain it," he says, and takes off his cap; ruffling his hair before looking down at his feet, "and... it might sound a little crazy," looking me straight in the eyes now, he continues, "but I want you." The last part came out with confidence. He didn't break eye contact. "I want to kiss your lips again, and then again tomorrow; and the day after. For as long as you'll let me."

I couldn't explain it either; we'd never even spoken before today. But I wanted him to kiss me. And then again tomorrow, and the day after. For as long as he wants to.

So I do. I kiss him. I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him, ignoring the passerby's leaving the school. Ignoring everything but the feel of his hands on my waist, his hair in my fingers, his lips on mine. Ignoring even my own sense of reason. Because reason doesn't matter.

It was a memory that both of us would never forget. Preserved as a moment, as if all of today was a photo we had taken, to view for our lifetimes.

It was unexplainable, our attraction; but that didn't stop it from being beautiful.
 

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***A/N: Hi! c:

I thought I'd start off with something short, and hopefully cute. I'm not good at cute. Argh~

In case anyone's confused, this One Shot is from the POV of the girl the lyrics are aimed at. If you read the lyrics, they're Ilhoon's POV. <3

Ilhoon is adorable though.

ADORABLE I SAY!!!!!!
Which helps with the cute, I hope. If you don't know BTOB you really should check them out. Not only are the songs great, but they're a lot of fun. They do have a Weekly Idol episode...! //trying to tempt you~

I actually considered making this a Penjae fic, but I decided to keep that one for another day. :)

Hope you like!

All lyric translations taken from http://www.kpoplyrics.net/