Kiss Me
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Kiss Me
Staring: Boo Rika x Lee Jangjun
Words: 5,977 words
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Staring: Boo Rika x Lee Jangjun
Words: 5,977 words
Genre: Romantic Comedy
He roughly grabbed her by the arms, pinning her against the wall. As she groaned, he brought his lips closer to her, lifting a corner into a charming grin.
“I’m starting to think you just like me pinning you up against things, sweetie,” he breathed, teasing her lips.
Her cheeks warmed up, turning red at the sight of his smirk. The more she tried to resist him, the more she wanted him. He granted her request by squeezing her chin between his fingers, lustfully crashing his lips unto her.
The girl whimpered under his control, feeling the grip loosen around her hand as she continued to circle her arms around his neck, pulling him closer against herself, against the wall, engaging in a heated love making session.
“Wow…”
My eyes grew wide watching the scene, my lips hanging wide open in a trance. The only time I closed it was to gulp down my saliva, my lips with thirst.
“I wonder what it feels like,” I unconsciously muttered, eyes still fixed on the big TV screen. The on screen couple seemed to be eating each other up, and something about it was quite... intriguing.
My two friends stared at me as if I had said the most ridiculous thing ever. Well, my existence itself was quite ridiculous since everyone knew me as the dumb one, plus I was lacking sleep courtesy of my 3 AM art projects, so I had a higher tendency to be crazy. (This was an excuse, I was crazy 24/7).
“You mean you’ve never kissed your boyfriend before?” Hyunmi asked me, staring curiously in anticipation for me to tell her I was kidding. Sadly, I wasn’t.
“I’m not like you,” I whined at the elder girl. Unlike Hana and I, she was at an age where we could call her our mother—well she wasn’t that old, but I did call her mother sometimes, Hana took it a step further and called her a grandma. And with her older age also came more experience and wisdom. I guess kissing was as normal as breathing oxygen for her.
“But you’ve been dating Jangjun for nearly three months now,” Hyunmi argued.
I pouted, slouching my back as I took a pillow and hugged it against myself. True, Jangjun and I became a couple because as it turned out, I had feelings for my idiot best friend. Realization came when I thought he was in love with another girl, and jealousy sprouted in my heart. It felt weird to view him in such a way, but then again, I had always viewed him beyond the boundaries of regular friends.
“Just because we’re dating doesn’t mean we have to kiss,” I mumbled against the pillow. “M-Maybe he is just waiting for the right moment. Or he is trying to keep his lips for his future wife.”
The other two exchanged a look and started to laugh instead. I frowned at them, hiding my face behind the pillow. I said something stupid again, didn’t I?
“Wouldn’t his future wife be you?” Hana teased me, poking my arm. “It seems you want to kiss him though.”
I looked at her in bewilderment. The question itself was very un-Hana-like. She was supposed to be the innocent one among us. What in the world?
“N-no,” I tried denying, although my previous remark about the movie’s kissing scene seemed to contradict this.
“Aw, that’s too bad. If you wanted him to kiss you, I know a few tricks you could try,” Hyunmi sang, which immediately sparked my interest. Obviously it was a trap, but who cared?
I raised my face above the pillow hesitantly, trying not to seem too eager despite wanting to know the answer. “Y-you do?”
“She taught Joshua too,” Hana remembered, squealing to herself at the fond memories.
I gasped. Hana and Joshua were the innocent couple, and if even they managed to kiss, what kind of tips and tricks did Hyunmi have? I had to possess such marvelous knowledge.
“Okay, tell me,” I said, completely ready. I lowered the pillow, hitting it with both arms to encourage my made up mind. I had a new will. I had a new purpose in life. To kiss Jangjun’s precious lips was my new goal!
“Ah, so you admit you are thirsty for him,” Hyunmi said, her eyes squinting at me, her lips smirking. Suddenly, I had a feeling I was tricked into one of her games or something. But this time, I actually didn’t mind. This would serve as a good knowledge for me too. I’d play whatever she came up with and will take Jangjun’s lips as my prize.
“But aren’t you two usually alone? He never tried to kiss you before?” Hana asked, as if the behavior was wrong.
I shook my head. “Not that I remember. Oh, what if I am not kissable enough? What if my lips were never attractive enough in his eyes?”
My sudden breakdown made them exchange yet another look with each other, a bit more worried this time. Oh no, they looked at me like I was dying from a serious disease, like a fever.
“Do you think I should make the first move? Like, should I be like that guy in that movie and push him against the wall? But I can’t do that to him. He is too precious. He is like pink cotton candy, so sweet and fluffy. And he would look good in fluffy pink clothings too. I can’t hurt him like that. I wanna eat him.”
I saw Hyunmi wince at me as if I am the embarrassment among us. Compared to my feelings towards Jangjun, she and Woohyun were a hundred times worse. Gosh, they could even drink water at the same time and she’d insist they just had a meant-to-be moment. (Although one time Jangjun and I sneezed like three times in a row together, and at that moment, I knew he was my soulmate).
“Don’t go all aggressive on him, you’ll scare him away,” Hyunmi said, and Hana nodded along.
“Then what am I supposed to do if I want my first kiss? I want it to be sweet, but slightly intense. Not to the extend of really making out, but something memorable,” I said, feeling all giddy at the thoughts entering my mind. All sorts of scenarios, ranging from sweet to y ones, fulfilled my barren heart.
“That’s really specific,” Hana laughed at me.
“Yeah, a little too specific. I don’t know what the outcome will be, but here are a few things you can try,” Hyunmi said, retrieving a notebook from her bag and carefully handed it to me.
I flipped through the pages and my jaw dropped in surprise. Holy fryer of potatoes, she wrote a whole guide on how to be kissed! A part of me wanted to judge my friend, but another part of me was extremely thankful for this wisdom. It was an important relic. Yup, I decided, this was my new bible, my guide in life.
“You’re welcome. Study well,” was all she said, and I nodded my head at my new senpai.
***
They say that the first three months of a relationship was called the honeymoon phase, because everything still felt new and exciting. But with me and Jangjun, it didn’t apply. Since we started out as best friends, there was nothing new under the sun. He knew my habits, my likes and dislikes, and I knew just as much about him. Was this why we lacked romance? Why he couldn’t view me being kissable?
It was time to put the great life lesson into action.
“Hey, I bought ice cream,” I said as Jangjun walked into the living room of his apartment. I crashed over regularly to do my assignments, but really, who could focus in a situation like this?
He just returned from class and flung his bag on the couch behind me. He froze and looked as I sat on the floor behind the coffee table, casually the ice cream from the spoon. The guide told me to do it really seductively and put emphasis on my tongue. So I that spoon like the fate of my lips depended on it, which it really did.
“Is that strawberry ice cream?” He asked.
“Yes, your favorite,” I said, and immediately he smiled. Oh, what a beautiful smile it was. Seeing it made my day a thousand times brighter. My happiness gauge exceeded its maximum point and I felt like I could tackle the world. I wanted to nominate his smile as the president. The world would be such a better place.
“Strawberry eating strawberry,” he murmured, finding delight in the sight. I laughed, since he always called me strawberry, and now I was eating strawberries, so it was a really clever play on words. And yes, he does call me strawberry because he likes me as much as he likes strawberries—or more.
“I was really craving for some,” he said, crouching down in front of me. He took my hand along with the spoon, guiding me to scoop the ice cream, indirectly asking me to feed him. Again, feeding him was quite normal when it was the two of us, but the effect was different this time.
My heart drummed out loud against my chest, realizing how close we were sitting to each other. Our knees were touching, my skin brushing against his ripped jeans. My fingers were still in his grip. And as he the smudge of ice cream from his lips, I couldn’t help but stare at it, replaying it in slowmotion in my head. Yeah, he should be putting that tongue to good use. Just thinking about it made me wet my own lips.
Jangjun must’ve noticed my inappropriate staring, but began to laugh instead. Oh, have I mentioned how beautiful his laugh sounded? It was as if singing angels descended from heaven, each cadence bringing forth an unspeakable joy that made my heart flutter. His laughter could bring world peace, I was sure of. I’d willingly award it a nobel prize.
“Are you getting thirsty watching me?” He asked in the most casual way possible.
“W-what?” Did he know about my thirst for his lips?
“You need some ice cream,” he said, taking the spoon from my finger and proceeded to feed me instead. But gosh, was he stupid? He couldn’t even aim it well, and ended up feeding half my cheek instead. I had to try to the ice cream from the corner of my mouth to get rid of the stickiness. When that didn’t work, I used the edge of my sleeve to wipe it off. Oh, I suppose I had to do my laundry now.
“You missed a spot,” he said, tapping the side of his cheek.
I mimicked his movement, trying to wipe away the spot he indicated. But I saw his movements slow down, his gaze intently watching me. There was a sudden shift in the atmosphere, as if he realized as much as I did, that we were alone.
“Is it clean now?” I asked, my voice shaking a little beyond my control. I never found myself in such a situation before.
“Not quite,” he replied, and his tone was unusually low. His gaze focused, and I noticed he was staring at my lips. I subconsciously couldn’t help but let my tongue trail over it again, knowing very well he watched along.
I wanted his lips on me, but now that it was going to happen, I wasn’t sure I was ready for it. He leaned closer and I could sense the kiss coming. I realized I had no idea how a kiss even worked! Do I turn my head to the left or to the right? At which second am I supposed to close my eyes? How do you move them lips? God, help me!
As I squeezed my eyes shut in panic, I suddenly felt his lips press against me, but not on my lips. He was softly brushing it against the side of my lips, barely touching it. This couldn’t count as a kiss, right?
“Now it’s gone,” he said, smiling in satisfaction at his victory. He could’ve used his finger or a napkin to clean the spot, but no, he had to tempt me more and use his tongue.
Unless… What if he was just as tempted to kiss me? What if he realized the perfection of the moment? I should help him out.
If a small ice cream spot on my cheek could trigger an almost kiss to take place, my next step seemed too clear. I took the spoon and smeared my entire lips with it.
“Is it clean now?” I repeated the question again to trigger the same response. I tried emulating my best seduction voice, but considering I didn’t actually know how to seduce, it came off a little too comical. It didn’t help I actually laughed out loud after the question.
Jangjun stared at me, completely at a loss for words. But soon his frown got replaced with a heartfelt laughter. Ah, world peace again.
“Stop eating like a baby,” he said, this time throwing the tissue box in the air which I caught with ease. “I’m gonna go change. Let’s get Chinese food for dinner tonight.”
I pouted as he walked into his room ing his blouse, which I was obviously not entitled to look at, or else he would’ve kept the door open. I the ice cream from my mouth, dabbing the rest of it clean with the tissue. Speaking of dabbing, time for a dab. I dabbed.
A loud sigh escaped my lips as I leaned back against the sofa from the floor. The first plan failed. Luckily the notebook contained a gazillion other ideas I could try.
I wonder whether the ice cream kiss actually worked in reality. I couldn’t help imagining the other two couples, assuming both Woohyun and Joshua would’ve taken the hint to kiss their partner. Heck, even without the ice cream hint, I was pretty sure they—Woohyun—would find another excuse to do it. So why couldn’t my boyfriend have that sensitivity?
Right, because my boyfriend was stupid.
***
Idea number two, draw attention to the lips. I had used the last of my allowance to purchase the shiniest lipgloss I could find. I did not quite understand how makeup worked—my last beauty product purchase was a black lipstick which I thought was wonderful, but others said I looked too emo. Anyway, I forgot to test out the lipgloss in the store. My lips ended up looking like it was stung by bees, glittery bees.
I arriveat our favorite restaurant to grab lunch together. It was called HolyTots, the only place where they sold the best tater tots in town. I noticed him sitting at our usual spot, the one next to the window where we would have a good view of the outside. I could recognize his backside everywhere, the one I constantly saw in my dreams and imagined in my wake.
Before I reached him, I saw a couple in front of me greeting each other. The girl leaned over to her sitting boyfriend, puckering the lips to give a chaste peck. Aw, how adorable. They did everything so naturally. I had to learn. I will do the same to my star. Yes, I called Jangjun my star because his presence is as bright as our future together.
“Sorry, I’m late,” I said, lightly tapping him on his shoulder. I waited beside him, wanting him to look at my lips. And then he would be all cute and fluffy and greet me with a kiss like that other couple.
But reality was much harsher, his eyes never trailed to my lips.
“Since I’m hungry, I already ordered food for us,” he said, too rigid, too formal. His mind was all about food. Technically he could eat my lips up and I totally wouldn’t complain.
I pouted, reluctantly taking my seat opposite of him. I had no doubt he ordered exactly what I liked. But if he could put himself on the menu, that’d be great. I mean, no... Bad Rika. That was a naughty thought.
My drink was already here, and he correctly ordered strawberry ice tea for me. Out of my frustration, I started playing with the straw, jutting it in my mouth as I lazily began sipping it down with extremely slow speed.
As I glanced at him, for a second, it seemed his eyes had flickered to my lips, following the trail of the straw. Either that, or it was a fragment of my imagination. Cause the very next second, he was staring into my eyes. I couldn’t possibly stay mad at him when his adorable face made me feel all soft and gooey. Maybe I had to try harder.
“Do you notice anything different?” I asked, remembering to bring attention to my lips. I started biting into the straw, a move I had seen girls do in y movies. It felt weird, like I was biting into a pacifier. But I did whatever I had to do to keep his attention on the right place.
“What?” He asked, obviously oblivious.
“Anything about my face, maybe?”
This was probably a question that men dreaded the most. Because every single time, they wouldn’t guess the answer.
“You forgot to shower?” He asked unsurely.
“What?” I was so offended I took the napkin and threw it to him, only to see the flimsy sheet of paper fall down before me in slowmotion. That obviously didn’t work, just like my attempts to have him kiss me.
Suddenly Jangjun leaned over the table, halting my heart for a second. I was caught off guard by our sudden closeness, knowing for certain that he was watching my lips this time.
“Something feels off,” he whispered softly, creating a beautiful chaos within me. His tone was so deep it melted me in my seat, wanting to fall and be caught in his strong arms. I wanted to lean against his chest, then look up and kiss his lips. Would it happen now?
He moved even closer, his fingers reaching to my lips. I froze at his touch, wishing his warmth would never leave me. I could hear my heartbeat drumming in my ears, my fingers shaking in anticipation. He used his thumb to softly brush over the contours of my lips in a slow and sweeping motion, taking away the shine with him.
Then he smiled that award winning smile, making me feel all warm and special like I am the luckiest girl alive.
“You look prettier this way,” he said in the most innocent way that still bore a hint of his manly charm. He successfully made me stare at his lips instead, still wishing to feel them some day. But until then, I would savour this moment.
My boyfriend was a genius idiot.
***
Maybe the battle strategies written in the notebook were only valid for smart people. Jangjun was dumb, and I was often called dumb as well. But hey, two negative makes a positive, right? Together we should’ve been smart. So why didn’t the plans work?
Out of anger, I started pressing the marker against my blank canvas, which was in this case a blank t-shirt. I thought it would be fun to create my own couple tees with my brighter-than-the-sun-and-moon-combined Jangjun. Since I liked art, I thought, why not draw it myself? But what I ended up drawing was far from my initial plan.
“I am with stupid,” came Jangjun’s voice, surprising me when he stealthily appeared next to me, nearly whispering into my ears as he read the words I was writing. I almost bumped against the coffee table as I turned to him.
“You’re not supposed to see this!” I exclaimed, trying my best to use my five slender fingers to cover up an entire surface of the t-shirt. Yup, not a smart move, Rika. This was me internally talking to myself, by the way.
“Was it supposed to be a surprise?” Jangjun asked, one eyebrow lifted. Damn he looked y like that.
“Well, no, but you were supposed to see it after it’s finished,” I said.
He scoffed, not budging an inch away, but coming closer instead. “You know I love watching you draw. It amazes me how you can create a masterpiece from nothing.”
My heart somersaulted. I suppressed the smile from forming on my face, having to keep up my sulking mood with him. “All I’m doing is drawing the arrows bigger so it will always point at you when we’re walking next to each other,” I said, trying to deflect his sweetness. But he came even closer, almost putting his arms around me to try and reach the shirt at the table behind me.
“So I am stupid?” He asked, saying it as if ‘stupid’ was a person’s name. Obviously he was referring to the shirt. “What does that make you?”
At this point I was trying to struggle with him, prying his hands away, only to have him exert more force and trap me between his arms, and the coffee table against my back. What a convenient position to kiss in.
Again, he was so close, and it physically hurt me knowing he wouldn’t get closer than this. His lips were within my reach. I almost wanted to delude myself in the thought that he was teasing me on purpose, testing me how long I could hold on without making the first move. Honestly, I was about to fail this test.
“Well,” I began to distract myself, clearing my throat as I tried to reek my eyes away from him. But his gaze was too charming and adorable at the same time I did not want to waste a single second looking away from it. They could pull me in forever and I would always fall for my bright star.
“Well?” He repeated, waiting for me to continue my sentence. At this distance he could technically hear my heartbeat out loud, but he didn’t move away from me. I couldn’t move cause I had nowhere to go. His strong arms were both on my left and right side, holding me trapped in the middle.
“If you’re stupid, you’d still be my adorable idiot,” I said.
This was it—the perfect timing for a kiss on the forehead, or a peck on the cheek, or an immediate lip to lip action I’ve been waiting for. Jangjun must’ve felt it too, I saw his face stiffen for a moment before his luscious lips curved into a playful smile.
Gosh, I had the greatest urge to just bite them and nibble on them. He looked so handsome. Can’t I pull his head closer, and have him crash his lips against me?
“In that case, wear the shirt with pride. Imma be your adorable idiot,” he said, retracting his hands—to my greatest disappointment—and tousled my hair in a mess. He then got up, distancing himself, not giving me the kiss I wanted.
He took the empty shirt he was supposed to wear and wrote ‘Her Adorable Idiot’ on it in messy handwritings along with a big arrow that would point at me if we wore it together. It made me stifle a giggle, looking at my star with a sense of pride and an explosion of overflowing love and affection.
“I’m so lucky to have you,” I said, spontaneously hugging him from the back, halting him in the middle of his craft.
“Yes, you are,” he reiterated my statement instead of saying something as sweet as “I’m lucky to have you too” or something along those lines. How annoying. That earned him a soft slap against his back. He only laughed and turned around, catching me in his embrace. Again, we were so close. Again, this was the perfect timing.
“I disagree. I am the luckiest person alive since I have you,” he said, exceeding my expectation with his line. At this, I let the smile stretch on my face, unable to stop myself from hugging him even tighter.
Maybe I didn’t need a kiss. Having him by my side was a far bigger treasure.
***
Nope, scratch that.
As I watched yet another romcom movie with my two friends for our usual girls night out, I felt a tinge of jealousy during the unexpected kiss scene, which we obviously saw coming. I don’t know why Hana still covered her eyes when she herself had done it before with her boyfriend. Lucky her. At least she knew how it felt like.
“It doesn’t work,” I unconsciously blurted out, prompting Hana to pause the movie. I was very certain they knew exactly what I was talking about.
“Which methods have you tried?” Hyunmi asked, not out of curiosity, but out of a desire to help out.
“The ice cream and lipgloss one,” I said, because technically, the shirt tug-of-war wasn’t really counted. Well, Hyunmi did write it in the notebook as ‘playful wrestling,’ but I’d like to consider this one an original idea.
“Oh, I love those! How can it not work? Those ideas were so good!” Hana’s excitement fluctuated in that one sentence.
“No, he didn’t take a hint,” I said, mumbling a few curses below my breath. None of which I meant, of course. Cause he was my fluffy cloud of sunshine beams, and he could do no wrong even if he was at fault.
“Hm, since he is slower than what we gave him credit for, you need to follow the strategies written under intermediate level,” Hyunmi said wisely, as serious as a strategist forming a plan to go on war.
“Wha- There is an intermediate level?”
She squinted her eyes at me. “Didn't you read the entire book?”
I gulped immediately, letting out a nervous chuckle to cover up my mistake. Her book consisted of 30 pages, front and back, with a 10 point font size. Who in their right mind would be able to read all that?
“T-there were so many good ideas I kinda got them.. uhm… mixed up,” I made up an excuse that would still flatter the elder girl and calm her rage. Judging on her grin, it worked.
“So what should Rika do now?” Hana asked.
“Simple,” Hyunmi smiled, having way too much fun with this. “You shouldn’t be subtle from now on.”
***
Luckily it was Valentine’s Day in three days, which gave me the perfect excuse to go along with this plan. I had bought those heart shaped Valentine candies in pastel pink, yellow, and orange. When Hyunmi explained the plan, Hana thought it would work while I was a little skeptical. But hey, she was the great senpai.
“My star! Come sit here, let’s play a game!” I called out as Jangjun walked into the living room. I had invaded his place once again, which he did not mind, of course. I nudged my hand for him to come over at the coffee table.
“A game? What for?” He asked, looking at me dumbfounded. He was about to remind me of my work, but I quickly cut him off before he could.
“A pre-Valentine celebration,” I said, grinning widely at the believable excuse. I scooped over to give him space beside me on the floor. He gave in and plopped himself down.
“What are we playing?” He asked.
“Well, there are an assortment of Valentine candies on the table,” I began, spreading my hand to showcase the candies I had neatly rearranged, all faced down. “We should do a memory game. If we get two of the same commands, we’ll have to carry them out.”
His eyes widened momentarily, glancing at me with what I thought, was him trying to hold back his laughter. He couldn’t have figured out the plan right?
“Alright,” he said, his playful smirk still visible. “Who should go first?”
“You,” I said a little too eagerly. I couldn’t help it, I was finally about to get my kiss.
Jangjun flipped two random heart candies over, a pink and a yellow one. To my not-so-greatest surprise, they bore the same command.
“Oh,” I gasped out loud, feigning shock. “It says Kiss Me.”
Jangjun couldn’t help but scoff at this one. His grin grew even wider as he turned to me, tilting his head sideways. “So I'm supposed to kiss you now?”
“Uhm yeah, that’s how the game goes,” I said, unable to stop my trembling voice from the excitement and anticipation. Oh God, did he just his lips?
He grabbed me by my shoulders, and I felt him lean closer. Oh my God, it was gonna happen and my heart could very well explode in my chest and I would still die in ecstacy. I closed my eyes because it felt appropriate this way. His soft and adorable breathing approached closer, and I knew he was right in front of me. As I slightly puckered my lips in anticipation, he kissed me.
On my forehead.
“Your turn,” he then urged me, pulling away.
I was at a complete loss. Did he not want to kiss me that badly? Were my lips hideous to him? I mean, I knew he kinda disliked the black lipstick, and he wasn’t that fond of the lipgloss, but how hard was it to get my boyfriend to kiss me?
“Fine, my turn!” I shouted, getting more desperate for his lips. I never thought I’d be this type of woman, but love changes you. And Jangjun’s love made me more desperate for him.
I flipped two heart candies, knowing they’d say ‘Kiss Me.’ Okay, now I had the perfect opportunity and excuse to kiss my boyfriend. Even Hyunmi said, if he was too stupid to get the hint, then break the rules and make the first move. That was what I was going to do right now.
I pushed myself closer against him, charging against his beautiful soft lips. But to my surprise, Jangjun stopped me by grabbing my wrist, leaned back a little, and started to laugh out loud.
“I’m sorry, I can’t do this anymore,” Jangjun said, wiping away an invisible tear. His laughter rang louder in my ear, such a beautiful sound like church bells ringing in the morning.
Before I could make sense of the situation, he suddenly reached out to the candies, flipping a few of them over at the same time. I had no time to protest, shocked from being busted. He was never supposed to find out that every single candy on the table were the ‘Kiss Me’ ones, according to plan.
“Just as I suspected,” Jangjun said, laughing even louder as he pinched my cheek. “You’re adorable.”
“Wait, what?” I felt my cheeks blush, not knowing which part of his sentence I should focus on first. I was in no way adorable, but hearing him say it was like music to my ears. But on the other hand, the other part concerned me. “You suspected this? You already knew?”
He grinned that typical teasing smirk, and even now, I wanted to kiss him so badly.
“Hyunmi told Woohyun, and he told me,” Jangjun simply answered.
My jaw fell open. So this was what betrayal felt like.
“Woohyun told me that if I wanted to see something interesting happen, I should resist everything you do. Cause then you’ll try even harder and that’s when it gets really interesting.” Jangjun’s eyes never left me. His hands reached out to me and pulled me to fall against his chest. “He was right.”
“So you knew?” I asked him, unsure whether to sulk or be embarrassed.
“Ever since the ice cream stain incident, I already knew,” he said, brushing the strands of my hair away from my face. He stared at me with so much affection, and I confirmed once again, he was truly my everything.
“And you let me make a fool out of myself?” I asked, pouting.
“You were too cute to stop. In fact, I had the hardest time refraining myself from giving you what you wanted,” he said.
I blinked my eyes, staring at him with disbelief. The flutters reappeared in my chest all the way to my stomach. Did this mean what I thought it meant? The desire was mutual all along?
“I don’t have to hold back anymore.” He grabbed my hand in his, starting to rub my fingers with his thumb. “I wanted to make your birthday a special one.”
“My birthday?” I asked, suddenly gasping out loud. February 11th, three days before Valentine, it was my birthday!
“You forgot?” He asked, not even surprised.
“Well, I- I remember when my birthday is, I just didn’t realize it was today,” I reasoned. My perspective suddenly shifted, and I wanted to focus on my special day instead. I released my hands from him and held it up like a happy beggar. “Where’s my present?”
He chuckled once, repositioning himself in front of me. His hand rested against my cheek, gently lifting my face to look up at him.
“Right here,” he whispered, tilting his head as he finally, finally pressed his lips against mine.
Fireworks set off in my heart, my brain exploding with ecstacy, and butterflies juggling in my stomach. His lips were softer than I imagined, and tasted as sweet as strawberries. I didn’t know what I was doing, but since Jangjun wrapped his arms tighter around my waist, I believed I was doing the right thing. His movements got more intense, and I complied as he nibbled on my lips, his breaths turning heavier in the process.
He wanted me as much as I wanted him, and that knowledge stopped me from holding back. I followed those romcom movies, tangling my fingers into his hair, pushing his face closer to me. I might have even moaned a little from the overwhelming pressure, and it seemed to trigger him to kiss me wilder, away from my lips towards my neck. Things were getting heated and I might just receive more than a kiss today, and it would’ve been perfect if…
The door didn’t slam open.
“Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to… oh…”
I stared at the door, frozen when I saw the rest of my friends standing petrified with a strawberry flavored birthday cake in their hand. Their singing died out like a broken record sound, equally surprised to see me as I was to see them. They ruined my hot make out session with Jangjun, who luckily, moved away from my neck right in time.
“Uhm… We’re sorry,” Hana was the first to apologize, her hands covering her eyes at the sight of a real life kiss.
“False alarm! Let’s come back later,” Hyunmi said, cueing everyone to slowly back away from the door.
Before Woohyun closed the door, he seemed to wink at us, as if telling us to just carry on and enjoy the moment. How could we when they ruined the moment?
“Happy birthday, my strawberry,” Jangjun said, giving a light peck against my lips. It caught me offguard, and whatever expression I had on, it made him laugh fondly. “From now on, you can expect more presents from me, cause I will never grow tired of kissing you.”
I smiled, hugging him once before bringing my lips closer to him. Amazing how it took zero effort to kiss him this time. On my birthday, I finally got what I wanted.
I got my boyfriend to kiss me, and It was the first of the many more kisses to come.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY LEH!
I hope you like your present! <3
I miss writing romcom, and writing from Rika's perspective was fun. LOLLL
Now I shall proceed to vomit rainbows cause of "strawberry" and "star".. bleh bleehhhhh XD
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