we stared at the night sky, with the companion of those colourful fireworks. he held my hand tightly.
i like you really. i really like you taeyong.
"yuka..."
"i love you.." he uttered.
my face got red again. it feels weird, a bad boy like him, saying sweet things to me. i hope its honest.
but the problem is me too.
my thought were disrupted by the sudden impact on my lips.
he kissed me. he caressed my jaw with his soft fingers.
it was a gentle kiss.
then he moved his head away, "one firework one kiss."
i feigned a happy yet shy face. i hugged him. i like you taeyong.
