Not Done With You

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New Year's eve, our group was supposed to visit a big celebration that night. Momo and I got separated from the rest of the group, so we took our time to look for them, sadly giving up after an hour. It was already getting dark and we were both beat from walking around. I thought we were only going to be joining the celebration for a quick while, so I wasn't well dressed for the cold.

Momo was kind enough to take off her coat and let me use it for the time being. She asked if I was still cold and offered me her scarf too. Obviously, I declined. The coat really was enough until I still kept shivering. Despite me denying that I was cold, she wrapped the scarf around my neck snugly. I was still getting cold after that, so she hugged me with intentions of warming me up.

Next thing I know, we were kissing as everyone else counted down for the New Year. Her lips felt so soft and polite against mine. The fact that the both of us just leaned in towards each other and pressed our lips together just because we wanted to was so bizarre to me, but it was wonderful. The thought still gives me butterflies.

After we found the rest of the girls, we went back home and slept. Momo and I stayed up late, talking about the incident and then we kissed again. It felt so casual and I wouldn't want it any other way. During schedules, we would spend even more time together, taking every chance we get to kiss. It felt nice to have someone like me romantically.

One day, one of the staff found us kissing backstage without our knowledge. The news spread throughout the whole set the next day like wildfire. It was the first time I saw Momo look so terrified, though. The girls were all really supportive of us, but I can't say the same with the staff members. They even informed the producer, which was absolutely unnecessary, considering how he got very angry at how "irresponsible, indecent, and sinful" Momo was acting. I thought it's unfair how he didn't include me aswell, but Momo told me to not worry. She always tells me not to worry.

The producer then banned me from coming near Momo, then banned us both from participating in our schedules for a whole week. Momo didn't look at me the entire time that happened, I felt so terrible. We went back to our own apartments. Usually, I would just abandon my apartment and stay at Momo's. It was the first time in months that I was going to actually sleep in my own apartment. I hated it.

One of the staff that accompanied me told me that they don't care if I like Momo. They only warned me that the society doesn't like people like me and that they are prejudiced or simply traditional. She said that if I wanted to keep pursuing Momo, it was perfectly fine, but we had to be careful to keep our relationship a secret. I agreed with that, but after seeing Momo look so scared, I didn't think I could go after her anymore. I was the reason why she got punished, so seeing that I've caused her pain was difficult for me.

After our suspension, Momo wouldn't even talk to me at all anymore, not like I tried talking to her anyways. I was scared I'd get her in more trouble. By the time the week ended, we got put on a lovely break, so I pretty much wasted my chance to talk to her.

It's currently nighttime and I'm still processing the last few months. I sigh, even after causing Momo all that trouble, I still want to be with her again. I shake my head with a promise to not cause her any more trouble.

Suddenly, my phone starts ringing. I look at the screen and I seriously can't believe she is calling me at such an hour. In the heat of the moment, I take the call immediately without considering why she might be calling me.

"Momo, what's—"

"Dahyuni, look out of your window."

I immediately jump out of my bed as I hear her call my name. I open the window and see Momo standing down there, wearing only black clothing that makes her almost unrecognizable. She puts her forefinger in the middle of her lips, telling me to keep quiet. Then, she gestures me to come down.

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