Paradise || Jungwon Zombie AU

19 - Hold Me

- 3rd Person PoV -

"Can I kiss you?"

Sora's cheeks instantly flush up. There's been a few moments where they had the chance to kiss (all interrupted).

Could this be... their very first kiss?

Jungwon blinks repeatedly, realizing the question he just asked her. He realizes that maybe he's taking it too fast. He wouldn't want to pressure her, so he starts to slowly move away from her.

But Sora suddenly grabs his jacket, pulling him closer to her. 

Their time on this earth isn't guaranteed. She wouldn't want to lose this moment.

Jungwon smirks, "Didn't know you had this in you." He jokes around as always.

Instead of making a snappy comeback, she smiles looking into his twinkling eyes. 

He looks into her soft, light brown eyes... almost hypnotized...

They both close their eyes with their lips growing closer and closer. Soon they can feel each others breath...

Their lips brush against each other until they hear someone clear their throat.

Jungwon and Sora look up to see Sunoo standing nearly a foot away from them.

"How long have you been there?" Sora questions him.

"Can I talk to you?" He avoids the question.

Jungwon looks back to Sora, "When you're done, come sit by the fire... please." Before he leaves he gives her a soft kiss on her forehead.

"For now..." he whispers with a smile before walking away.

He bites his lip thinking of the image of Sora's flushed cheeks.

At least she's a little warm for now

- Sora PoV -

I turn back around to look over the edge as my brother slides in next to me. 

First of all, how embarrassing of the fact that he saw all of that. Second, a conversation with Sunoo? Boy, I wonder how this would turn out. 

As you can probably tell, our conversations never end too well. They're either short leaving me annoyed, or long, leaving me also annoyed. 

He has the magical powers to get on my last nerves every time. 

"Do you hate me?" He questions, filling in the silence.

I sigh, "That's a rhetorical question."

He nods, not arguing back surprisingly.

"I would too," he says. "I've been a sucky older brother."

I nod still not looking his direction.

I sometimes find it weird whenever we argue. We're only a year apart, and we look so oddly alike it feels like I'm arguing with myself sometimes. Then that's when I think... what if we're not too different...

"But I don't hate you," he then says. 

That's when I finally look at him, "I find that hard to believe."

"It's true," he says... quite... sincerely. 

"You've been so distant all these years... always being rude to me... how can I believe that?" I ask him.

"You're mom," he says making me flinch.

Mom...

"Mom?"