his secret | woosan

eight

san pulled back, but the moment's intensity lingered, sending shivers down my spine. my cheeks flushed with warmth, and a wave of indescribable emotions flooded over me as i looked at him. unsure of what to say, i averted my gaze and attempted to get up, but san firmly grasped my wrist, pulling me back in. "are you okay?" san's raspy voice carried a hint of concern. i stumbled over my words, my uncertainty evident as i managed to stutter, "y-yeah."

"okay, kiss me again then," he demanded, his intense gaze locking onto mine without wavering. confusion gripped me, and i blurted out, "h-huh?"

"either tell me if i did something wrong or kiss me again," san insisted, his voice growing deeper. my breath hitched, and my heart raced even faster, adrenaline coursing through me. i had no other choice but to surrender to the desire that had been building within me since we pulled away from the last kiss. the urge to feel his soft lips again lingered on, refusing to fade away.

leaning in, just inches away from his lips, i struggled to find the courage to close the gap. sensing my hesitation, san firmly gripped my face with both hands, propping himself up on one elbow, and pulled me into a passionate, slightly aggressive kiss. as his lips met mine, i felt a soft fluttering in my chest, as if a thousand butterflies had taken flight. i wanted to hold onto that kiss forever.

suddenly, the loud ringing of a phone broke the moment, causing san to pull back. his hand, still warm against my cheek, gently caressed it before he flashed me a soft smile. our eyes locked for a brief but intense moment before he reached over to grab his phone from the bedside table. as he let go of me, i stepped back, now sitting down on the bed beside him. my mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, and in an attempt to calm my pounding heart, i reached for a glass of water and took a sip.

however, no matter what i did, my mind just couldn't shake off what had just happened. it was like my thoughts were stuck in a loop. did san really just kiss me? tears welled up in my eyes, overwhelmed by the realization that i didn't think san would ever consider me more than a friend. yet, he had just kissed me. the butterflies in my stomach continued their flight, refusing to settle.

i glanced at his face, and something shifted within me. since the moment we met, i had found him attractive, but now every aspect of him seemed perfect, and all i wanted was to care for him. from his tousled hair to his rough hands, the mole on his cheek, and the adorable dimple that appeared from time to time, everything was perfect.

lost in my thoughts, i was jolted back to reality as san spoke up, "can you relax a bit?" his words only seemed to provoke the girl on the other end of the phone to yell even louder. san sighed, rolling his eyes in exasperation. running a hand through his hair, he said, "okay, okay, shut up. i'll be there in a sec."

hanging up the call while the girl continued her tirade, san sat up straight, getting off the bed. "hey, i have to go. i'll be back in an hour." i sensed a shift in his mood. he avoided looking at me, and annoyance tinted his voice. concern washed over me, and i didn't want to interrupt, but worry crept in.

i spoke up, "san, you should have this soup first." san rummaged through his closet and pulled out a white shirt, his voice straightforward as he replied, "you can have it. you're probably sick too now." i felt a pang of surprise as i realized we had kissed despite him being sick, yet san seemed unfazed by it. i was taken aback by his sudden shift in behaviour. why'd the mood change so quickly?

he turned around, removing his hoodie, revealing his defined back and broad shoulders. my heart skipped a beat at the sight, and i quickly averted my gaze. he changed into the white shirt, spritzed on cologne, and styled his hair back with gel. i couldn't help but notice the frustration etched on his face, his eyebrows furrowed in deep thought. i wondered where he was headed. to the girl on the phone? but why so late? and who was she? the questions swirled in my mind, leaving me alone in his room as san left without uttering another word.