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"Can I kiss you?" I stare into his eyes as he stargazes.
We're in the garden and it's midnight. The black and red polka dot blanket underneath protects us from the cold grass and the insects hiding in it.
His stare turns to meet mine and I get shy.
There's something— something very unique— in his eyes. Like a vast cosmos, full of depths nobody can begin to fathom.
The two dark irises are currently displaying a lot of emotions, but I feel like there are more, hidden deeply, buried in the chasm of his fragile heart.
One of the most prominent ones is guilt.
It's easy to figure it out, since I interact with all kinds of children.
Jisung's eyebrows are slightly furrowed together, forming an unnoticeable bump in between. Regret sparkles in his eyes.
The fact that he keeps refusing a kiss is worrying. Is this the real Jisung? he'd never dare say no to my lips.
Maybe he's just teasing. Making me taste my own medicine.
Hell, I now feel the frustration.
"Not yet." the brunette finally replies, giving me a small apologetic smile. I wonder why.
Everything gets dark when the clouds form a curtain in front of the moon. I scoot closer to him, if that's even possible. Our shoulders are almost overlapping and his legs are all over my body.
"You're so frustrating. Do you love seeing me mad this much?"
"Heck yeah, Minho."
"Of course you do." I sigh, turning on my left side and placing my head on his shoulder, above the right side of his chest.
He simply hums, and hence the closeness between my head and his, I take notice of the small gulp.
After a few moments of listening to the crickets sing a serenade for the two of us, he opens his smart mouth to let out another irrational thought.
"When did you realize you like me?"
Right. When did I fall for him? I don't precisely know that.
"Not a long time ago."
"And how did you fall in love with my annoying ass?" he peeks down at me, I feel that. My gaze is fixed on his throat.
It looks way too attractive. I feel like a cat ready to jump at its prey, tempted by its veins.
"Don't know," I nearly give in to my thoughts which are normal for a teenager, my mother said the second puberty hit me. "I think I just woke up one day and realized that you were right all this time." the last part of the sentence is whispered.
Nothing's more embarrassing than to admit you were wrong.
"Nobody can resist my charms after all, huh." Jisung laughs half-heartedly. I smile back although he can't see it.
