"A sky full of stars and he was staring at him."
Fate and a shooting star, causes two boys to meet one night. As they share their love for music and spend countless nights together in deep conversations, they soon realise that their friendship with...
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Mingi doesn't know where he's going. Where's a quiet, private, safe place that they can go to? Like always, he allows his feet to take him to the studio, climbing up stairs, twisting and turning into corridors, until it comes into view. He pushes past the door, Yunho right behind him, and turns on the lights. Before he forgets, he locks the door.
They free themselves from their bags and books, arms instantly around each other, pulling their bodies closer for a hug. Both of them can tell how much the other misses this feeling. After all, they haven't had any form of physical contact for 2 whole weeks.
It's a little awkward. They're hugging like they used to, but there's a voice in mingi's head telling him not to cross the line. A line that's not visible to him. He's just teetering on the edge, waiting to be pushed back to reality. "Can I...kiss you?" Mingi asks, slowly losing his balance.
They loosen their grip around each other, and mingi thinks yunho just wants to see his face, but he is so so wrong. Yunho's lips find mingi's, and he stops breathing. It's a kiss so soft, so gentle, as their noses fit perfectly within the gaps between them. He knows Yunho is holding his breath too. Their lips press together for only 3 seconds before mingi can breathe again, except he's stepped off the edge of the line, falling falling falling.
"Is this okay?" Yunho whispers with a shaky voice. Only when mingi nods does he kiss him again. This time he parts his lips as they touch mingi's, stimulating mingi to do the same. Yunho slides his hand higher and higher up mingi's back as he takes the lead. He too isn't sure what he's doing, but mingi doesn't pull away so he keeps going.
In reality, mingi is a mess inside. His heart is racing and his mind is in a whirlpool, slowly disconnecting with the rest of his body. As the kiss deepens, the butterflies in his stomach go wild, and it takes every muscle he can control to prevent himself from falling to his knees. He cannot process the fact that he and Yunho are actually kissing, even though he can feel and hear their lips gliding across one another. Yunho's sweet perfume overwhelms mingi's senses once again, making him more greedy for the older's lips.
When they break away for air, their faces are flushed and sweaty. It's a heated moment for both of them as they embrace the others' warmth, holding back the urge to kiss again. Just as mingi thinks he can get used to this, he sees yunho licking his lips, and it sends him into a state of panic. Gay panic. He stares at Yunho's lips like a hungry child, mesmerised the things a little body part can do to his feelings. In return, he licks his own lips, watching Yunho's eyes slowly widen.
Mingi nestles in face in Yunho's shoulder, then drops his hands to the side so they can interlace their fingers. It's not the first time they're holding hands, but it's the first time it radiates with mutual love, as if the magnetic attraction has completed its mission. "Yunho-ya, am I your first kiss?"
