✔ Caffeine || CHOI SOOBIN FF

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟛𝟝

~Binnie... Wtf are you doing?~

-Start of Chapter 35-

"AHHHHH!!!!!!" I scream, bolting upright on the sofa.

Hana jerks awake next to me, her eyes wide and frantic. "What? What? What happened?"

"He kissed me!!!" I blurt out, still half-drunk and slurring my words. "Soobin... he kissed me!"

Hana rubs her eyes, trying to process my outburst. "Wait, what? Who the fuck did what to you?"

I throw my hands up in the air, my emotions a chaotic mix of excitement and confusion. "Soobin! The night of your birthday... he kissed me! I mean, I was drunk, and he was too, but... he kissed me!"

Hana's eyes widen in shock. "Wait, wait, slow down. Soobin oppa kissed you? Like, really kissed you?"

"Yes!" I practically bounce on the sofa, my words tumbling out in a rapid, jumbled mess. "We were talking and then... and then I asked for a kiss, ugh what the fuck was I thinking?!?!? And he was all like, 'No, this isn't right,' but then he did it anyway! And it was so... oh my god, Hana, it was... wow."

Hana sits up, trying to keep up with my babbling. "Wait, so you're saying Soobin oppa kissed you after he said it was wrong? And you're sure you weren't dreaming this?"

I nod vigorously, my head spinning. "No, no, it was real! I could feel it, Hana. His lips were so soft and tasted like chocolate ice cream, and it felt like... I don't even know, like everything else just disappeared, you know?"

Hana narrows her eyes, skeptism written all over her face. "No way, Y/N. You're telling me that Soobin oppa, Mr. Perfect Idol, kissed you? Like, he kissed you first? You probably kissed him, and he was just being polite!"

I shake my head vigorously, my hair flopping around like a drunken bobblehead. "No, Hana! I swear! He kissed me first! I was just being... I was just being... adventurous!" I exclaim, my excitement spilling over, even as the embarrassment of my drunken antics washes over me.

Hana slumps back onto the sofa, crossing her arms with a mischievous smirk. "Adventurous, huh? Sounds like you were just tipsy and impulsive. It's totally possible you leaned in and smacked your lips on him."

I huff, my cheeks flushing a shade of crimson. "No, listen! We were sitting there, and I was like, 'Just one kiss, Soobin,' and then—BAM! He kissed me!"

Hana raises an eyebrow, her skepticism only deepening. "So you're saying you didn't do the kissing? Just him? Are you sure you weren't, like, half-asleep and dreaming about him?"

I groan, flopping back onto the sofa, arms flailing in frustration. "No! I remember it! It was real! I mean, yes, I was a bit drunk, but I would never forget something like that!"

"Sure, sure," Hana says, still looking unconvinced. "But did you even think about what that means? What if he was just caught up in the moment? I mean, he probably thought you were just being silly."

I sit up straight, indignation rising. "No! It was passionate! It was—well, it was probably messy too because we were both drunk, but it happened!"

"Gurl do you realise how messed up that sounds. Yes I ship you both but you probably were the one who kissed him. Sounds exactly like you." Hana reaches out for the empty cans and shaking them, checking for a sound of beer sloshing around.

I cross my arms, "That does NOT sounds like me!"

Finding every can empty Hana slumps deeper into the sofa, "Do you know what you turn into when you drink Park Y/N. Cuz I can confirmm you would do that."