I don't know if I should really tell him or just tell him something else.
I don't know how he's going to react–
But what if he really likes me?
Nah, he can't like someone like me.
He'll never like me the way I like him.
He's just so perfect and I'm- a mess.
I just wish things were different?
I don't really know. I—
I hear the door bell ring.
"San my sweetie-! There you aree! You look way better now-"
I laugh heartly and hug him.
"Yeah, no, I was actually dying yesterday–"
He laughs too, making my heart melt.
"Yeah, I know you too well. But you're ok now, are you?"
"Yeah, I am. Stop worrying."
He pats my head and I can't help but smile.
We sit on the couch and I look at him worried.
"Sooo.. what happened yesterday?"
He sees my expression and becames worried himself.
"Uh, you know. It was actually nothing- you told me embarassing stuff about your past."
I shouldn't tell him.
"But- that's what I do when I'm sober.."
He shakes his head, confused.
"You got me to come here just for this? Come on, Woo. I know there's something else."
Ok, I'm gonna tell him.
"We kissed."
"Oh-" he goes silent for a moment, then looks at me with corrugated eyebrows "on the cheek, right? Like we always do?"
Is he stupid or innocent?
"No, San. We kissed on the lips. Like- like lovers do."
I feel my cheeks turning as hot as the sun so I cover my face.
"Ah."
