Melody of the soul

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Jiwong and Seobin stayed after class as the assigned monitors to clean up — a usual scenario, nothing special, and then...

Jiwong noticed Seobin bending down under the desk to retrieve a dropped pen. And suddenly, a thought hit him: he has such a slender, beautiful waist.

No, no, shake it off.

There was something aristocratic, graceful in Seobin's movement, in his bend, that Jiwong had never noticed before. Seobin felt his gaze, frowned, shot a look in Jiwong's direction, and Jiwong, swallowing hard, quickly turned away and began sweeping the floor as if nothing had happened. IN TRUTH, HIS MIND HAD GONE BLANK.

Otherwise, Seobin might think he actually wants to sleep with him. Jiwong's a well-mannered boy; he'd take his time.

When the cleaning was done and silence again settled over the empty classroom, Seobin unexpectedly approached Jiwong, nervously fiddling with the corner of his textbook. He wanted to say something, but the words seemed stuck. Jiwong didn't immediately understand what Seobin wanted and only looked at him, slightly flustered, waiting. Then Seobin, like the typical protagonist in a Korean drama, exhaled with a trembling voice:

"I... I've been in love with you since... since our first year. If I don't say it now, I may never be able to."

Jiwong froze in shock, feeling as if time had stopped. Seobin's face held a look of resignation, and it seemed like he was about to run away, but just then, Jiwong leaned in abruptly and, without thinking, kissed him. Seobin gasped, stunned:

"W-what are you doing?"

Wrong question, my dear.

"Is that how you react to a kiss from someone you love?" Jiwong asked with a smirk, stepping back as if teasing him.

Seobin, flustered, clumsily dropped his textbooks, and Jiwong quickly bent down to pick them up. Grabbing one, he glanced back at Seobin with a sly smile, stepping closer again:

"Not paying attention, are you?" he almost whispered, teasing him even more.

He touched his cheek again, and Seobin felt the warmth from that touch surge through him.

Meow meow woof woof?

Jiwong leaned in closer.

"Will you let me?" he asked, stroking the boy's left cheek.

And he kissed him again. Seobin stood motionless, heart pounding, unsure of how to respond.

Position of a statue taken, please call back later.

He thought that if he confessed, Jiwong would either reject him outright or reject him and then ignore him until the end of time. But now, everything happening was throwing him off balance, and his lips remained slightly parted. Jiwong took advantage of that moment, pressing another kiss to them. This time, Seobin, unable to hold back, responded to the kiss himself.

When their lips finally parted, Seobin, completely flushed, looked at Jiwong, noticing his face was burning, not with a light blush but as if a whole can of red paint had been poured on him from head to toe. He whispered shyly:

"This... this is my first kiss... I mean, my first... like this."

"Did you enjoy it?" Jiwong asked again, his eyes shining so sincerely, so openly, that Seobin's heart started pounding all over again.

"I... yes, but... I wasn't expecting... I didn't think..." he mumbled, feeling a whirlwind of embarrassment, happiness, and disbelief swirling inside him.

At that moment, Jiwong gently cupped his face and pulled him closer, with a beautiful smile that had charmed Seobin a few years back. Seobin leaned in, this time consciously, to kiss him himself. They embraced cautiously, their hearts seemingly beating in unison, never slowing.

Jiwong kissed him tenderly, pausing on each kiss, brushing over his cheeks, eyes, temples, neck... Seobin still couldn't believe what was happening, but he didn't pull away.

Will they become a couple?

Nope, hehehe.