Hearing the door opening on the first floor, you get startled and look at the time on your pc. ''Oh, shoot.'' You say to yourself, closing it after making sure your file was saved.
-Y/n? I'm here. Let's go? - The boy shouts from the kitchen.
-Yes! I'm here in the room. I'm almost done. - You say hearing his footsteps going up the stairs and stopping in front of the door. You turn around and he is leaning on the wall with his arms crossed. He sighs exaggeratedly deep to show his discontent.
-You always get late. Why am I still surprised? - He complains and you roll your eyes.
-Come on, Haechan. I just need 10 minutes more and we can go out, okay? - You say walking to him. - I'm just gonna put on some make up and I'm done. I swear. - You say and chuckle, not being able to hold his laugh with you making that begging face.
-Alright. Then go. You just have... 9 minutes and 49 seconds. - He says, looking at his watch, making you run to the bathroom.
-Geez... Why so literal? - You say as he throws himself on your bed, taking his cellphone in his pocket with a side smirk. - Are you sure there is a good place for you? Won't we be surrounded? Won't your fans kill me? - You ask and he laughs.
-Nah. This place is okay. I'll put on my hat and mask, so we won't be bothered. - He answers.
You and Haechan have known each other since school. You became his best friend and watched him become an idol. It didn't surprise you that he really did it. You always knew how talented he was. But at the same time, you were surprised by his new side whenever he went up on the stage. He got a different aura. And his voice... You totally love his voice. You really could see how much he improved in these years. And even being his best friend for a long time, you were not immune to his charms. He was incredible. And sometimes you got yourself drooling over him when his fancam was on the tv, but you would never tell him that. That could ruin your friendship and make things weird between you. You don't know how he would react. Especially if he finds out that you are one of those girls who writes fanfics about him.
-Uhm... It's better if we take the longest way to get there. If we take this shortcut, they can find me there. - Haechan thinks, looking at the map app on his cellphone. - But where do I go from here? It's better to search on the internet. - He says and stands up from your bed. - I'm gonna use her pc. It's better. - He says and sits down on the chair facing the monitor. Cracking his fingers, he types the password, and it opens a word file. - Well, let's see... - He says, going to open a new browser, but the text in front of his eyes draws his attention when by accident he glances at his name written there. - Ugh? What is this? - He says, confused. - ''And then Haechan looked at my eyes. He was so handsome and his lips were so tempting.'' - He laughs. - Whaat? What is this? Is this one of those fanfics? Why is she reading this? - He says, scrolling down.
He notices a folder open. It's named as ''secret''. He clicks on it and sees other files and starts to read them. ''Haechan got closer to me and my body was trembling. He pulled me by my waist and kissed my lips in a way that I was waiting for a long time.'' He reads the line and his chin drops.
-No way... Is she writing this? - A smirk comes to his face.
-Haechan? - You see him on your table and glance at the screen. Your heart freezes. You run to the desk and close the notebook. He looks at you in the eyes with a ''I got you'' smile on his face. - W-What were you doing on my pc? What were you reading? - You ask with heart racing inside your chest.
-I was searching for the road we would take, but I found something much better instead. You didn't tell me that you thought I was so handsome, Y/n. - He says, and you widen your eyes.
-Haechan, that was- Uhm... it isn't mine. - You say seeing him standing up from the chair.
-No, no. I saw what you wrote. That you find my lips tempting, that you can't resist when you see me up on stage, that my voice makes you go crazy. - He says and your face instantly goes beet red.
-Aaaaah, shut uuuup! I don't! - You turn around to run away, but he pulls you back by your wrist.
-Wow, Y/n... I didn't expect you to have those thoughts about me, really. – He ironically sighs with a proud face.
-I don't. People like to read those things and since I know how you are, it would look more realistic. That's all. - You gulp.
-You can confess, Y/n. It's ok. I know I'm irresistible. I mean, look at me. – He says and you roll your eyes.
-Uggh! You are unbearable. – You say walking away and he follows you.
-Unbearable, but sexy. You wrote it yourself. – He says with a side smirk.
-Don't kid yourself. I don't think about you like this. So, take it out of your head. – You say trying to keep serious, but inside you, you were nervous and a little angry because you know how much he is going to annoy you from now on. You take your purse and start to organize it just so you could look away from him for a second.
-I see. So, you don't get nervous if I come closer like this? - He asks, turning you around by your wrist and you could feel your heart almost going out through your mouth.
-N-No... - You answer and he smirks, with his face only a few inches from yours.
-What if I kiss you then? Will it be like the things you wrote? - He asks, glancing at your lips.
-Stop making fun of me. It's not funny. - You push him by the chest, not looking at his eyes. - You are just messing with me because you saw that, but forget about it. We have been friends since the beginning. - You say, but he pulls you by the waist again.
-Let's see if it's really like this. - He says and crashes his lips on yours.
Your stomach feels like going on a roller coaster. You still can't believe that he is really doing that. In your mind, he always saw you like a friend, especially after he was famous. The amount of pretty girls that might have drawn his attention always crossed your mind, but now it looks like it was not only you who felt this attraction between you too.
Not pulling away from the kiss, he leads you to the table. Your back touches it and your arms instinctively fly to his neck. He pulls you closer, digging his fingers on your waist, and finally finishes the kiss with a peck on your lips. You open your eyes, looking up at him. Your breathing is heavy and your face is red by what has just happened.
-Was it like you wrote about? - He asks almost whispering.
-It was better. - I say, and his gaze straightens in a smirk.
