Blaze

Wild Night Out? - Not So Much

"Tao," Donghae leaned against the table, "you know better and because you do, you can make a change. Just because you came from your parents does not make you like them. You've worked hard; you're definitely changing for the better."

"But what if...I lose the reason why I wanted to be good? I might become bad again."

"Tao..."

"I'm not hungry."

Donghae watched Tao get up and head straight for his room. Just like before he listened to the door close. What had gotten into Tao this time?

~_____~

"You ate kind of fast. You're in such a rush to leave?" Kris asked as he walked Namjoo out.

"I didn't eat earlier. I was hungry," Namjoo replied. "I could ditch you any other time. Why are you turning this into one of them?"

Kris snorted, "Did you drive?"

"Yea."

"Why? Next time, don't. I'll take you home next time and the time after that and the time after that."

Kris had never felt so lighthearted before. He was really happy.

He caught Namjoo's eyes when she turned to look up at him.

"What?"

"Nothing." She turned away and pulled her keys out of her pocket.

"You really want to leave soon, don't you?" Kris asked.

He wished they could talk longer; that Namjoo would want to stay with him like he wanted to stay in her company. It made his heart gush when he thought of them sitting together doing nothing, but talking. It was a warming thought.

Although he still didn't know why Namjoo had hugged him earlier, he wished she'd show him more attention and affection. Kris had felt important to her and he wanted to always feel like he was on her mind. Wouldn't it be so great if they were mutual?

"Namjoo," he called when they approached her car and shamelessly asked, "can I at least kiss you?"

The keys jingled against each other and he thought she'd probably say something mean to him and just drive off. Namjoo though, slowly turned around to look up at him. They stood immersed in silence with his eyes searching her face for permission. He couldn't read her. Namjoo just stood there staring back at him before her hand eventually hesitated then he felt her touch his arm. Her grasp was light and soft just like how she'd held him earlier.

Kris' blood rushed and his heart raced. As soon as Namjoo tip-toed he slid his hand across her face to pull her into a kiss. The aftertaste of their dinner drifted into his mouth as he exhiberently and slowly kissed her. And he couldn't be any more thrilled that Namjoo was kissing him.

Their noses brushed when he pulled back. His eyes rested on her lips and her warm breath still meeting with his lips. He wanted more, so much more of her that he wanted to whine in desperation but he knew she was tired.

"I should let you go," he said, "before I take you back with me."

A smile lighted his lips and he resorted to giving her a quick peck and another peck on her forehead before stepping back. He felt so enlightened that it didn't matter what rude words she'd say to him anymore. He liked her and he knew that somewhere in the cold exterior of her heart, she had him there too.

"Thanks for showing up," he told, "drive back carefully and get some rest. I'll see you tomorrow."

Those almost empty eyes of her glanced at him before she said, "Goodnight, Kris."