His Fake Girlfriend

22. "Can I Kiss You?"

22.

Kris's POV

Omma was up to something. Something was fishy about this. She'd never not come home before, so why had she chosen today to not come? It was all too coincidental.

Reum and I spent our time watching tv on the couch in silence. She was sat on the chair on the other side of the room, a cute little angry expression on her face.

I watched her quite bluntly, eyeing her features. Her eyes, her nose, her... lips.

I suddenly felt a hot rush from all four corners of my body. My stomach was full off butterflies. I felt warm all over and my lips tingled.

Remembering that short second of our lips pressing together made me feel all hot and bothered.

I just stared and stared and stared at her mouth as she watched the tv screen. This was wrong. So wrong.

What I was feeling was wrong.

Warmth.

Something in me was angry at me for sitting so far away from her. I wanted to squeeze onto the small 1 piece couch she was perched on with her. I wanted to be close to her. And that was frightening.

"What?" Her voice cut through my bubble and I was shaken.

"Uh-" I didn't know what to say. I was caught staring at her red handed.

"Uh what?" Her voice was painfully hostile.

I had to react. And fast.

"Uhh well.." What shall I say?

"Uhh well..what?" She mocked.

"You're ugly." I blurted out not thinking.

Both her face and my heart dropped. Why the hell did I say that?

"Thanks." She smiled and turned back to the screen.

I shouldn't have said that. I shouldn't have said that. I should not have said that.

Just as I was cursing at myself harshly for speaking to her that way. I heard her get up and looked at her. Her back was to me as she walked out of the room.

"Where are you going?" I asked before she reached the doorway.

She turned back round and I caught a full blast look of her red face.

"None of your business." She snapped and sauntered from the room.

And I didn't get to apologise.

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REUM's POV

I had seen him staring at me but chose to ignore it.

I had watched him from the corner of my eye as different facial expressions crossed his face.

But I had ignored it all. Until I couldn't anymore.

"What?" I snapped. All the staring made me feel self conscious.

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"You're ugly." He finally admitted.

I felt my face drop and my stomach along with it. Why was he so cruel?

My face grew redder and redder with embarrassment. I might have been ugly but he had no right to speak that way to my face. It was so bold. So uncaring. So him.

You're ugly. You're ugly. You're ugly.

My heart tried to fight against the words. Reasoning with me to act rational and not take him seriously, but my brain was pulling in the opposite direction. It believed him.

Kris doesn't like you, it taunted. There's no reason for him to find you attractive.

Why was I even thinking about this? I had to leave the room. And fast.

I bolted up out of my seat and he stopped me at the door.

"Where are you going?" His loud voice came from across the room.

Why does it matter?

"None of your business." I snapped and walked out.

Insecure. That was all I felt.

I was upstairs in Kris's bedroom staring at myself in the mirror. Pulling faces, stretching at my cheeks, everything. I was looking. Looking for everything wrong with me.

Suddenly everything I hated about myself, every flaw I had, screamed at me. Like the small dint in my neck from a fall I had when I was younger. Like my small skin imperfections where my cheeks were ranges of colour. Everything seemed magnified.

Thanks to Kris.

"I didn't mean it you know." A small voice said from the doorway.

I turned around quickly. Kris was stood in the doorway looking into the room. How much had he seen?

"Enough." He said, walking into the room.

I spoke outloud?

"Yes. And you did just then too." He smiled and stood next to me in the mirror. I turned and looked at the mirror at us.

We stood side by side in silence, staring at our reflections. I was watching my imperfections again, a look of disgust stretched across my face.

Kris was... Well, he was watching me.

He stood next to me and watched me patiently as I threw looks of disgust at myself.

"Stop doing that." He whispered, staring intently at me.

"Doing what?" I asked, dumbfounded craning my neck to look up at him. We were stood awkwardly close.

"Looking at yourself that way." He ruffled his hair angrily. "Dammit! I didn't mean what I said!"

"Why did you say it then?" I snapped back. It wasn't fair that he was the angry one. I deserved to be angry too.

What he said next tore both my heart and my brain in half.

His voice sounded so small as he looked down.

"I..don't know." He whispered, looking down.

"Comfort him!" My heart shouted.

"Why should you?" My brain sneered. "He deserves to feel bad." It challenged.

I just watched Kris as he looked down. His cheeks were slightly pink and I had never seen him so.. Defeated? Defeated.

He gave up. I knew it. His demeanour, everything screamed his surrender.

So..I'm giving up too.

I stepped closer to him a grabbed his face in my hands. I moved his head in my hand so he was looking directly at me. Into my eyes. We were now even closer, face to face and eye to eye.

I stared at him for a moment. His shocked and confused expression stared back at me.

"It's okay." I whispered to him. "Don't feel bad." I smiled to show him it was fine.

This was the first true interaction we had ever had. Behind the cameras, behind everything. This was the first time I was willingly touching him.

He just stared at me, his gazed fixed upon not my eye, no, but from what I could tell.. My lips.

Kris started leaning in.

What do I do?

Do I want this? Did I want him to kiss me?

"Yes" my heart shouted.

"No" my brain argued.

Kris was now so close, I could count every hidden imperfection on his face. He was that close. I gulped and just froze. I didn't know what I was doing. I was struck between waiting for him to kiss me and seeing where this went.

Kris stopped suddenly. He stopped leaning in altogether and stared at me. His eyes blazed with some foreign emotion.

"Can I.. Kiss you?" He asked.

My head felt woozy. I couldn't think. I couldn't reply.

"Yessss you can!" The beating heart of mine shouted.

"No. You can't." The logical brain of mine answered.

But what did I want? Forgetting my heart an my brain for a moment, what did I want?

I wanted kris.

I selfishly wanted Kris. I wanted this moment. That was the honest to God truth. I wanted Kris. And it had taken me so long to realise that.

Just as I was about to nod, something changed in Kris's eyes.

He looked crestfallen. Absolutely shattered.

He had taken my silence as a no, and slowly moved back.

No!

I grabbed him by the collar and pulled him back. A bold but smart move.

"Kiss me." I whispered, close to his lips.

Kris was shocked for a moment then his expression changed again. That clouded emotion in his eyes picked back up as he stared at me leaning in again.

This was happening.

This was really happening.

But it didn't? Why? Because the sudden alarm of the doorbell caused us to jump apart.

The moment was ruined.

Kris awkwardly scratched his neck and threw me a small smile.

"Better go see who that is." He smiled and walked out of the room.

He had just chickened out.

I took the time he was gone to give myself a peptalk. I was angry at myself for letting it got that far. I was so stupid. So so stupid.

This was Kris. Kris the jerk. Kris the asshole. Why would he ever consider the chance of.. Us?

Why was I so stupid?

I fell for it. That scheme of his. I knew what had do. He'd pretend to like me then throw me aside. I wasn't going to be his toy.

Gritting my teeth and with this in mind, I stomped downstairs to see who had come.

I stopped short at the staircase and crouched down.

The scene unfolded before me and I watched as kris opened the door. I didn't want to make myself seen so I hid behind the banister.

The door opened and in rushed 4 or so blonde or brunette tall.. Canadians.

A girl jumped on Kris, hugging him hard.

(A/n: engrish here again. Reum can't understand but I'll write what's being said in English with the * again)

"KEVINNNNNNN*" she shouted in his arms. The others laughed and all in turn hugged kris.

"We've missed you pal*" one of the boys punched Kris in the arm and smirked.

"I've missed you all too*." Kris smiled and led them to the living room.

They were now out of sight.

Who the hell were these people?
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A/n:
Hiiii
I don't know if you can tell but this chapter was sorta rushed. I wrote in in less that 2 hours? Is that bad?

But I wanted more "moments" between kris and reum to bring the romance to life.

Also if anyone's reading my Luhan fanfic please note that i won't update it anytime soon. I have a goal for it to reach before I post again. And that sounds super selfish right? But in super proud of that piece of writing and I really want more recognition for it. Hope you all understand..

Anyway next chapter features games games games and Ill reveal Kris's friends.

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