...love, Sang

Kota's Locks

"You're done with your homework?" Kota asked as I flipped my notebook close.

I looked at him while he pushed the sleeves of their faux Academy uniform up his elbows. My eyes drifted to his arms as his muscles flexed underneath his polo shirt then back at his face. And he's grinning. I can feel my cheeks heat up and answered him with a quiet "yes" immediately. Did he notice that I was staring at him?

I pushed myself up from the floor and gathered my notebook, book and pen, walked towards the bed and stuffed it back inside my bookbag.

"Kota, uhm, do you mind if I.." I looked back at him and got surprised seeing him so close to me. He must have wanted to climb his bed so I stepped aside and muttered an apology.

Before I completely sidestepped, he held me by my shoulders and said, "Woah, did I scare you Sang? I'm sorry." I looked at his green eyes and then his lips. I thought I want to kiss him but dismissed the idea. Erica might come up here any second and I don't want to embarass Kota.

Then I saw his lips moving, he's saying something, I think. "Sang? Hey, are you okay? Hey Sang."

"Uhm uh... oh yeah. I'm sorry. What were you saying again Kota?" I asked.

"I was asking you what was it you wanted tell me. You were asking if I would mind if.." his hands gently rubbing my arms and I lost what he was saying again. Sang, focus on his voice. I forgot what I wanted to tell him so I made another one up.

"Oh uh I-I was..", stuttering, my eyes drifted to his eyes and to his hair. His bangs. I cleared my throat and said, "I was wondering if you would let me cut your hair?"

"My hair? You want to cut my hair?" He released me and touched his hair, only now noticing how it has gotten long, almost over his eyes. "Oh, Gabe usually cuts our hair for us. I guess he didn't notice since he's busy."

That was silly of me. Of course he wouldn't want me to cut his hair. I would just ruin it. "Oh I guess I'll just remind him later then." I said and gave a small smile.

"What? No. I mean, Sang, do you want to cut my hair?", he asked. "But Gabriel..", I started. "Don't worry about it. If you want to cut it then it's fine. It is getting long now. It can't wait for Gabriel when I can have you cut it. What do you say, Sang?" He looked at me expectantly.

I would please him. I smiled and gave him a quick hug saying, "Thank you, I would like to cut it." He smiled back and grabbed my hand. He pulled me inside the bathroom and prepared a comb, scissors and a towel. He pulled a chair inside the bathroom and sat on it.

He opened up his arms, a welcoming gesture and said, "Sang, I'm ready. I'm all yours." My heart fluttered with his words. With my blush-tainted cheeks, I stepped forward, covered his shoulders with the towel and picked the scissors up. I saw him tensed up a bit and sat straight. "Kota, are you sure about this?" I asked. Now hesitant especially with the scissors in my hands.

He stood up, cupped my face with both hands and said, "Yes, Sang. Anything for you. Anything you want. Like I said, I'm all yours." Before I can answer, I feel his lips brush mine softly. "23" He counted and I giggled. He kissed me again and I opened up my lips a little. I let him nibble on my lower lip and I kissed him back. His hands are on my lower back, rubbing circles over my shirt. I feel his hands going lower, cupping my butt and he gently squeezed them. I moaned into the kiss and I dropped the scissors loudly on the floor. "24. I'm sorry, did I distract you?", he asked. A smile on his lips.

"I'm always distracted when you're around Kota, since the day I met you." I said breathlessly. "Do you regret it yet?" I asked, pertaining to what he did on our first meeting.

He smiled so big and I see recognition in his eyes, like he's re-living that moment and his eyes soften. "Never have. Never will, Sang. You mean so much to me and I will do it over" Kiss. "And over." Another kiss. "And over again just to meet you." Kota said. And this time before he leaned down to reach my lips, I tiptoed and met him halfway. I pressed my lips on his, kissing him, hoping he would feel how happy I am that he found me. How I would be forever grateful for that fateful night that brought us together. Him. Kota. My knight and my love.

"Where's my Pookie? Kota, where do you keep her?", "Honey, we're home!", "Saaaang! Let's make chocolate chip pancakes before my grumpy little brother gets here!" Booming voices can be heard from down below. I guess some of the boys are here. My boys.

I can feel Kota grumbling in the kiss and I smiled at that. As our lips parted and before we face the others, I whispered against his lips "27".