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십칠 ✧ 단

S E V E N T E E N ✧ S W E E T
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MY MIND can't seem to process whatever's happening right now. But honestly, who would, though? It's like one minute we're just laughing and playing a harmless game on the couch, and the next he has his hands cupping my cheeks, the two of us having our lips interlocked with each other's.

It takes me a moment or two to respond to him mainly due to surprise, but after some time I get lost in the moment and kiss him back without much hesitance. I didn't realize how much I actually wanted him until now, and it feels so new and foreign to me that I can't help but feel a little scared.

His lips are electrifying and sweet, to say the least—the moment they touched mine, it sent involuntary goosebumps over my skin, chills running down my spine at a speed that amazes me. My pulse races, adrenaline racing throughout my body, and my head spins from this strange sensation.

Aside from the occasional sounds of us shifting on the couch and my own heart thumping loudly in my ears, the whole house is practically silent. There is the distant humming of the fridge and rare chirps of crickets, but at this time of night, most of everything's sound asleep and I don't know if I should be happy that no one can disturb us or be disappointed because nothing can distract me from the boy.

It's still pretty dark in the living room, to which I am thankful for because this way, Mingyu can't see the red in my cheeks and all the emotions in my eyes. The light in the kitchen is still on, though, thus providing enough light for me to be able to tell what I'm doing. But it's not like I even need it; I have my eyes closed for the most part.

After what feels like an eternity of full-on skinship between the two of us, Mingyu and I slowly pull away from each other a little breathlessly. Our eyes are still locked on each other's, and I feel bile immediately rise up in my throat due to my nervousness.

At first, he only stares at me with an unreadable expression on his face. Perhaps he's deep in thought or even asking himself just what on earth have we done, but all I know that it's a little more than just awkward for me so I force myself to break eye contact and sheepishly look down.

At this point, I don't even know what's going to happen tomorrow. I can't even imagine what's going to happen now. Are we going to talk about it? Kiss some more? Continue with our game? I can't honestly say—this boy is pretty unpredictable.

Finally, he makes a move and hesitantly plants a chaste little kiss on the top of my head. Then, with an almost inaudible whisper, he says, "Good night, Crystal."

I quietly nod, unable to bring myself to open my mouth to say something—anything—to the boy. I turn away from him and lay the side of my head on the headrest, suddenly feeling tense and awkward, but it must've only been me because Mingyu just casually puts his arm around my waist, face buried in the crook of my neck and making my heart hammer against my ribcage once more.

At this rate, I was probably going to die from cardiac arrest right on the spot. I don't know how Mingyu is so calm after what's happened, staring aimlessly at the blank TV screen while I'm hardly able to breathe beside him, but his expression is so relaxed and unperplexed that I can't help but allow myself to wonder if he's actually done these things with other girls before.

The thought itself sends daggers right through my chest, causing me to screw my eyes shut and clench my jaws.

No, I can't think about that.

"What's wrong?" Mingyu murmurs against the back of my ear, sending gooseflesh across my skin yet again.

"N-nothing." I lie, not wanting to ask him such a question just yet. "I was just... Thinking."

"What about?"

"Nothing in particular."

He simply hums in response, one hand moving to rub small comforting circles onto the back of my palm as if he's trying to reassure me that whatever I had thought of is nothing.

We stay quiet and sure enough, I drift to sleep not long later with one question revolving around my mind as I get pulled under oblivion.

What's going to happen to us now?

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THE FOLLOWING MORNING, I wake up alone on the couch. Somehow, Mingyu's shoulder, which I had been resting my head on the previous night, has been replaced by a pillow cushion and the blanket we shared is now wrapped around me in a snug embrace instead.

Groggily, I sit up and rub my tired eyes as I look around the room, eyes still squinted as they haven't gotten used to the amount of light just yet.

Where did Mingyu go?

A sweet and buttery smell infiltrates my nostrils then, making me snap my head at the direction of the kitchen and assume that he's in there presumably eating. I stand up and drag my tired body towards the room, leaning against the doorframe once I arrive.

Mingyu is standing by the waffle maker, his back facing me as he opens it to reveal waffles that are cooked to a golden crisp. He is quietly singing—or rapping, rather—to a song I'm not too familiar with. I smile to myself, admiring his voice as he does so, and watch him a little while longer until I decide to make my presence known.

"I didn't know you rapped." I say, nearly making him drop the plate in his hands as he jumps at my voice.

He whips around to face me, relief washing over him once he realizes that it's only me. "Yah, you startled me!" Mingyu scowls, his eyebrows furrowed and lips forming a little pout.

"Mianhae, mianhae." I laugh, entertained by his expression. "How long have you been up?"

"Around thirty minutes," He answers, returning his attention towards the waffles which are still in the waffle maker. Scooping them onto the plate, he says, "I went over to the bakery to get some croissants earlier. And here—" He places the plate on the island standing between us, pushing it gently in my direction— "I made you waffles, too."

"You didn't have to, you know."

"Maybe," He unplugs the waffle maker and leans onto the island across of me. "But I wanted to. Now shh and eat your breakfast."

I shake my head, a little smile finding its way onto my lips. "Don't overwork yourself, Mingyu."

"Shh," He repeats, putting one slender finger to my lips to shush me. "don't make me feed you myself."