Beach Days [JaeSeong]

Chapter Eight

I leave the school slowly, looking for Inseong. Is he here? What if he's not here. What should I do then. Should I wait? I don't... Oh my god he looks so good today.
- Annyeong, Jaeyoonie.
- Annyeong, hyung. You're looking good today.
He smiles before replying:
- Thanks. Now come on, let's go.
When we start to walk away I realize people are staring at us. I know I'm friendless af and he's beautiful af but can y'all not. I hope he doesn't notice it.
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(Inseong's p.o.v)

I wish I could hold his hand but people are already staring, I don't want to embarrass him. I walk him home so he can change his school uniform and get the things for the sleepover. His room is nice, it has his personality on it. The walls are a baby blue color and he has photos of nature on his desk, he probably took these. I lose myself in thoughts, so he waves his hand in front of my face. I smile and slowly turn my head to look at him but before I can he gets closer to me and kiss my cheek. Well, he tried to kiss my cheek but I was turning my head to his direction, so he kissed the corner of my lips. We're both blushing furiously.
- We should go, we don't want to lose my mom's lunch. - And with that we leave his room trying to act like nothing happened.
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(Jaeyoon's p.o.v)

For fucks sake I nearly kissed his lips. I'm still freaking out about that. He's acting like nothing happened. I think I shouldn't have tried that. Did I ruined everything? No. No, he doesn't seem mad. It felt good kissing the corner of his lips, I wonder how it feels to actually kiss them. They seem soft. Am I staring? Omg I'm staring, control yourself. Damn it. I look down all the time until he stops walking.
- Why did you stop? - I ask. He takes my backpack out of my shoulders and puts it on his own. Then he holds my hand, intertwining our fingers together, and keeps walking. He. Is. Holding. My. Hand. Why. Omg. His hand is soft. It fits mine perfectly. I look at our hands, then at him, then at our hands. I can't stop smiling.