The Atlas Of Love

- four -

After getting our tacos from Danny's, Dean drove us back to his apartment where he lived with his younger brother.

I was informed that his brother was busy playing games in his room so I didn't bother to disturb him to say my greetings.

After he picked out some more snacks from his kitchen, we settled down on the couch in his living room to watch a movie of his choice.

He picked Black Panther and I seconded his decision. I've already watched it earlier but it was always better to watch it with Dean.

I remember poking Dean with my foot whenever I wanted refills for the popcorn and ice-cream and getting "get it yourself" remarks from him, but not much after that.

I must've dozed off halfway through the movie.

I felt my body being shifted from the comfortable couch and opened my eyes.

Dean's face was so close to mine and even with the dim lighting, I managed to see all his sharp features.

He looked even more breathtakingly gorgeous up close.

Dean was startled when his eyes met mine. "Holy mother of-- Jaein. You scared me."

I chuckled at his reaction.

"I thought you were sleeping, so I was carrying you to my bed." He explained, the reason why one of his arm was stuck between my neck and the other below my thighs.

"No it's fine. I only dozed off for a while." I laughed, sitting up.

He sat down beside me, continuing his movie.

It was then I realized that I wouldn't pick anyone else over him to do this with.

I admit, there was a time when I thought Xander and my 'balconial conversations' was the best thing to ever happen to me, but no.

Sitting on a couch in my sweats with snacks and watching a movie with my best bud? I'd pick that over cold balconies and arguments any day.

"Hey Dean." I called out.

"What?" He turned to look me.

"I want to talk." I said.

"About what?" He shifted in his seat so he was facing me.

"I don't know. Stuff." I leaned in on the couch, my head resting on my hand.

Dean and I have had conversations like this before. The ones where we thank each other for being there and hug it out in the end.

But I didn't want this to be just one of those conversations.

"Okay." He lowered the volume of the movie, but didn't turn it off.

He raised his eyebrows waiting for me to start.

"Err, well."

Wow. I've never been nervous around him. This feeling is foreign to me.

He remained silent, his light brown eyes fixed on mine.

"I'm thankful for you." I blurted out. "You're always there for me. Even back in high school and even today. I just, I don't know how miserable I would be without you." I finished, both our lips stretching upward to smile.

"I've been holding myself back for too long now, and I wish you didn't have to say that today." He said, lowering his head. A deep chuckle followed.

"What do you--" "Jaein." He cut me off, sighing.

"Why, what's wrong?"

"I'm sorry." He confessed.

"For what?"

He didn't reply.

Slightly disappointed with how the conversation turned out, I tried my best to keep my smile on.

"For whatever I'm about to do."

"Dean, ple--" this time he cut me off with his hands cupping my cheeks. 

Lately, things had been a little different with Dean and I. Everytime his hands brushed past mine, I felt giddy and he looks so much more attractive than he used to be.

He leaned in closer and I felt scared and uneasy. My heart was hammering inside my chest.
I knew where this was leading to.

We've had many 'almost' moments earlier too, but I never paid any heed to those, blaming my mind for getting ahead of itself.

When his lips landed on mine, all the confusion and uneasiness vanished.

His lips felt so good against mine and I found myself thinking how it never occurred to me to try kissing him earlier.

It was just me and him at this moment. It was that simple.

I kissed him back, my hands making their way to the back of his head, my fingers playing with his hair.

Without leaving my lips, his hands carried me up, so I was sitting on his lap. His hands roamed my back, as he left kisses on my jaw and neck.

I pulled him back up, kissing his lips.

We both pulled away, panting as he rested his forehead on mine.

His hands still held my tightly and my hands were still playing with his hair.

"I cannot believe I resisted that for that many years." He said, rubbing his nose against mine.

"I know." I joked.

"If I knew that kissing you felt that good, I would've done it a long time back." He spoke against my lips, tempting me.

I felt lightheaded, my eyes focusing on his lips.

I don't know how we ended up like this, I don't know what urged him to kiss me, and what made me kiss him back, but I knew that I wanted to kiss him again.

This time, I kissed him first, pushing him down as my legs straddled his.

We both smiled throughout the kiss.

I pulled away first, resting my head on his chest. The couch was big enough to fit the both of us and with one swift movement, he pulled me down beside him.

His hands protectively held me as he is closed his eyes, resting his head on the armrest.

I snuggled up closer to him, resting my head on the crook of his neck.

"Jaein." He called.

"What?" I looked up.

"Let's stay like this for awhile."

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