whirlwind: diyue ficlets

butterflies on her lips

and then dylan kissed me. his lips brushed mine ever so softly. like my lips were cotton candy and he didnt want them to melt. just yet. i could feel how smooth and plump his lips were as they fluttered against mine and i remember thinking that noone had ever kissed me quite like this before. i didnt know kissing could be like that.

it was the softest kiss i have ever received in my life. and yet, i felt in my bones.

when we broke apart he looked at me and said,"was that okay?"

no, it's not.

"ah yes. that's fine, dylan. we can do it like that for the real take later."

"cool. later, shenyue!"

i watched him as he walked away in the direction of the dining hall when suddenly i felt my own fingers on my lips. i didn't even realize i had brought them there.

breathe, shenyue, BREATHE.

and so i did. i closed my eyes, breathed and waited for my world to re-center itself. it took a good five minutes of standing there like an idiot before i felt that i could trust my legs to carry me to makeup and wardrobe.

but as soon as i took my first step, i felt it again. so intense this time i almost tripped on my own feet. butterflies. everywhere. in my chest. in my stomach. on my lips, like he was still kissing me.

that was just a rehearsal for our first kiss scene. we have quite a few more to shoot. i am so fucked.

(28 November 2018)
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author's note:

i've had people on twitter asking me to write a dylan's pov of this scene and i have to apologize but i don't think i could ever write one 🙈