𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐩 - 𝐣𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧

Twelve.

"I still haven't had my first kiss."
"Do you want to?"

Jeongin's breath caught in his throat as he stared into Chan's eyes, searching for any hint of humour or joking. He found none. Shyly, he looked toward the ground and nodded.

Chan quietly ran his hands through Jeongin's hair as he waited for the boy to look at him again. When he did, Chan raised an eyebrow as if to ask, are you sure? The younger boy nodded again, and in an instant, Chan had pulled him closer and kissed him gently. Jeongin held Chan's hand with one of his own, and with the other he nervously gripped a handful of the other boy's shirt.

Though the kiss was simple and lasted only a few seconds, they were both breathless when they pulled away. Jeongin's eyes fluttered open slowly and he saw Chan with a soft smile that matched his own. He giggled softly as he played with Chan's fingers, too shy to look back up at him again. The blonde stared at the younger boy whose face was dusted with a soft rose tint and couldn't help but smile.

In a small voice, Jeongin muttered, "Thank you." He then kissed Chan on the cheek and ran off, shouting, "I'll see you at the bonfire."

Chan laughed and sighed contentedly as he watched Jeongin's shyness take over.

He could hardly wait for the bonfire.