nine seconds [J9 | COMPLETED]

five seconds

"Beam..."

Nine stood up and looked at the guy who was staring to the both of us.

"This is Joong, my best friend."

He introduced me to him and Beam waved hid hands at me. He was smiling and at least I forced myself to smile back at him. He annoys me and I don't like the fact he talks to Nine.

"I know you well, Nine alwa---" Nine shoved his hands to Beam's mouth and he pushed him all the way outside the nurse's office.

Nine came back sweating. I could see the beads of sweat trickle down his face. He sat down next to me and casted out a spell of smile.

And again I am bewitched, enchanted by his beauty.

All the worries inside me were washed away and I couldn't stop my lips to curve up.

Nine raised his eyebrows as if he was judging me. I raised my eyebrows as well and we both laughed.

I was intoxicated to the feelings I have and if Nine is a bottle of wine I won't hesitate to take a swig or down it in one go. Perhaps that summer and up until now inside this silent, dusty office, I am addicted to my best friend.

I am drunk in love to this forbidden drink.

He asked me why I collapsed all of a sudden and his questions were answered by the student nurse who accompanied us.

I was sleep-deprived and dehydrated plus I had an empty stomach. After taking a rest, Nine and I went out of the office and we were walking on the hallways.

The students were nowhere to be seen or maybe they are inside their classrooms or probably home. Nine clung his hand on my arms and I was astounded by the abrupt touching of our skin.

I felt a weird kick on my stomach. It wasn't bad. It was more of a good feeling like when you are seated under the tree while reading a book of poetry or you are under the scorching sun licking a chocolate ice cream melting from the heat. It was a feeling I keep wanting to feel.

I was very aware of his slender fingers on my skin that I don't want to stop walking so i could feel him for eternity.

"Joong..."

Nine stopped from walking. He was looking down on the floor when he let go of me.

"Why?" He added a question that isn't so clear.

His eyes are on me now and his face serious. I sighed and held his hands.

"What do you mean? Is there any problem?" I asked him trying to stay calm.

"I'm confused and I have been thinking about it lately. I can't get it out of my head. It keeps coming back whenever I try to forget it." He heaved a sigh and bit his lip.

"Joong, why?"

I held onto his hands tightly as I wait for his next words.

"Why did you kiss me that summer?"