One-Shots | Dahmo

7 Minutes In Heaven

"Spin! Spin! Spin!"

I rolled my eyes. "Alright, alright!"

A loud cheer came from the rest of the boys and girls in the circle.

When I took hold of the bottle, the cheering increased in volume.

"Listen, y'all!"

Silence.

All eyes were on me.

"I'll make out with any boy in this circle!" I yelled.

An eruption of cheers, oo's, and ah's came from the circle I sat in.

But, I was lying. I had my eyes on one person only.

Kim Dahyun.

We had been friends for years, and then one day, we weren't.

"Excuse me?" I questioned, inching slowly away from you.

"Don't tell me you don't fell it too, Momo!" you responded.

I stood up from the bed we had just been cuddling on. "You can't just tell me you love me like that! I . . . I need time to process this. I better go."

I grabbed my stuff and left.

I heard you calling for me to come back. Apologizing over and over.

But I kept walking.

And I never talked to you again.

So, I put the bottle down and spun, praying it would land on you.

Because, the truth is, I ran away a year ago because I was scared.

Scared to lose the popularity I had spent so long building.

And then, the bottle stopped.

On you.

We locked eyes.

Everyone cheered.

My ex stood up, putting his hands in the air.

"Now, everyone. Who wants to see this girl on girl action?"

Everyone cheered.

Except you.

You were terrified.

I was too.

But I didn't let it show.

"Come on, guys," I said, standing up. "We need to extend this kiss. Seven minutes in heaven!"

Everyone cheered.

But you.

I extended my hand, and you took it.

My ex (who made sure to smack my ass on the way there) brought us to a closet and locked the door.

And we locked eyes again.

And you spoke to me for the first time in a year.

"What the fuck is wrong with you, Momo?!?" you spat at me.

I dropped me façade.

"I'm sorry."

"You should be fucking sorry!"

"No!" I yelled. "I'm sorry about how I reacted."

Your face morphed from anger to confusion. "What?"

"Last year, when you told me you loved me. I was taken aback . . . and I was also . . . taken. I had a fucking boyfriend!" I shook my head aggressively because I knew you were missing the point. "I was scared that if people found out you liked me and I was still friends with you, they would hate me. But, fuck what other people think! I know it's been a year. I know you're probably over me. I know I don't deserve another chance. But, I love you too."

You sighed heavily, walking slowly closer to me.

"We can go back to not talking no-"

Suddenly, your lips were on mine.

I gasped, my heart racing, and every atom in my body melting in your touch.

You pulled away. "You're right, you don't deserve another chance. But damn if I don't love you."

I smiled, tears starting to fall from my eyes.

My ex banged hard on the door. "5 more minutes, dykes!"

I chuckled. "Give us 10, fuckwad!"