Weak || Bang Chan

sixteen

Song:
Best of Me by BTS
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I held my breath. My eyes were wide, trying to comprehend what was going on.

Minho was kissing me.

I had never felt my heart bang harder in my chest, hearing my pulse in my ears. It wasn't until my head finally caught up that I relaxed into the kiss, my eyes fluttering close as I gripped Minho's shirt by the fistfuls, pulling his body closer towards mine.

I felt my back push against the wall, Minho's left hand planting next to my head to keep himself steady while his other gripped my hair. Our mouths began moving in synch, the kiss rather concise yet emotional as it broke the unusual tension that had been between us.

His lips were soft and pillowy, his skin smooth as it grazed against mine. I couldn't get enough - kissing him felt addictive.

I hadn't done this before; it felt foreign yet natural at the same time. I couldn't help but wondered if I were doing it right, my hands shaking I crossed my wrists behind his neck to deepen the kiss.

I didn't think that my first kiss would happen in a bathroom, but I'm sure there could've been worse places.

We pulled away, his forehead resting against mine as we lightly panted, trying to stay as quiet as we could.

"I've been wanting to do that all evening," he smirked that cheeky smile, my eyes focused on his lips. They were now puffy and reddened and I smiled at the fact I knew I was the cause.

"Well, kiss me more then," I said, before closing the space between our mouths and kissing him again, my fingers running through the hair at the nape of his neck.

He didn't object one bit. In fact, I felt his hands wrap around the back of my thighs, pulling me up towards his waist. A small yelp let my lips as I clutched his shoulders to stable myself, Minho placing me on the bathroom counter and standing between my legs.

I became a little taller than he was, but with my hands cupped beneath his ears, his hands still gripping my thighs, it felt so good to have his chest pressed to mine as we kissed, wanting to feel more of this new sensation.

I toyed with the blade of his jaw, noticing how the muscles in his neck flexed as we moved in harmony. I couldn't stop smiling into the kiss. It felt so good.

"Minho, the others will get suspicious," I whispered between kisses, the orange haired boy having no regard for boys out in the living room.

"I don't care," he mumbled back, a hand reaching up to my the back of my neck beneath my hair, "I just want you."

I giggled, planting a final long kiss against his lips before pulling away, pushing my hair away from my eyes. Minho's big brown eyes simply stared at my face, flickering around to my different features as I admiringly returned the gaze.

"You're so beautiful," he softly spoke, taking my hands in his.

I blushed, playfully rolling my eyes to ease the swarm of butterflies in my stomach. Hopping off the counter and standing before him, our faces mere centimetres apart, I tiptoed to give him last kiss before unlocking the bathroom door and ushering him out quietly.