𝗛𝗢𝗪 𝗧𝗢 𝗠𝗔𝗞𝗘 𝗙𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗦 (𝟭-𝟲). ❥ cix.

2.07 ;; our secret

"Are you planning on telling me, or..."

I looked up a Byounggon, wondering what he was referencing until... right.

I originally had said that to get him off my back, but now I felt like he needed to- no, deserved to know.

"Did Soobin tell you anything?" I asked instead.

"He said something that I think was implying you and Seojun are dating." Byounggon frowned. "That doesn't sit right with me, though. Plus, it's unrealistic and completely illegal."

Not as illegal as what he's actually doing, I thought.

Well, I thought I thought it. Byounggon cocked his head to the side, eyebrows furrowing as though he was trying to see through me. His face said it all- care to elaborate?

I looked down. "Well, you told me a secret, so I can tell you mine. Seojun..." god, what would happen after I told him? Was I even thinking anything through? "Well, um, he hasn't been treating me the way that Soobin thinks he has. At all."

That wasn't enough, so I sighed and squeezed my eyes shut. "He, uh, ever since last year, he's been... he's been-"

"You know what? I don't care anymore." Byounggon scooted closer to me, wrapping an arm around me tightly. There was light rustling outside, presumably from the wind outside. "You're not comfortable. You shouldn't need to tell me anything you don't want to."

I turned my head towards Byounggon. There wasn't any light in the tent, but we'd been sitting in the darkness for so long together that I could make out all his facial features. His eyes and eyebrows, no longer holding that confused expression but instead soft and spacing out. His nose, sharp and easy to trace in the darkness. And, of course, his lips. His lips that release beautiful words. Words of comfort. Words of caring. His perfect, irresistible lips.

I wa leaning in before I could think.

Even with Seojun and his whole... situation, he'd never kissed me on the lips before. And I'd never kissed anyone myself. So it's completely a surprise- not just for Byounggon, but also myself.

I pulled back immediatedly, fingers darting up to my lips. God, what did I- no, what was Byounggon even thinking?

"Sorry," I mumbled, clearing my throat. "Sorry," I repeated, a little louder.

"No, no." Now the darkness was stopping me from figuring out Byounggon's expression. "You don't need to apologize."

Suddenly, Byounggon wrapped his other arm around me, connecting his hands behind me neck before throwing his body down in front of mine. This pulled me overtop of him, and I scrambled to place my hands down and catch myself. Once I stabilized, Byounggon shifted his hands so that his fingers were in my hair, pushing us closer together, and he looked up at me. "I should probably be asking yo-"

"Well," I gasped, voice taken away from nothing. Byounggon pulled his head up to peck me on the lips, now the second kiss we've had. He let his head fall back again, giving me the chance to just sit and observe. He looked back at me, soft breathing taking over the silence.

I don't know when I drifted off to sleep.