Ilhoon’s laughter is music to his ears and he finds himself leaning closer to catch a further glimpse of the invisible notes that are slipping through the dragon’s lips. It brings a smile to his own and he’s surprisingly consciously wondering what it would be like having them on Ilhoon’s. Actually, that surprises him more than he’s aware of and he’s blinking in confusion at the sudden thought. He’s never really thought of Ilhoon as anything other than a friend yet here he is, with watchful eyes fixed on Ilhoon’s complexion and it’s something he realizes now that he’s actually sitting down. Fear parts his lips and for a second, common sense bypasses him; he leans forward, bells going off in his head, warning him that he shouldn’t, but he ignores them – oddly – and brings his fingers to Ilhoon’s chin. Fear commits treachery as his lips ghost past the dragon’s.
They’re barely touching but he knows what they’re doing. Fear and Jungkook aren’t strangers to the act of kissing – it’s not so much intimacy to them because it’s happened more than once and on different occasions, most of which aren’t even worth mentioning, but Ilhoon’s lips are soft against his and his mind goes blank and draws nothing as a result and he’s so confused on why his chest is so tight right now – and worst of all, why nothing really makes sense. Why isn’t he stopping himself and why does he find Ilhoon’s blush so intriguing and—he stops completely and pulls back, black eyes wide and in disbelief; but he regains his senses and the sheepish smile is back on his face. Ilhoon is precious to him. He remembers. “Does that answer your question?”
It was strange, the way Fear leaned in because Ilhoon could’ve sworn the younger was to do something… daring. And daring it was, with his eyes as wide as the moon, when lips touched his. Honestly, even with the way his heart was pounding in its ribcage, Ilhoon couldn’t tell if he enjoyed the silly little kiss. It wasn’t the same, not that it was ever the same after his previous lover – he wasn’t one to move on from a heartbreak, especially when he thought Chanhee had been the one. Yet, he made no movement to stray from his spot. Ilhoon blinked when Fear pulled back, mind racing and reacting strangely to the way the other had smiled. How odd indeed.
It wasn’t because they weren’t close that they often slung arms over each other’s shoulders or fist pumped when the moment called for it, they were closer than that, enjoying each other’s company in silence without any drip of awkward between them, and Ilhoon saw their kiss on the same level as their friendship. He wouldn’t just do this with anyone though. Sungjae would’ve been the only other but ever since their little encounter with the whole confession thing, Ilhoon didn’t think he could bode well in a room alone with his ex-best friend. Regardless, Fear has his mind wrapped up in curiosity but he doesn’t dare go past that, in fear of losing the one person he has left to call a friend.
He smiles half-heartedly in reply, “You’re silly, Fear. Where did you learn that from? You should save your kisses for someone you love. Don’t waste them on your best friend, pabo.”
