Prompt: Suffering from Heat (from the Summer Breeze Writing Challenge)
You let out a pained sigh as youâre sprawled out on the floor in the middle of the practice room, the only surface here that seems to be at least somewhat cool.Â
âIâm dying,â you groan, hearing light footsteps approaching you and only a few seconds later, Chani appears in your vision right above you. He steps over you with one foot so that youâre trapped between his legs, and he gives you a dry laugh.
âI told you you shouldnât come along. I wasnât lying when I said it gets way too hot in here!â he repeats his point from earlier, when you were both still at home. You pout at him now.
âBut I wanted to watch you practice and I barely have the time for that anyway!â you retort. You watch as he wipes some of the sweat off his face with the back of his hand, telling you that he too must be feeling the heat a little too much. He reaches out his other hand for you to hold onto and helps you up.
âAnd I feel honored by that,â he says, his tone becoming softer while he shoots you a sincere look. âBut you really donât have to keep suffering from the heat in here. Go home and we see each other when Iâm done here!â You protest but in the end thereâs no use trying to change Chaniâs mind. Instead, you regretfully walk out the door, being careful nobody spots you while exiting the company building. You have to realize itâs not much colder outside, under the bright sun, but at least a soft breeze makes it a bit more bearable than in the hot practice room that only has a fan blowing from one corner, which doesnât even reach the whole room. Feeling bad knowing that your boyfriend is still in there and dancing in all that unbearable heat, your feet unconsciously carry you to a nearby coffee shop.
âTwo iced americanos, please. Medium sized,â you order and pay with your card. You have to wait a few short minutes for the drinks to be ready, and with them and two straws in your hands, you return to the practice room.Â
You make sure to knock first before walking inside, and when you open the door a little, you can clearly hear one of SF9âČs b-sides playing and you see Chani trying to figure out a choreography. He notices you in the mirror first, and turns his head to look at you in surprise.
âI thought you went home?â he asks. You approach him and squish his cheeks between the two cold cups, making him smile at your silliness, and then you hand him one of the drinks. âAh, you didnât have to,â he sighs, looking away shyly.
âI canât just let you suffer while I go home and cool down by myself, can I?â you answer. Despite the heat, he puts his arm around you to give you a quick hug, and he stops himself from letting go of you completely when his eyes get caught on your lips. âWhatâŠ?â you mouth, and before you can react he already has his lips pressed against yours for a quick thank-you-kiss.
âIâll give you the money later,â he says, raising the cup in his hand, but you shake your head.
âItâs fine, it wasnât that expensive,â you reply. âAnd also⊠Iâd much rather have another kissâŠâ you request. Now itâs you who looks away bashfully, but in the corner of your eye you can see his soft smile. He leans back in and you turn to look at him, before your lips meet once again. And this time they wouldnât part as soon as just a few moments ago.
