usually, instances like this were on drunk occassions. was it true that it was the alcohol that gave liquid courage, or was hyejung too shy to make a move as forward as this? was she afraid of the consequences that would occur later on-- but were they really consequences if-- she thinks-- they both had a pull on each other? but with that, she was not sure. that was the scary part. what if - he did not feel the same? what if - she was just some other girl - like that nurse he mentioned whenever she would run into him at the hospital? it would make her feel like an ultimate fool, pining for something that was never going to happen in the first place.
her body moved faster than her thoughts. first she's in his lap, then her hands are at his cheeks. warm. gentle. something that served as a juxtaposition in comparison to their other encounters. it was- okay- to be like this, right? there was- no wrong answer until proven wrong- right?
it was an unspoken tension between them. the way her body sits on his, like finding that puzzle piece that fit snug with another. inside, her heart was shaking. something as vulnerable as this was bound to make her break. so she said something simple.
"hey." something short, something that wouldn't catch her red-handed. but still, her thumbs caress his cheeks as if she had not known how he feels, how he looks. as if it was the first time she's seen him, when in reality, every time feels that way.
agh. so corny. but. it was not even mentioned, not spoken about, locked away in that pretty head of hers. her gaze manages to stray away for a second, for their eye contact was too intense, but she was pulled back in with his voice. she melts into it, like ice cream in the summer, rubber when its left out in the scorching heat.
and. it felt right. to lean forward, to close some distance between them. even if it made her heart stop. even if- there was a slim chance- that it was all talk. but she doesn't know. no. she shouldn't think of that. she closes her eyes, hands still cupping his cheeks, afraid to move forward in these moments between them.
but he says nothing. like it was a sign to take the lead. and fuck, it was scary as hell.
just deal with the consequences later, right? fuck it. she does not even have to say anything, keep it all a secret to herself.
she closes her eyes, leaning into him to press her lips against his.
