Daisy~
Daisy: How old were you when you had your first kiss?
At the age of fourteen, two boys intertwined their fingers for what was thought to be the last time. A gap of only thirteen days in between them, they were best friends in every sense of the phrase, and Sungyeol was terrified he'd fall to pieces without his other half. The other's worries were similar, yet he promised him that everything would be okay.
"You won't forget me, right?"
"Never."
And before Sungyeol realized what was happening, lips pressed to his own. The sight of his friend's closed eyes, his mismatched eyelids, were the last memory he kept of South Korea. It seemed like ages that they were locked in this fragile embrace, until impatient parents honked their car horn, urging Sungyeol to hurry up. As he turned away, not sure what else to say, a voice blurted out, "I'll miss you."
"I'll miss you too," he reassured him, finally releasing the hold he would have to go without for ten years.
The blush that stained his cheeks remained with him throughout the entire flight, and would make their vengeful return every time Sungyeol thought back to that fateful day. Sometimes, he wonders whether the act has been forgotten or not.
