storming into his room, he slammed the door shut and began to furiously pace within the small confinement of his room, a scowl permanently embedded on his face.
do kyungsoo was not happy.
do kyungsoo felt very violated.
do kyungsoo was still in disbelief.
do kyungsoo ... just had his first kiss.
now, do kyungsoo is a romantic by heart but he was realistic. he hadn't expected his first kiss to be something of a grand affair with fireworks, butterflies and everything cliche that fairytales had going on. he imagined it to be simple actually, but what was important was that it was special.
because it would be with someone special.
that was all he wanted really.
the way he saw it was, after one passed a certain age, to have never been kissed was ... kinda pathetic. he considered himself to be in that category. what eighteen year old guy had never been kissed or kissed someone? it was unheard of these days. teenagers now were popping their cherries by the age of sixteen or (insert cringe face) younger. and here he was, his lips still a virgin.
but not anymore, groans into his hands as he finally sits on the edge of his bed.
god, he never wanted much but damn it, why did things have to happen like that? was it too much to have his first kiss with someone he genuinely liked? to have it returned by someone who liked him too?
apparently it was. What was worst was that he didn't even know who his assaulter was (yes, physically forcing oneself onto another was assault - that was what his mind was telling him). the guy just came and went as if he just tapped kyungsoo on the shoulder with a, "hello, nice to meet you." it might have meant nothing for him, but it was something for Kyungsoo.
by this point, his mind was a mess.
a big jumble of was that what it feels like to kiss? what did i do? why me? who was he? does this matter? should i find him? punch him? forget it.
sighing, he knew there wasn't much he could do anymore. what was done was done and ... it was just a kiss. so he crawls up into his bed and just lies there for a moment, clearing his thoughts, leaving him with his sour mood, displeased at being denied what he wanted and maybe cursing the high heavens a bit.
but what to do ... that was that. buries his head in his pillow and forces sleep to come, too fed up with thinking about this anymore.
