The Mooncovey 'Bliss'
Part One
(Min Ho & Kitty xxx)
Argh, those two inchesβ¦two inches!
The amount of nearly kisses is killing her. Nowhere in the Universe it should be allowed to have so much pent up emotional burden in the span of three months. Absolute travesty that must be punishable by law.
Her hands tangle in his silky hair. His hands encircle her waist.
The rational thoughts leave her in a momentary lapse of romantic abandon.
He actually let me touch his hair!
Kitty swallows.
Itβs loud.
Embarrassingly loud.
Her face burns, but she doesnβt move. Canβt. Wonβt.
Minho watches. His eyes already dazed, flicker to her lips then back to take her all in.
The movement makes Kitty's poor heart pounding so loudly sheβs convinced he can feel it through her ribs.
Say something.
His thumbs shift lightly at her waist, brushing the fabric of her top, the movement all the more purposeful like he knows exactly what he is doing.
Kittyβs lips part again, a soft inhale catching between them.
Right now.
She doesnβt.
The brain be forgotten...ew!
Minho leans in just slightly his forehead almost brushing hers. Close enough that she can feel the warmth of his skin, the uneven rhythm of his breath, then stumbling against hers.
ββ¦youβre doing that thing again.β
Kitty's brows knit faintly, some sort of an early braining starting to kick in. βWhat thing?β
His gaze dips again to her mouth, the corners of his lips lifting up a tad.
βLooking at me like that.β
"Like what?"
He parts his lips, pressing a lingering kiss on her right cheek, then moving painfully slow to her ear, "Like it's a delusion and you are reigning in it."
"Well, I am not the one who started all this-"
Oh boy, you didn't just blurted it out loud...
Minho pulls back sharply--his breath leaving Kitty's chin, cheeks, lips, in a mush of frenziness.
She straightens a little, defensive instinct kicking in despite the lingering heat still buzzing under her skin.
''Forgive me but after witnessing your sickly lovey-dovey moon phase with my best friend for nearly a year, followed soon by your growing infatuation slash secret affair with Yuri; then Praveena, then Yuri again; I cannot help but NOT want to be the rebound option for the only girl my heart bleeds-β¦," he pauses, hands smoothing over his hair, eyes lowered to the ground-- now whispering more softly like whatever he has to add has been mined from the core of his very soul, "β¦every time, a smile--a scent--a vision of her invades my being."
It hits. It lands. What a delivery, one must admit, all in one sitting. It gives her butterflies but not in the kind-of-romantic-fuzzy-dizzy way, more like along the lines of 'here is a swarm of bees and they are gonna sting you merciless, muwhaha, run for your life little Covey girl!'.
Whatever floats anyone's boat. Cue the internal eye roll.
Back to the reality.
To state the obvious, Kitty is awfully gobsmacked.
She berates herself for having fishy lips and closed eyes as she can almost hear him retreating back into the trailer, sighing on the way.
Yes, most definitely his angry sculptured jawline muscles and those stony shoulders will kiss her goodbye tonight.
Her eyelids finally start twitching to open slightly. She peaks a teensy weensy bit.
The door is slammed, almost tearing off its hinges.
"That went great."
Kitty bites her lip, sliding off the cold stair rail, sneakers barely making a sound against the concrete, and for a moment she just stands there looking at the closed door. Something watery starts swelling up in the corners of her eyes, and a quite familiar lump of bitterness rises in her throat.
"Minho..."
One last glance and whatever is left to say ends up being thrown back into the palace of what-ifs and what-nots, as she walks away.
The Busan's night air feels sharper.
Kitty exhales through her nose, slow, controlled, except it isnβt controlled at all. It wobbles halfway out, catching on that same stupid lump in her throat she tries hard to push back. Her fingers curl into the fabric of her sleeves, grounding herself in something that isnβt him, isnβt that look, isnβt the echo of his voice still ringing far too clearly in her head.
The only girl my heart bleeds.
βCould you be any more dramatic?!β Kitty mutters under her breath, kicking lightly at a loose pebble on the pavement.
Because what would she even say?
Sorry, I didnβt realise sooner. Sorry, youβre not my first but the only one. Sorry, I make a mess of everything I touch.
A bitter laugh slips out before she can stop it.
