climbing the mountains wasn't something you did often, but when chan called you to watch the sun rise or set, you ended up accepting just because you wanted to see your friend after a tiring week.
the week before you ended up buying a special sneaker for walking and climbing, because your converse certainly couldn't handle it.
that trail, however, was winding, and you ended up slipping on some rock or nearly tripping over it. the few times it happened, chan held you by the arm. this time he held your hand.
“watch out”, he said, “we’re almost arriving”.
“I was expecting these shoes to help me”, you said and he giggled, saying something else that you didn’t really hear because you were focusing on the fact that he was still holding your hand.
you were almost getting on the top of the mountain and the sun was beginning to set.
“wow!”, you were amazed by the view.
he looked at you, “beautiful, isn’t it?”
“yeah!”
the warmth of his hands was going up to your arm and your stomach started to churn as if the butterflies were starting to fly like crazy.
“let’s sit there”, he pointed to another place and, still grabbing your hand, he led you there. you were almost getting used to the feeling of his hands on yours.
“wait, I don’t want to fall from here”
he smiled, “not this time”, and lifted both of your hands locked together to show you. you smiled back, feeling the most secure you have ever felt.
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taehyung's hands held your waist, looking closely at you, as if he was contemplating an artwork, a masterpiece in the louvre museum. you knew he loved you just by how his adoring eyes landed on you every time.
"happy birthday, my love", he placed his right hand on the place between your neck and your shoulder, caressing your skin with his thumb.
from that rooftop restaurant the sunset view was amazing, but you couldn't stop looking at taehyung. his left hand tightened the grip on your waist and brought you closer, kissing the tip of your nose, then your eyelids, the side of your face and finally wrapping you in a bear hug.
he could give you all the gifts, but his love was your favourite.
you were standing next to some friends in the rooftop party, trying not to look at or think of minho. your mind kept going back to that moment in the car, when you could feel the tension in the air, you could see truth in his eyes and words, but why were you fighting so hard not to believe it? could he be just playing with you?
but you knew him, you knew his character very well. he wouldn’t play around with this kind of matter, not with you. when you looked at the dance floor, he was searching for your eyes while talking to some friends. you looked away immediately, but here and there you could feel his eyes on you.
“y/n, don’t you wanna dance? we’re going”, your friend said, taking you out of your own mind.
“I’ll go in a while”, you smiled at them, watched they walk away, then turned yourself to appreciate the view.
when minho said that in the car, you didn’t say reply. you just looked to the front again and he started driving, his playlist being the only sound filling the atmosphere.
“I won’t give up easily”, you heard his voice approaching you. your stomach churned, your heart raced and your breathing was almost audible. “you’re acting weird and I need to find out why is it”.
“they’re serving the drink you like”, you tried to change the subject.
“I don’t feel like drinking tonight”, he said, “I’m just wondering why you didn’t say a word in the car”.
“you’re wondering a lot today, minho. choose just one thing to worry about”.
“that’s easy – you.”
you couldn’t help but look at him and frown. “I’m fine”.
“look”, he touched your arm, “you’re my friend and I worry about why you’re acting like this with me. whatever it is we can talk about it, you know that”.
in that moment, you wanted to punish yourself for avoiding him for so long. he wasn’t the one to blame, you didn’t even tell him anything about your feelings, how could he know and be able to do something about it? was it fair to just treat him like that for being afraid of destroying the friendship? wouldn’t that also deteriorate it too?
“dude, I think I like you”, you let it out before thinking enough and walked away. he walked after you, touching your hand to stay in front of you. you were in a more private part of the rooftop, since most of the people were next to the dance floor.
“don’t just say that and walk away”, he was surprised.
“what am I supposed to do, then?”
“wait for me to say something”.
“I already know what you’re gonna say”.
“no, you don’t”, his voice was sweeter, “you don’t. I want to know why you didn’t tell me before. we promised each other there would never be secrets between us”.
“but this specific secret isn’t supposed to be told”.
“it is”, he reached for your hand, “if only you said that inside the car, when I was expecting you to say, we could talk without this loudness all around”.
now you were the one surprised, “you noticed?”
“come on, y/n, I know you too well. but I was feeling the same before I noticed, to be honest”.
you hit his chest, gawked, “you’re so fake! why didn’t you tell me?”.
“ouch”, he laughed, placing a hand where you hit. “I wanted to discover if you felt the same without having to say it first”.
now everything made more sense, “oh God, I hate you so bad”.
“do you?”, he smirked, coming closer and caressing your hair and ear. “you know, I’d rather hear you asking me to do this, but I don’t feel like waiting any longer”.
you smiled, not being able to hide it anymore. his hand on your waist pulled you closer and your hands touched his chest.
“we’re supposed to be just friends”, you whispered before your lips could touch.
“don’t worry too much”, were the last words he said before he kissed you slowly and you felt like melting inside. all of him, his face, his neck, his hair, his arms, everything you were used to touch as friends were now so attractive. that was insane but you weren’t complaining. kissing him was much better.
“I’m not going with you”, your arms were crossed while you tried to avoid looking at minho inside his car.
“you can stay here and be in danger while you walk to the party by yourself or you can get into this car and let me drive you there”, he said.
you were not in the mood to be in the same place as minho, but the party would be gathering every mutual friend you two have. the reason why you were avoiding him was simple: you were into him.
after three years of friendship and being each other’s best partner at college, you started to have feelings for him. however, it would ruin your friendship so you decided to not spend much time around him lately. plus there were some girls hitting on him everywhere and you didn’t want to witness that, thank you.
“stop avoiding me, y/n!”
“I am not avoiding you, lee minho”
“see? you’re calling me by my full name!”
“shut up”, you muttered.
“ok, get into this car. I won’t let you out there by yourself”
“just go!”, you directed your arm towards the track.
he got out of his car, shutting the door and walking to you. he was so handsome that evening you could faint. his scent reached your senses before he was close enough.
“what’s going on with you?”, he leaned his back on the car, facing you.
“nothing”
“you ignored me all day. you know I hate to be ignored by you”
you rolled your eyes, “really?”
“come on, stop this, ok? let’s go, everyone is probably already there”
“you can go, dude!”
“I am not going without you!”
you practically growled, “fine! I hate you”.
he smiled now that he won, “you don’t”.
he opened the door for you and went to the other side.
“will you tell me what happened?”, that time his voice was too soft, the way you liked it. but this way was the way that drove you crazy and made you fall in love. you preferred when you two were bickering. “no? ok. but you look way too good today”.
“stop joking”
“I am not joking, y/n”, you felt his gaze.
“turn on the car. we are running late.”
“is there anything you want from me?”, he asked, before turning on the car. “you can ask me anything”.
you looked at him for that brief moment while he still had his eyes on you. there was silence until he repeated: “anything”.
you heard him moving closer, since your mattresses were a little bit far from each other. it was your friend’s house and you were sleeping there during the trip. “do you want me to caress your hair?”
jeongin knew what you needed to sleep faster and better. you didn’t have to answer, because he knew the antidote to that insomnia.
you felt his long fingers inside your hair and it automatically made you feel shivers all over your body. your eyes were magically closing when you felt his kiss on the top of your head, “night night”.
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“hey”, you heard someone calling. the person must have called twice because you almost didn’t hear while your airpods were blocking 90% of the streets noise.
you turned yourself at the voice’s direction, just in case the guy was really calling you. he was wearing a black sweater, white pants, sneakers and he had a whole arm covered with tattoos.
“I’m sorry?”, you took off one of your airpods.
“I’m sorry”, he said back. he also had a bucket hat on and a beautiful smile, although he didn’t look too happy in fact.
“do you want this?”, that was the moment you noticed there was a beautiful bouquet of rosie peonies in his right hand. it was so lovely, it looked like a wedding bouquet.
you looked at his hands then at his face then at his hands again. what?! then you remembered, it was valentine’s day – when everyone was a little bit out of the box.
he knew it was unexpected, both of you didn’t even know each other. how could you just accept? his free hand rubbed the back of his neck.
“I don’t want to put it on the trash. I saw you and felt like… giving it to you”, he finally looked directly at your eyes. and he had beautiful ones, you thought.
“is this a prank or what?”, you looked around for hidden cameras or something like that.
he giggled, “no, I’m just random. I had a date today but she didn’t show up. I don’t want to waste this, it’s beautiful”.
“fine”, you said after a while and reached out for the bouquet, touching his fingers while grabbing it. “thanks. and sorry for your date”.
he shrugged, “happy valentine’s day”.
“I kinda like peonies”, you said.
“what about italian food?”,
you stopped, looking at him again, “wait, you sure this isn’t a joke, right?”.
“I swear”, by the way he said that he was being sincere.
“ok, I adore italian food”
“so”, he put both of his hands inside his pockets, “we could go eat. I have payed everything in advance for today’s date but now that it didn’t happen…”
“first I need to know at least your name just in case you’re a tinder criminal, a fake person or something in the middle”.
he smiled and this time he could be genuinely happy.
“I’m jeon jungkook, recently dumped but still in need of having a little bit of fun”.
you had absolutely nothing to do, single as heck, no plans for valentine’s and an interesting possible date in front of you in a public place. could you say something else?
“alright, jeon jungkook. let’s play a game: I can go with you, but you gotta guess who I am”.
you were exhausted. of all the weeks since you came back from the holidays, that was the worst, because the demands from the boss only seemed to increase. but finally the weekend was knocking on the door – TGIF.
when the elevator door opened, you and felix immediately looked at each other and, at the same speed, looked away. it's not that you and he had some kind of rivalry, but you automatically did because you worked in different companies that were rivals.
"nice to see you", he said, not even looking at you.
"drop the formalities, felix"
he was holding a briefcase in front of his body and, although a couple of buttons on his shirt were open, he was no less formal than when he had arrived in the morning.
"I should know. your boss is unbearable, isn't he? and it's no use, because the company is still ranked second"
"is your intention to stress me in any way? I work for the company, I don't own it"
"well, you live like you do"
you couldn't hold back, you looked at him with that expression that always came on when he got on your nerves. he had this gift, the gift of stressing you out, and he liked it. just as you opened your mouth to start answering, the lights failed for a brief second and you felt the elevator stop.
"shut up...", you said it to yourself but it could be for him too.
when he noticed that you were breathing more slowly, trying to control yourself inside that small space that was now hanging on, he came closer.
"wait, are you okay?" he asked.
"I hate confined places," you reached for the button that triggered the reception desk when something wrong happened in the elevators and pressed it several times.
"I know, it won't be long, they're coming", his voice was so soft that it didn't even sound like the same sarcastic voice from minutes ago.
"are you sure?"
"no, not sure. just hoping, really"
you almost laughed, "oh, that's nice, congratulations on being hopeful"
"I'm just being realistic"
you rummaged through your bag, looking for the bottle of water to drink while you waited, but there wasn't a single drop left. felix noticed and offered his.
"I'd rather-"
he arched an eyebrow, almost as if to ask if you were really sure you didn't want it. you accepted.
"thanks", you said.
getting stuck in an elevator was one of your greatest fears, but honestly getting stuck with felix in an elevator didn't seem so bad, because he could be worse than the elevator standing still.
"wait, does your boss pay you overtime to stress me out after work or do you do it as a hobby?", you asked handing the bottle back to him.
"you're welcome. and no, he doesn't pay me, but this is a very good idea, to be honest. stressing you equals stressing your boss. but nah, I'm not like this"
"you sure?"
"do you hate me or what?", he seemed intrigued.
you didn't know if it was something in his tone of voice or expression, or simply the unusual situation of being stuck in an elevator, but for some reason he looked better under that light. he had freckles on his cheeks, his hair was a little messy after a whole day's work, and his voice was actually deep.
it was uncertain how long you two stared at each other in silence, but the jolt of the elevator functioning again was what made the moment end.
"here," he handed you his water bottle again as the elevator was already reaching the first floor. "I know you have claustrophobia. that's why I come down every day at the same time as you."
summary: the experience of meeting love is strange and pleasing at the same time – you never know what or when will it happen. but because it is special, we need to cherish it forever in our minds.
a/n: this is a bts series of posts, so you can find the other ones here.
you didn’t go out around the city enough since you moved
but it was already time to take a break from the crazy first weeks, uni adaption and everything
the day was also very beautiful, although very cold
but the skies were blue
around your neighbourhood you found a cute cafe, a lot of restaurants, stores
until you came across a beautiful little bookstore
it was small on the outside, so you wouldn’t imagine it was large inside, but it was
warm and cozy too
there were a lot of shelves, a space for kids, another space to read and a lot of other shelves
there was also another floor, but there were people reading or working
it was a bookstore but also a library?
well, you would still figure out
you first spent what felt like five minutes but actually was half an hour looking at beautiful book covers and reading the summaries
when you found one, a cover with a beautiful drawing on it
it was a poetry book
since you hadn’t read anything in a while, you bought it and went upstairs to read it
deep down you were curious to know what was going on there
but it was nothing too special
there were books on the shelves and two big tables where people were working or reading in full silence
you walked to an empty chair taking care to not be noisy in any way and opened your book
some people were behind the screens of their laptops but there was a guy in front of you
he was behind a book
you weren’t peeking at him but come on
you kinda were
you were trying to see his face but he was so into the book that the green cover was literally covering his whole face
you could see his hands
strong and beautiful hands holding the book
and somehow you could feel him peeking at you when you were reading your book peacefully
it didn’t happen a lot so it wasn’t as creepy as it sounds
you wondered if he was trying to read the book title
there was a real possibility because, while his book was up covering his face, yours was down, covering the title
you were so into the poems that you didn’t really look up at people but you felt them leaving one by one
so when you lifted up your face you saw there was no one else upstairs, only you
it was already dark outside, 7pm
and you had finished your book
you looked around but there was really no one upstairs, only a few people downstairs buying books and already leaving
you were able to see from where you were because the bookstore was very connected
“we’re almost closing”, you heard a voice from behind of you
you stood up and looked at his direction
he was two or three steps down, but by his height it almost felt like you two were on the same level
“oh. I’m sorry”, you collected your book and your bag
“it’s fine. I was waiting for you to finish”, he was serious, but his voice was soft
so he wasn’t angry as you thought he would be, since he probably was the one working there
“I’m sorry, for real. I was just… you know, into the story”, you said and started to walk down the stairs
he followed you
“it seemed so”, he said and smiled lightly at you
you kinda smiled back
weirdly
he was cute
no, for real
very cute
he was wearing baggy clothes
oversized
a white shirt, beige pants
and a beanie
“thank you”, you didn’t know what else to say
“do you want to see anything else?”
“hm, no, thanks, I’ll just come back other time”, you replied, “do you work here?”
“yeah, kinda…”, he put his hands inside his pockets while you were putting your coat on. “I’m not always here”
“you own the place, then”, you assumed
“yes”, he reached out for his coat and put it on
“wow, must be nice to own a place like this”
he looked down and smiled, “I have to admit”
you two were in full silence for a while and that was when you noticed, from the glass doors, that a light rain was falling down
“weather is crazy lately, isn’t it”, he was clearly trying to break the silence somehow before it became too awkward
“yeah, now I see I have to take an umbrella everywhere”
“weren’t you used to it already?”, you felt his eyes on you for a brief moment
“well, I arrived weeks ago, so not yet”, you shrugged
“really? how are you liking it here so far?”
“I can only talk about the two places I have been to: my apartment and the university”
“no way!”, he turned to face you
“ok, I’m exaggerating, but other than that I just went to some restaurants to eat. I mean, I still have to experience the city, as they say. so I decided to wander around my neighbourhood and found this bookstore”.
“fair enough. so you live near here?”
“yup”, you closed your coat and readjusted the bag on your shoulder. “well, I guess I’m gonna go. you can close the doors now”, you joked.
“I will, but if you still need anything-”
“no, I’m just fine. I’ll return later to buy another book”
you two nodded at each other and by that you noticed it was all awkward again
so you reached the door, but when you opened it, a very strong wind brought some raindrops directly at you
not enough to wet your clothes, but it startled you
he giggled, “you fine?”
“it looks dangerous outside now”, you closed the door immediately
“where’s your umbrella?”
this time you really looked at him
not peeking
not glancing
but really looked at him again
he looked so cozy inside that coat
just like a teddy bear
“oh, you didn’t bring it with you”, he recalled what you said before
you shrugged
“it’s fine, here, I have this one”, he handed an umbrella to you
“won’t you use it?”
“my car is parked around here, at the same street”
“you’ll get drenched”
“one of us has to get drenched. I would feel better if it wasn’t you”, he sounded so cool
as if he hadn’t thought about it a lot, just said it
and maybe that’s why it was so charming
you didn’t know if it was the moment you spent looking at him without replying
but he looked down, stopping the eye contact, and then looked at you again
he was definitely flirting
and you felt like you were too
all of this was so fast that it would probably go unnoticed
but not by the two of you
“your car is up the street or down?”
“up”
“I’m going up too”
“I can give you a ride, then”, he opened the umbrella while you two were still inside the store
both of you laughed
“I don’t know if we fit under this umbrella, but…”
“this is our only option, ma’am”
“let’s go”
the wind was still very strong and that was the reason why, even though it wasn’t raining a lot, it felt like it was
because the wind kept changing the raindrops’ direction
you held yourself tight while he closed the doors
and suddenly realised
“hey, I don’t know you”
you didn’t know him! and you were about to go up the street with him just to not get drenched
but you didn’t even know his name!
what if he was a serial killer or something like that
he would know where you live
and oh my God
you just moved here
“I’m sorry?”
“I better go by myself, thank you”
“wait, wait, wait”, he touched your arm so lightly you didn’t even feel it, “what happened?”
“it’s okay, you can have the umbrella, I’ll run”
“no, please”, he said softly but confused, “we didn’t get to introduce ourselves. I’m namjoon, I have this bookstore over here and I’m just trying to help you not to get a flu”
you tried not to smile but it was too late
he put the umbrella over your head and let himself under the rain, “your turn”
“what are you doing?”, you held his forearm and brought him closer so the both of you could be under the umbrella
it was a large one so you didn’t really have to be touching arms while walking
however, namjoon was tall and had broad shoulders so you walked a little bit in the front, still side by side
“I’m y/n, I moved here few weeks ago to study for my master’s degree and I am enjoying it”
“master’s degree? so interesting. how's it going?"
"I'm just starting but I like it. until it gets too busy to breathe"
he laughed
"you always gotta find time to go out and explore this beautiful city. don't let the amount of things to do take this from you"
"you sound so passionate about the city...", you looked at him
and then he looked back at you
"I am"
then you stopped walking, because you were already close to your building
"you should recommend me places to go"
"or I could show you them. well, if you want to. and if you have time for it"
"I can make some time for you- for it"
he smiled and looked down before looking at you again
"tomorrow, 3pm? I'll be at the bookstore"
"sounds perfect, namjoon"
"great, y/n"
you two smiled because of how you were saying each other's names
"I'll run now", you said pointing at your building
"okay"
when you turned your back at him, reluctantly
he said, "hey, what were you reading earlier? I couldn't see the cover"
you quickly took the book out of your bag and showed him, "poetry"
"me too", he said
then you finally ran to your building, turning at him just one more time to check if he was still there
“you know, I’d do anything for you”, hyunjin said against your lips, but kissed your cheek instead. your eyes were shut because it’s impossible to keep them open whenever his lips are caressing your skin. his voice is enough to make every single part of you awake, you’re all his and he knows – even though he doesn’t take advantages of that. he just loves to tell you how much you mean to him.
“hm, preparing lunch?”, you asked jin when you arrived home. you threw your bag and keys somewhere and ran to him.
you missed him so much you could just melt in his arms. you were about to run to him when he said, “wait wait wait”, and picked up some noodles still in preparation for you to taste.
you held his waist while he watched you chew. “it’s good, baby”, you said already going in for a kiss.
he moved away a little, preventing you from getting closer. “wait, are you sure?”
“come on, weren’t you missing me?”, you let go of him and made a sad expression.
“hey”, he held your hand and brought you closer again, “I’m just trying to make you good food”.
whenever jin spent days or even months away from you, he always treated you with the best food ever when he came back. it made him feel good to see you enjoying the food he made, and you knew he was also expressing his feelings when he cooked for you.
“and I want it, but now I want a kiss”, you pointed at your own cheek.
“oh, no, did I make you sad for not kissing you right away?”, he started giving you pecks on your whole face.
you didn’t answer, pretending to be hurt, so he held you even closer. “I’m sorry, can I make it up for you?”
“go on”, you said with arms crossed and he giggled at your cute angry face.
“how about this?”, jin held your chin, lifting it up so he could lean and kiss you better. he was a slow kisser and you loved how he took his time whenever he was with you.
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changbin and you were alone in the dancing room. everyone else went out to have dinner, but you and him stayed there to practice a little more.
"this is not how you're supposed to do", you said, already tired.
"no, you're the one doing it wrong", he said, as tired as you. none of you wouldn't give in.
you walked closer to him and raised changbin's right arm, then moved him as you explained. after that he stood there, looking at you and shook his head. "you see, this is the move you're not understanding", he got behind you and moved your body as he moved his to show you the right way to do it.
but his breath was too close to your ear. his voice was tired, but steady. and to be honest, the fact that he was so close to you that you could feel his chest on your back was way too distracting. you looked at him over your shoulder and his face was closer than how it seemed in the mirror. somehow, being too close didn't make you walk apart as both expect.
everything happened way too fast. he held your waist and leaned towards your face as fast as your whole body combusted turning to face him. his lips were just how you imagined it – not that you thought about it a lot. they were warm, hot, it felt like pure fire and your lips were burning. when you stopped, still close, his hands on your neck and your hands placed on his arms, his eyes wandered over your face and you lost any balance you still had.
"please note that I'm not in love with you", you said.
"good. same", he was leaning in to kiss you again when you heard the sound of approaching footsteps. you went to the corner and he walked to the computer table so no one would ever imagine anything happened.
even though it wasn’t supposed to rain on that evening, nature has its own ways. you and jimin were on your second date, which was even better than the first one, and he wanted to take you to a place in the city where you would have a great view. then it started raining when you got there. fortunately there was a covered space that you ran into to protect yourselves from the rain.
“I never thought it would rain today”, you said, worried about how you’d look if your hair and clothes would get wet.
“neither did I”, he was standing there with hands inside the pockets, “but I still wish I could show you the view”, he looked at you.
“alright, tell me your plans”, you smiled at him.
he reached out for you hand. you looked at him, at his hand, and then at his eyes again. no way he wanted you to go under the rain. no way you were so ready to do that, because it immediately sounded like a great plan.
you held his hand and let him lead you to the rain. at first, you tried to cover your face with the other hand, but it didn’t last much. you looked at him and he was having fun. he was giggling like a little kid enjoying the moment, catching raindrops on his tongue.
you laughed and did the same. jimin’s white shirt was wet, sticking to his body – as much as you wanted to look away, there was a lot about him to pay attention on. you looked at his beautiful smiley face becoming a serious one as he brought you closer.
“you look amazing”, he said, then you playfully pushed his shoulder.
“don’t you lie”, you said, already too close.
close enough to still feel the rain, but not the cold. you two were warming up each other.
“I am not”, his tone was lower. you could close your eyes already, but you tried your best not to.
his hand touched your cheek and your head followed his touch. he smiled softly and kissed the other side of your face, the one he wasn't touching. his lips caressed your skin, wiping away the raindrops on it and leaving warmth all over your face. he wasn’t far from your lips, so it was easy to reach them after that.
still too close, lips on lips, you looked at him and said, “does it taste like rain?”
seungmin was waiting for you outside your house, just standing there holding his bag as cute as always. you always felt like you could marry him immediately whenever you saw him.
“did you wait a lot?”
“I could wait forever”, he smiled at you fondly, reaching for your waist to lean down to kiss you. “have I told you that I love you today?”
“yes, but I’d love to hear it again”, you ran your fingers over his lips to clean some of the lipstick that was left.
then he held your hand and started to walk only to suddenly pull you closer and whisper against your lips – because he knew how much you like it. “I love you”.
“let me just do it for you”, hoseok said, holding the shampoo bottle. you were trying to wash your hair at the bathroom sink, a normal activity for you, but with a bandaged arm it wasn’t easy at all. you didn’t want to ask for his help because he was working, but he noticed you struggling, of course.
“you gotta work, I can do this”, you said.
“nah, you’ll hurt your arm”, he opened the shampoo bottle and you just gave up – he would do it better than you. or at least he would try.
you bent your head into the sink and your whole body shivered as the cold water hit your scalp.
you looked to the side and noticed that hoseok’s shirt was getting wet, “be careful with your clothes, babe”.
“it’s okay”, he put shampoo on his hand and started to rub your scalp very smoothly. it felt like a massage.
“here, put more on the front part”, you pointed at your hair. you turned your face towards him so that he could reach the front of your hair and put more shampoo on it. he was so focused, it was cute how his lips pouted and his eyebrows furrowed. when he noticed you were looking and smiling he smiled back and leaned into you kissing your cheek.
“you do it better than me”, you said when he opened the faucet. after he washed off all the shampoo, he kissed your neck before drying your hair with the towel.
you weren't supposed to come back home alone with jeongin. there were four cars in total and you were supposed to come back in your friend's car, but there were last minute changes and jeongin was the only one who could give you a ride home.
the road trip was cool and you always felt really good around jeongin, but something had changed lately. maybe the fact that you guys were getting closer and closer because of the summer job and it was weird now to spend an hour in a car ride with him.
"you can turn on some music if you want to, my phone battery is dead", he said.
on the radio, the song that was playing perfectly matched the late-afternoon mood. the wind on your face made you smile and you could feel jeongin's gaze flick towards you for a second.
"did you like it? today's trip", you asked him.
"it was great. well, it would be even better if you'd just let me help you out in the volleyball game, huh?"
"come on, it's not like I needed your help", you teased him.
"ok, mvp"
you laughed and looked at him. he was wearing a sleeveless shirt that showed how red his shoulders were. you touched his arm on an instinct and he was taken by surprise, which made you withdraw your hand immediately.
"it hurts", he lied in an attempt to explain why he was surprised.
"sorry", you felt your face burning and the regret coming as a huge wave inside of you.
"hey, you don't have to say sorry for touching my arm", he smiled and his dimple appeared.
"I said sorry because it hurt", you lied, rolling your eyes.
he put one hand behind his seat, looking for something. when he found it, he placed it on your lap. it was a hoodie, his hoodie.
"for you to use as a pillow", he pointed to your seat. he must have noticed how you were searching for a headrest position, but either one was uncomfortable for the neck.
"your favourite one", you said, mentioning the hoodie.
"yep", he braked the car slowly, near a convenience store, "be right back".
it didn't take two minutes, it was too quick. he came back to the car with a bag full of snacks.
"are you hungry?", he asked and showed you the bag. "I know you like this one"
you smiled, "yeah, it's my favourite, don't take it"
"ok, let's go. could you hold the bag for me to eat while I drive?"
"sure", you said, already eating some chips. "but why don't you let me put some ointment on your shoulder before you start driving again?"
it took you some courage to ask that, since your heart was pounding like crazy in your chest and you were shy to touch him again. it was always so normal for you two, but now it felt like it meant something more.
he looked at you and put some chips in his own mouth, sounding as cool as always, "sure".
"tell me if it hurts," you said as you wiped your hands and dabbed some ointment on his right shoulder.
"it doesn't. you have pretty soft hands, so...", you knew he had a shy and daring smile on his face even though his back was to you.
for a moment, that felt like long minutes, you said nothing. you just wanted to answer without demonstrating anything, but it was impossible. "how do you know that if we you never held 'em?"
"well, I wish", he looked at you over his shoulder and then looked away again.
in an attempt to tease him, you held his face and rubbed your finger with ointment on the tip of his nose. "is this soft for you?"
"can't believe you!", he wiped his nose with the back of his hand and you laughed when he put the ointment back on your cheek.
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