#freakkota

Yoochun blinked in disbelief, wondering if he’d heard this girl right. “Kiss me?” He asked, to be sure. Yoochun was far from a prude, but even he had more tact than to ask somebody he wasn’t involved with—or planning to get involved with and only after some conversation—to kiss him. However, when the woman didn’t correct him or offer any further clarification, he could only assume that she had, indeed, asked if she could kiss him.

He ran his hands through his hair, unsure where to even begin answering the question. He wasn’t exactly bothered by her question. It was odd and rather sudden, of course, but it hadn’t offended him or done him any real harm. Apart from the fact that he was already taken by Fei, he didn’t find himself all that attracted to the woman—on a physical basis, anyway, as he didn’t know the first thing about her personality. He certainly didn’t want to be rude to her, but he refused to give her a vague answer or respond in such a way that would lead her on. Not after such a forward remark, and especially if she was serious in asking her question. That wouldn’t be fair to her or Fei.

Chen froze on the spot upon hearing the words, the slowly settling summer in Japan suddenly winter in his mind. All he could do was blink, trying to make out the reason why he couldn’t hear anything above the loud beating of his heart.

Never had such words been spoken to him before; he only had heard them in romantic movies, ones he sneakily watched back in New York when Sehun was out of the house. He hadn’t been on the receiving end of such a declaration, and so he couldn’t find in him an appropriate reaction. He couldn’t even find a similar event he could have helped himself with, knowing anyone else who had said something alike to “I adore you” in the past were most likely just under the influence of his siren call.

Changmin didn’t even try to hold back the grimace on his face. It was true that he hadn’t spent much time amongst large groups of people—especially around his age—and hadn’t had much experience with common social situations, such as this one, but he knew enough to know what flirting was. He didn’t think he’d ever been so uncomfortable in his life. It wasn’t that he hated flirting, though it wasn’t anywhere near what he’d consider to be enjoyable activities in which he’d participate often. Rather, the person who was trying to flirt with him made him incredibly uncomfortable. He hated it. He supposed he couldn’t exactly blame her. It wasn’t as if he’d gone around announcing much about himself—let alone his sexuality—to the others at the cirque, and it was possible that she was far more accustomed to and comfortable with flirting, but he agitated and rather irritated with the woman nonetheless.

"I am aware of that.” He wondered, briefly, how he would most quickly and effectively get out of the situation. He had no desire to prolong the interaction besides what was absolutely necessary; however, he also wanted to make it clear that he had absolutely no desire for any future interactions with the woman of this kind. Or much at all, really, but that was an entirely unrelated matter and had nothing to do with this woman in and of herself. He decided, finally, that it would be best to be straightforward and to-the-point while giving her enough information to discourage her from approaching him again in the future.

Jimins mind went blank as the words fell softly from the lips of the blonde nymph before him.

She…. wanted to kiss HIM?

Jimin was struck dumb for a moment, positively unsure if he had heard her right. God he hoped he did. He PRAYED he did. For Jimin…. time had utterly stopped.

He had never been kissed before.

It had always seemed like something both pleasant and powerful when he saw it in a movie or read it in a book. Like a summer rain turning to a storm… it could be done multiple ways and have multiple meanings…. and he wanted to know what this girls kiss would be like.

He cleared his throat and looked up at her with the slightest bit of uncertainty

Dara had decided long ago that she really was interested in both men and women. So when kota, in all her curvy glory, had approached her, Dara hadn’t been able to help her staring. This woman in front of her was the most gorgeous creature she had seen and that wasn’t something she would say lightly. She took the other’s words as not flirting because hell, why would a creature that perfect speak to Sandara Park, the girl who was covered in more grease than makeup?