initially, his reply came out as a bunch of garbled nonsense that was meant to be a denial. he ultimately failed to push a coherent response passed his lips, dropping his shoulders in resignation ready to give in and leave (for real, this time). zen drawing closer to him stopped him, leaving him rooted to the spot half intimidated, half intrigued. “what exactly do you want me to be telling you, then? so? leaving is easier than arguing. i’m being noble.” he spoke plainly. he opened his mouth to protest some more and draw out their argument some more, for as long as he could. a kiss was the last thing sol ever expected to happen. he might’ve expected zen to punch him in the nose first. he tried to compose himself but he was way too obvious, way to taken by it. his clumsiness wasn’t charming by any stretch of the imagination, he’d had the edge of alcohol in his system the last time. he didn’t care right then. he’d have time to cringe about it when the random memory sprung up out of nowhere at 2a.m. after he’d tried to bury it. despite the contentment, the satisfaction of a simple kiss from his crush, he frowned deeply once they had disconnected. “you can’t keep doing that.” he protested quietly. “you can’t just… do that.” he trailed off. it’s not fair, he wanted to say. “we’re friends.”
the moment the kiss had passed, and he heard jinsol’s quiet disapproval, embarrassment rushed through zen enough that he quite literally wished the floor underneath him would swallow him up. we’re friends. an important reminder, something that had caused the interaction in the first place, and yet zen was ignoring it the second he lost a little bit of his control and moved impulsively. slowly, his hands fell down, though his gaze remained focused on sol, and too close for what was probably comfortable. “i... i know,” he forced out, nodding his head before finally moving back. his ears were red along with his matching cheeks, trying to fight the LOUD desire to just go to his bedroom and shut the door, leaving jinsol without much to do but leave, and zen settling with looking up different flights and possibly moving as far away as possible. “i’m sorry,” he finally got out, “i wasn’t thinking, and i’m an IDIOT... you should go.” zen didn’t want him to, but he didn’t know how to get past it, now. it was almost COMICAL that he had gone from accidentally rejecting jinsol to the one feeling that disgusting pit in the bottom of his stomach. “i won’t do it again. we’re friends,” he echoed back to him, nodding his head and quickly the idea of jinsol being uninterested in him was ingrained in his head; there was nothing there, and zen had other things to focus on. “you can... just punch me next time i get even a little too close, or whatever.”
