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I chewed on my lip hard, my eyebrows twitching because of how deep my frown was set. My nails dug into my arms, crossed over my chest, my eyes glowering out just below the view of my bangs as I stared across the Hall of the RFA Party, feeling rage and jealousy fire within me as various girls flitted around and flirted with Yoosung on the other side of the room.

One girl in particular pushed his shoulder gently, laughing at something he'd said. I watched as a smile crept onto his face, his hand running through his hair as he laughed in response. I squeezed harder on my arms- that was definitely going to bruise.

"Well, well, well," I jumped as a voice floated into my ear, snapping me out of my stupor, "Why do you look so mad, Saeran?"

I turned to Jade, sighing as she smiled at me mischievously. I glanced back at Yoosung, clenching my jaw as one girl played with her hair, batting her lashes up at him coyly.

"I don't like it."

"What?"

"They way they're surrounding him. It's annoying."

Jade smiles at me, her face relaxing, a look of understanding and gentleness resting on her features as she places a hand on my elbow- my grip on my arms lessen, and I just notice how much they hurt.

"Why don't you tell him how you feel?"

"He's straight."

She laughed immediately, shaking her head slowly. I stared at her, an eyebrow raised. Yoosung was always complaining about how girls never wanted to date him, and how he had never gotten a girlfriend.

"Saeran," She wiped a tear from her eye, stifling her giggles, "I can guarantee that he is at least bisexual. He might always complain about wanting a girl to date, but I have seen how he looks at you."

"How does he look at me?!" My voice came out automatically, and I raised my hand to cover it, blush spreading over my cheeks at my own forwardness. I coughed into my hand as she smirked at me. "...Forget I asked that."

I looked back over to the corner, watching as Yoosung's smile at the girls turned into a grin- the bright light of his personality, shining for everyone else to see. I felt rage burning inside me all over again, like a volcano that was about to burst.

"I don't know, he looks pretty happy over there."

She tapped her chin gently, tilting her head as she looked at him.

"Hmm. I wonder..." She brought her gaze back to me, her smile growing all over again. "You should talk to him after the party, okay? I think that you need to tell him."

I didn't respond. I lowered my head, my bangs hiding the pink that was gracing my face. I gnawed on my lip, confusion and fear and anxiety rolling around in my stomach, fighting to take me over.

Maybe she was right. Maybe I did have to tell him.

"Yoosung."

He turned to me, his blonde hair fluttering across his face as he did so, blinking gently up at me.

"Saeran! I didn't see you the whole party, almost."

I looked at the ground, digging my nails into my palm.

"Yeah. Well.. I have a question."

He nods, waiting patiently. I search his features, wondering what was right, what was the best thing to do to protect him, to make him happy. I let out a small breath, releasing my fingers from my palm.

"Can.. Can we hang out, after this? I need to talk to you, but... I can't do it here."

"Yeah, of course! I just have to go talk to Jumin quickly, but I'll be right back and we can leave. Jaehee and Zen are closing everything up."

I watched as he bounded away, chatting animatedly to Jumin. I held my hands together in front of me, attempting to quell the shaking that had overcome them. I closed my eyes, focusing on my breathing.

This was it. I had to tell him.

"So," Yoosung was curled up on the edge of his bed, hugging a pillow in his arms, his legs bent before him, pressing the pillow closer to his body, "What did you want to talk about?"

I looked over his body- he was wearing blue pyjamas, with star decals on them. I almost laughed at how childish it looked, but it suited him- his innocence, his purity.

Clarity in its finest form.

"...I'm selfish."

He tilted his head at me, confused.

"What?"

"I have no right to feel this way, or think this way, but I do."

His eyebrows came together as I spoke, and he set the pillow aside, crossing his legs to sit in front of me. He tried to reach out to me, but he froze as I looked him in the eye, my breaths coming out in shaky intervals.

"Yoosung, I- I have feelings for you."

He blinked at me, pulling his hand back to himself slowly.

"Of course. We're friends."

I felt anguish strike in my chest, letting out a choked noise. My head lowered for a moment, shaking slowly before I looked back up at him.

"No, Yoosung... I mean.. Feelings in a romantic way."

His mouth hung open, his face turning bright pink- he looked so shocked, I thought his hair might stand up. His hands flew up to his cheeks, holding them gently, his face growing redder by the second.

"Wh-What?!"

I lowered my head, shame washing over me. This was stupid. I was ruining everything- Why would this have been a good idea? Of course Yoosung doesn't want to hear that. I began to pull away from the bed, turning to leave.

"I-I should go-"

"NO!"

His hand gripped my wrist tightly, his bright eyes staring up at me desperately. I stared at him, my heart pounding, my body still shaking from a mix of fear and confusion. He blinked slowly, letting out a breath.

"It's just... Surprising."

"...Why?"

He pulled my wrist, urging me back down to the bed. I complied, sitting back down as he smiled slowly at me.

"I didn't think I was your type."

"Why not?"

He ran a hand through his hair, laughing softly.

"Well, I'm really excitable and noisy, and annoying-"

"You're not annoying," I cut him off without thinking- I couldn't stand hearing him berate himself, "You're so far from annoying."

His blush grew deeper, looking down at his hands, his smile growing larger on his face.

"Thank you, Saeran..." He looked up at me slowly through his lashes, his face going from embarrassed, to an expression I had never seen before- one that looked like he wanted something.

"Um, I've... I've never... Liked a boy before."

I nodded slowly, bracing myself for the rejection that was undoubtedly to come, closing my eyes slowly.

"But.. I think I like you too."

My eyes flew open, my own face growing warm.

"What?!"

Yoosung giggled, shaking his head.

"Now you sound like me."

"Well, no, but... What?!"

He smiled, playing with a lock of his hair, the look on his face almost dream-like.

"You... I feel happy when I'm with you. You make me feel warm inside, and I always want to talk to you. I get sad when we break our hugs, I always want them to last longer..."

I felt my entire body warming up now, my heart jumping in my chest, unable to respond. Was this happiness? I couldn't describe the things I was feeling- it was scary, but in a good way, almost. My thoughts were interrupted as he caught my gaze again, his face visibly nervous.

"..Saeran?"

"Yeah?"

"I've never... Kissed anyone before." He leaned onto his hands before him, his body moving slowly towards mine, and I found myself mesmerized, leaning in as well, like a moth to a flame.

"...Oh?"

He nodded, licking his lips, his eyes flitting down to gaze at my own.

"Yeah... Never.""

"That's... interesting."

He was hardly inches from my face now- I could feel his warm breath tickling my nose, the blush on his cheeks seemingly darker than it had ever been, complimenting the violet of his eyes.

"I'd... I'd like to try though."

"Would you?"

His hand ran over my own, our fingers lacing together automatically.

"Yes." His voice was breathy, to the point of being needy and wanton. My heart felt like it would burst any second, my body so hot I could hardly handle it.

"...Then try."

He pressed his lips to mine, sparks flashing behind my eyes as they closed. I felt a wave of joy overcome me- something I had never felt in my entire life. I wrapped my arms around his waist, pulling him into my lap, his legs straddling me, and he sighed against my lips, his arms snaking their way around my neck.

I bit at his lip softly, causing him to whimper gently, opening his mouth, experimentally reaching out with his tongue, running it along my own. I groaned as he slid one of his hands in to my hair, his chest completely flush against mine. I swirled my tongue around his, and his body shivered, causing me to squeeze his waist in response.

His teeth bumped mine as he moved, still unsure, still new, still learning- it was messy, and desperate, nothing but tongue and teeth and saliva dripping down my chin.

He pulled away slightly, his eyes half lidded, his shirt exposing his collarbone slightly. His chest heaved, his breath hard and ragged, his lips swollen and pink from the kiss.

He was beautiful.

He giggled shyly, hiding his face behind his hands. I grabbed him by the wrists, gently moving his hands away from his face, smiling at his twinkling eyes as I pulled him back against me, my lips finding his one more time.

YAY FINALLY KISSES

I have been wanting to write this so badly but I wanted them to progress slowly because that would make the most sense in this situation ;0;

BUT YAY NOW WE ARE HEREEEEE

~Pixil-8