Note: This story is fictional. Any similarities to actual events or persons are purely coincidental. (Not saying it might not be inspired by them though =D)
Written in good fun (and also so I can get both story ideas out of my head at the same time) so please no flames — just skip and walk along if it's not your cup of tea.
Chapter 1: kiss on my list
Summary: (Because your kiss) your kiss is on my list
(Because your kiss) your kiss I can´t resist
Because your kiss is what I miss when I turn out the light I go crazy wondering what there is to really see
Did the night just take up your time, ´cause it means more tome
Sometimes I forget what I´m doing, I don´t forget what I want
Regret what I´ve done, regret you? I couldn´t go on - Kiss on My List, Hall & Oates
It started with a kiss.
"I'm sorry…" she whispered as the tears she'd been holding at bay made their way down her cheeks.
He slowly stood up and walked to her trembling form. He felt her nervous energy despite the distance between their bodies as he lifted his hand. He wanted to touch her face but she was looking down at her feet and so he settled for the top of her head. She froze on contact as he slid his hand down until his fingers settled on the nape of her neck, his thumb grazing her ear. And as she lifted her head in question, he leaned in and kissed her.
He could tell it surprised her by the way her lips parted in a silent gasp. But she didn't make any other move. So he added a little more pressure and changed the kiss. Not like the way he wanted and yet not like the way she was probably expecting. No, he didn't change the angle. Didn't deepen it further even though her lips parted further under his in response. From an observer's vantage point, it was almost a chaste kiss, if not a long one.
Yet somehow it was no longer an ordinary kiss. It became something…more.
He moved closer and couldn't stop. Didn't want to stop. And he almost forgot why he was supposed to be doing this. Almost…if not for that small sound he heard behind her and all at once he remembered where they were. So he reluctantly lifted his head and finally opened his eyes to stare at her. They both raised their heads, almost in sync. She looked surprised but didn't say anything. His eyes moved helplessly from her eyes to her slightly parted lips and even though he was not supposed to, he leaned in and kissed her again, this time changing the angle so it stays private between them. Hiding the contact with his head so it's just between them.
But he knew it was neither the time, nor the place for more. So he reluctantly ended it. And moved to draw her more firmly against his chest instead and then rested his head on the crook of her shoulders. He burrowed against her neck. And tightened his arms around her. It takes a couple of beats before he felt her hands tentatively move to finally hug him back.
They stay like that for maybe a minute more…maybe three…longer… he wasn't sure, before the signal they were expecting finally come.
There was complete silence after. And then he heard it. Someone was clapping. Several someones in fact, and so he forced himself to finally let her go.
"That was brilliant." PD-nim said as he walked towards them. He was grateful, not just for the words of appreciation, but also for the respite it provided him.
Because he found himself suddenly unable to look at her, nor speak to her. Not sure where to focus his eyes, unable to string words together to form a sentence. He didn't even realize that he had a tear track down his cheek, until the director remarked on it.
He was glad PD-nim allowed them freedom to interpret and execute scenes because not only was he supposed to say something after her confession before he kissed her, but everything after that first kiss was not in even in the script at all. He tried to smile. Act normally. Like what just happened was nothing more than improv on his part. He thought maybe he succeeded because the crew around them goes about their business like always.
Everything was fine.
Everyone was fine.
Except for him.
Because that kiss just tilted his world on its axis.
(Several months after)
His wakes up to the sound of his phone ringing.
Groggily he answers without looking at the screen. "Yeoboseyo."
"Ahn Jeong-won what have you done?" Ik-jun asks with what sounds like an admonishment.
"Mwo?" He turns onto his back as he tries to wake up properly.
"Yah! Did you just wake up? Are you still in bed?"
He squints and looks at the time. 2PM. He sits up. "Do we have band practice today?"
"I'll just take a quick shower and be there in an hour." He tries to placate his friend.
"What are you talking about? Why are you coming over?"
"You said we had practice." He winces as his head pounds unmercifully, already regretting drinking too much last night.
"No. We do not have practice. Are you drunk?"
He grimaces before admitting, "Hungover."
"Is that why you did what you did?"
"What I did? Why? What did I do?" He asks, trying to think what he could have done to warrant such a third degree.
"Check your Instagram."
He frowns as he moves to look at his phone to check. He quickly thumbs through his screen and opens the app and sees.
"Fuck!" All at once he's wide awake. "I'll call you back!" He shouts at his friend before hanging up and frantically tries to figure out what to do. It's bad enough that he accidentally hit the follow button before he passed out earlier. What's worse is it's not even her own account at all but a fan made one.
Aigoo…now what? Did I really use my public account to check the insta stories?
With great trepidation he checks.
He finally hits the unfollow button, hoping against hope that nobody noticed, but knowing the chances of that is slim to none after mentally counting how long ago he'd made the mistake. He bangs his head back against the headboard before breathing in deeply.
Calm the f*ck down Jeong-won. He tells himself internally. You can always say you got hacked. No scratch that. Better not to say anything. It's not like this hasn't happened before.
He sighs as he stares woefully at the other Instagram account he'd created so he could secretly follow her.
He'd meticulously chosen that handle too, thinking to be clever so if and when she finds out, they can have a laugh. Maybe…
Well he's certainly not laughing now is he?