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"Is that cherry?"
Isla turned her head at the sudden voice over her shoulder, jumping in her chair when she found Jisung's face closer than she had anticipated. This made her have to suppress a groan — she was in the library after all, and she'd get kicked out if she snapped at her friend now.
"What the fuck, Jisung," she whispered forcefully, watching as he pulled out the empty chair beside her and sat, a playful grin on his lips. "I'm busy."
Jisung emptied out his pocket on the table — phone, earphones, a few loose changes. He leaned back and turned his head towards the short-haired girl beside him.
"So is it?"
"Huh?"
"Cherry," he explained, nodding his head towards the chapstick in Isla's hand. She had just finished putting it on before her friend came to bother her. "I like cherry."
She stared at her lip balm before shoving it inside her pencil case (for lack of a better place to hide it in), pushing the memories of last night to the farthest parts of her brain before glaring up at the boy. "No," she said shortly. "It's strawberry."
"Oh?" Jisung teased, still carrying that playful smile that would have irked Isla on a bad day. "How many of those do you have? I don't remember tasting strawberry last night."
"I'd let you bother me to death, really," she began in an attempt to shift the topic, turning her head forward to shove it back in her textbook, "just not right now. I have deadlines to catch."
"So do I, Isla," the stubborn boy said with a shrug. "That makes the two of us, I guess."
"I care about my grades, Jisung," Isla retorted, rolling her eyes at her friend. "I don't think I can say the same for you."
"Sorry, I have no one else to hang out with," Jisung finally admitted, slumping back in his chair and fumbling with his fingers. "Chenle went home tonight so I don't have a roommate. Renjun went to Yangyang's dorm again, I'm pretty sure. Jaemin's out with Jeno — "
"They're always out together, what did you expect?"
" — and Donghyuck just flat-out said he didn't want to hang out."
Isla took down more notes as she listened to her friend complain like a little child. He often was acting like a little child. "Mark?" she offered.
Jisung scoffed. "When have I ever hung out with Mark alone?"
"I don't know, but there's a first time for everything, isn't there?" she answered lamely. "I said I'm busy."
"Yeah, and I'm bored."
Isla sighed. "I thought you said you had deadlines to catch, too?" she asked exasperatedly.
It wasn't a foreign concept for Isla to have Jisung all up in her business like this — he was just the kind of friend who you'd often wish would leave you alone, even for just a minute, but the moment he does, it makes you miss him. She didn't know how to feel at the moment, though, considering the thoughts and memories that kept knocking on her subconscious which became more persistent the longer the boy stayed beside her.
And also, considering how busy she genuinely was.
"I'll catch them tomorrow." He yawned loudly, earning him a smack on the thigh from Isla. People turned their heads to look at them, and she started bowing her head lightly in apology.
"We're in the library, Jisung," she scolded her friend. "Come on now, really, please leave."
"Only if you're leaving with me," he said willfully, jutting his lower lip out as a joke. Isla tried not to look at his lips, making her blink more than she normally would — thankfully, Jisung didn't notice.
"What part of busy do you not understand?"
"All of it," he answered humorously, turning his pout into a teasing smile. He was always teasing, so it seems. Isla wasn't annoyed by it, per se — if anything, she found it endearing. It was a quirk in Jisung's personality, among many other things, and who was she to complain about something that didn't concern her nor harm her in any way?
But of course, she'd never admit that out loud.
She was sure that Jisung knew they all liked him, in the most peculiar way. All his friends pretended to hate him, but they loved him the most.
"Just let me finish this first, okay?" Isla said finally, fully knowing that she wasn't about to get rid of Jisung any time soon. "Stop bothering me and let me finish this, then we can do whatever you want."
A cheeky grin snaked its way into Jisung's features. "Whatever I want?"
She almost choked on her own saliva. "Jisung," she warned him, looking around the place.
"What?" He laughed. "I was just repeating what you said."
"No funny business," she whispered, making him laugh even more, though not loud enough to be reprimanded. "I'm serious."
"Reminds me of something you said last night, Isla," he said in a sing-song voice, not forgetting for a second to keep up with his teasing. He was having fun seeing his friend getting so flustered, because she was often so commanding and sure of herself — it wasn't everyday that anyone had anything to say to her to make her this agitated.
She sighed and tried to ignore the boy beside her, because she knew she was not getting anything done if she kept entertaining his every sentence. She wasn't annoyed, though, of course. This was Jisung! They've been friends for four years, and she was well aware of his every characteristic — from the way his eyes could barely open in the morning to the way he kisses people when he's drunk.
Once, he kissed Jeno's foot when he had too much to drink, and Isla had a video to prove it.
"How much longer?" Jisung started to complain five minutes into silence. This made her utter a light laugh.
"If you stay quiet a little bit longer, Jisung, I might get stuff done quicker," she said with a shrug, not looking away from her notes. "Is there anything in mind you want to do after this?"
"Yeah, it's actually a good thing I had no one else to hang out with," he answered. "I wanted to talk to you."
"Hm?" Isla said half-heartedly, most of her attention on the task in front of her, not realizing that Jisung had pulled his chair closer to hers. He was watching the side of her face, her short hair tucked messily behind her ears because it wasn't long enough to be put in a bun. "Talk to me?"
Jisung didn't know if he should be annoyed that he wasn't getting the attention from her that he wanted, or be amused by the reaction he just knew he was gonna get out of her once he says what he says next: "About last night. Friends don't kiss."
Much to his satisfaction, Isla sat there frozen — she didn't even bother looking up. Her pen hung centimeters from the paper she was about to write on, her fingers suddenly gripping it much tighter than they originally had. Jisung suppressed a laugh, because he didn't want his friend to think that he was messing around.
He genuinely wanted to talk about it.
"Last night didn't happen," Isla tried to say, pretending like she hadn't been paralyzed just five seconds ago. Jisung could clearly see from where he sat that she was writing the same sentence for the second time. He pointed it out, making her curse when she realized.
"Except it did, though," he pressed with a shrug, like this was nothing to him. But it was anything but. "Ay-la." He dragged out his friend's name like he often would when he wanted more attention.
"Jisung — "
"Are we not going to talk about it?" he cut her off, knowing full well that he was only going to be told off. "You can't just kiss me and then shy away from the conversation. That's not fair."
Isla looked like she was trying so hard to focus on anything else. "I told you I'd let you bother me as much as you want, Jisung, just not right now."
Jisung sighed. "Okay," he said, crossing his arms and sitting back. "Okay. Fine. I'll let you finish, but we have to talk about it after."
At first Isla was relieved that her friend was staying quiet for once — but as more minutes passed by with her taking down notes from her textbook, occasionally using highlighters and correction tapes, she felt more suffocated by the atmosphere. Jisung wasn't even looking at her; he was on his phone, biting the insides of his cheeks and puffing them out as a mannerism. But the simple fact that he was there and he was waiting for Isla to finish so they could talk about what happened the night before . . . just an hour ago, she was begging herself to finish so she could go home and sleep. Now she wanted all the reasons in the world to finish late.
Eventually, though, she finished the last of her work. It surprised her how quiet Jisung managed to be for the past half hour, seeing as he was the kind of person to talk everyone's ears off. That scared Isla even more, because this must mean that he was actually being serious for once.
"Isla, can we talk now?" the boy asked, following her when she stood up to return the textbooks to their respective shelves. Isla almost dropped one, but Jisung was quick to swoop down and catch it, wordlessly taking the rest of the books from his friend's arms — she was also quick to complain and try to snatch them back, but he was even quicker to dodge. "I haven't been this quiet since I was born. Surely I deserve something in return?"
Isla crossed her arms over her chest and glared at the tall boy in front of her, who wasn't even looking at her. He was busy returning the books where they were supposed to go, but still he was waiting for an answer.
"What part of last night do you want to talk about?" she gave in after a good five seconds of staring at Jisung's side profile. (Admiring, maybe, but she would never say it out loud.)
"What do you think?" he deadpanned, finally looking down — literally down, because she was much smaller — at Isla with a Really, Isla? expression on his face. "I wouldn't wait thirty minutes to talk to you about how we watched Jeno puke his guts out into my bathroom sink. He couldn't even have done it in the toilet so I could flush it, at least!"
Isla sighed. "Alright," she said, looking away because although Jisung's eyes were small, they were still piercing. "Ask me whatever you want to ask me."
"Look, Isla, I know you've kissed tons of guys before," he began without a hint of bashfulness, "but I haven't — "
"Well of course you haven't, you're not into guys — "
" — so I understand why it might not have been a big deal to you, but I really want to know why."
"Why what?" Why what? she wanted to mock herself. Of course he was asking why! Why, indeed?
"Isla," Jisung warned. He was still setting aside books.
"I honestly . . . Jisung, I don't know." It sounded so lame and completely useless, Isla was aware of that. But she didn't know what else to say. She understood where Jisung was coming from, but what was there to explain? She kissed him, period. End of story.
Her tall friend finished what he was doing and hovered over her, looking not quite mad but rather unamused. If she'd been in a cartoon, she would have gulped so loudly, like she remembered Jerry from Tom & Jerry to. It shouldn't have bothered her how close he was — she was closer to him last night, so she wasn't one to complain. He hadn't complained last night, had he?
"You can't tell me you don't know," he complained. Normally the hierarchy between these two friends was quite prominent: Jisung teased non-stop yet still followed Isla, who was assertive and a month older. She usually knew what to do more out of the two of them. But at this moment, as she was pinned between the bookshelf and her tall friend, it felt like the roles were reversed. "I couldn't sleep a wink last night. At least tell me a better excuse, something like you were drunk and didn't know what you were doing. Maybe that you just wanted someone to kiss and I was the one closest to you."
She didn't know if she found the sudden dominance from Jisung attractive, or if she was just down bad.
"Okay, first of all, you were the one who suggested we all drink at your place," Isla said, "and you were drunk. I wasn't. I wasn't drunk at all."
"So you were a hundred percent aware of what you were doing?" Jisung asked. "And now you're saying you don't know why you did it? There's always a 'because' to everything, Isla."
"Maybe for this one there's none . . . ." She saw the way Jisung kept staring at her, so she ran a hand through her hair and sighed. "Alright, I'm sorry! Is that gonna make you feel better?"
"Are you mad right now?"
Isla stuttered. "That's not what — I'm not mad. Like I said, I'm sorry."
"I don't need you to tell me you're sorry, Isla. I'm not telling you to regret it." He sounded frustrated now, which was an entirely new thing for him, because he was often the one making his friends frustrated. "Do you regret it?"
Isla stared at the taller's face above her, refusing to let herself think about how smooth his skin was, or how red his lips were in the dark lighting between the shelves . . . . but she already was, wasn't she?
"I don't . . . I mean I can't say that I do," she said quietly. "I won't say I regret it, Jisung. I wouldn't do it completely sober if I didn't want to."
This wasn't exactly helping the poor boy. "So then why did you?"
"Why did you kiss back?" Isla challenged, daring to straighten her posture so her face was closer to Jisung's. "You couldn't have been that drunk — you didn't even puke at all last night. You always throw up, Jisung."
Jisung didn't back down, though. He thought it was already known to her that he had wanted to kiss back, too, and that was why he was so bothered by it. Because he couldn't have been the only one who wanted it that much if the kiss was as good as he remembered it to be. "I kissed back because I actually wanted to kiss you, Isla, it's not that hard to admit. You can do it but you can't even talk about it?"
"I didn't think I'd have to talk about it. And lower your voice, we're still in the library!" she whispered forcefully.
"Okay, so you kiss your friend," Jisung began, jutting out his pinky finger to count one, "you kiss him so good that it practically made him a hundred percent sober, you ask him to sleep beside you on the bed when everyone else was sleeping on the floor — mind you, you weren't drunk at all — "
"Jisung, come on — "
" — you kiss him on the fucking cheek after making out a second time when everyone else had fallen asleep, you stare at his face for the longest time before you drift off to fucking dreamland or where the fuck ever, and now you're saying you didn't think you'd have to talk about it?"
Isla didn't even bother to open her mouth now. She knew she fucked up — she didn't think it was a mistake necessarily, but she wondered to herself whether she should have done that last night. Whether she should have let the mood of the whole scene sway her into doing the one thing she's always been thinking about doing since a month ago.
A month ago when, suddenly, she got home from university and kept thinking about her friend, who was bugging her the entire day and making her laugh so much that she was sure she'd get smile lines the following day. When suddenly she fell asleep with his face burned into her subconscious, so naturally she dreamt of him, and he was the first thing she thought of in the morning. When suddenly she started, and she couldn't stop. She didn't know if she wanted to.
It didn't help at all how he seemed so much more attractive to her now, so much more pretty, so much taller, so much more appealing. So much funnier, so much more enjoyable to be around.
And she has wanted to kiss him ever since she realized all that.
Hell, she's been desperately fighting the urge to kiss him again here, in this very moment, with the way he was standing so close and she could smell his light cologne. She was only now letting herself openly think about it.
"Did you like it?"
Jisung looked taken aback by this, his eyebrows shooting up. "What?" he asked. "Wait, did I like it? Didn't I already make that clear? I said I wanted to kiss you, so I did — "
"No, I want you to say it to me. Directly," Isla cut in. "Tell me whether or not you liked it. I wanna hear it."
Her voice was laced with a sort of inviting tone she hadn't intended but obviously wasn't taking back. It made Jisung's ears and neck feel hot, and he was thankful that this area of the library wasn't that well lit — the positioning of the shelves were really anything but strategic.
The boy cleared his throat. "I liked it. Now are you going to tell me why you did it?" It was music to Isla's ears, hearing Jisung say it so quietly, because only she should hear it. Like their little secret.
Technically, it was. "Aren't you going to ask me now if I liked it?" she said, making Jisung gulp with the sudden shift in the way she was speaking. She was stuttering just a few moments ago. How could she regain composure so easily?
"Well, did you?" he asked cautiously. He was nervous now, because he wasn't used to having such serious conversations if he wasn't conventionally mad. Let alone conversations about how this pretty girl standing directly in front of him had made out with him not once, but twice the previous night. "Did you like it?"
Jisung had been joking about it earlier when he arrived, but it seemed like much more of a serious matter now with this atmosphere.
"Did I like making out with you?" Isla whispered back suggestively, and it blew his mind how she could sound so confident now when she was anything but when this conversation started. "What do you think? Did it feel like I was liking it?"
"To be honest, Isla, it really did."
It took the majority of her energy and effort to not bite her lip. "I don't think I liked it," she said, making the boy frown. "I did love it, though."
It didn't feel like things got any better for Jisung. He came here to know why, not to know whether or not his friend enjoyed his lips. And he surely didn't intend on having to admit that he enjoyed hers just the same.
Donghyuck had asked him to play, Chenle had asked him to come home with him, Jeno and Jaemin asked him to go out with them. Renjun was literally where he was supposed to be and not at Yangyang's — sitting in the living room watching TV quietly like the good housemate that he was. And Jisung would have called Mark to hang out, too, if he was so bored.
He wasn't in this library with Isla because his luck had run out. He was here because he decided to use all of it on her.
"That doesn't answer my question." He frowned. "What did you kiss me for? Do people normally make out with their friends? Is it a normal occurrence? Am I missing out on something? And what does it mean that you made out with me and slept in my arms? Is that a friend thing?"
"Pretty sure it's not," Isla was quick to answer, admittedly enjoying the way this big boy was flustering right in front of her, and it was because of her. His lips weren't big, but they were thick and plump. Very hydrated, too. At least it felt like it. "I've never even touched Jeno's lips. I've never thought of Hyuck's. I've never even come close to Renjun's — "
"Stop it," Jisung grumbled. "So then what does that make us?"
"What do you want it to make us?"
"Isla, stop being so vague. I'm not joking around, believe it or not." This was probably the only time he has been so serious around a friend, and he wasn't even sure if this one was a friend anymore. He just didn't know. Was there an in-between?
"Neither am I Jisung," she answered, letting her eyes trail down from his eyes to his nose, down to his inviting lips. She made sure Jisung saw this, and he did — which was why his mouth suddenly felt so dry and he wanted to lick his lips, but he didn't want it to seem like he was trying to be seductive. Seductive like Isla. "I'm asking you what you want us to be. I can't give you an answer unless I know that we have the same one."
Jisung thought it was unfair. Why was he going to give the first answer, which at the same time felt like the final answer? Why was it up to him? Why was he the one answering when he asked the question first?
And then he thought to himself — wasn't that an answer in itself? Surely she wouldn't want to be on the same page as Jisung if her answer was going to be that she wanted to stay as friends, right? Or if she wanted to stop being friends altogether? She wouldn't be asking for my answer if hers was going to be the more disappointing option, right?
"What if I tell you I want to be more than friends? Is that the right answer?"
"So you want us to be best friends?" Isla teased, making Jisung grumble. "Be more specific, Jisung."
"How specific do you want me to be, Isla?" he asked. "Do I have to tell you that I want to kiss you every single day without having to worry about what it means?"
That was the answer Isla had been hoping for.
"Like this?" she asked before reaching her hand up to gently pull Jisung's face towards her, her head tilted to the left as she planted her lips gently onto the other's soft, red lips. His soft, red lips which she'd been eyeing since he started talking. Who could blame her, really?
Jisung let out a soft sound of surprise, his eyes flying wide open at the sudden contact but eventually relaxing as Isla deepened the kiss. Relaxing so much that they closed. It was more gentle, sweeter than the kiss they'd shared last night — both were equally as good. And she tasted different today. Less like liquor and cherry, more like strawberry and soda. It made him smile into her lips.
He didn't come here for round three, but he wasn't about to back out.
"Are you laughing?" Isla pulled away to ask, watching his face for any signs of humor. She still had her fingers in his hair.
"Stop talking," was all Jisung whispered before he pulled her by the waist and resumed the kiss, still fighting his stubborn giddy smile. Now Isla wasn't going to deny that the way he was being commanding was beyond attractive, especially with the way he laughed with it.
They tried to make out as quietly as they could possibly manage with the way the pair of them were feeling inappropriately passionate, both because there could be someone they knew around, and they were in the library. Let's not forget that fact. Yes, they had their lips pressed against each other's, and they were letting their tongues play as they pleased, but they were still in the library.
They were in between the Fiction and Non-fiction section of the library, making out, just because Jisung had a question, and Isla was too stupid to use her mouth for answering. So instead she gave the boy another thing to question. Wasn't that just so smart of her?
Dean's lister my ass, she thought.
But neither of them wanted to stop, anyway, despite the uncertainty of it all. It was still unresolved for Jisung, at least, because the girl he was making out with still hadn't answered his question, as if it was so hard. He barely minded, though — like he said, he was making out with her. It was intimate and just so personal, with the way they had their hands all over each other's body as they breathed through their noses.
Jisung was so good at it that Isla wondered if he'd been telling the truth when he said that he hasn't kissed a lot of people before. He knew to tilt his head accordingly, he knew where to keep his hands (on her face, on both sides of her waist, behind her neck), and he was sure making a lot of little noises that sounded so unbelievably good. Not to mention the way he bit her lip when she tried laughing.
There was something so exciting about the game they were playing, about the way they could be seen any minute, any second now, and maybe even kicked out — maybe even banned completely. And that was what was so fun about it, because in that moment, with Isla's hands feeling up Jisung's toned stomach through his thin shirt, she felt like she had him all to himself despite the fact that there were literally handfuls of other students just on the other side of the shelves.
"You still haven't answered my question," Jisung said in between kisses, his head turned downwards to peek at the girl's face, who in turn kept her eyes closed and caught his lips in hers again. He pulled away again, though still keeping her close. "Isla."
"What?" she breathed out in exasperation, passing a hand through her soft hair before finally looking up at Jisung. I was making out with this man again, she thought to herself. He looks so good. So tall, so gentle, so kind, so annoying. So good.
He cocked an eyebrow. "Sorry," she said. The way he still had an arm around her waist and the other hand pressed on the shelf behind her made him so much more attractive. "I — I mean what do you think? Look at us, Jisung. Why do you think I'd do this with you three times, and it hasn't even been 24 hours?"
Jisung had been hoping for an answer similar to that, except Isla wasn't really answering right now, was she? She was asking another goddamn question.
"Is it really that hard to say it out loud?" he asked her, and she felt like his eyes were piercing through her cheeks.
"It is," she admitted. "It is for me."
"Just say it, word per word, and then we're done here."
"If I say it you'll stop kissing me?"
"If that's what you want, sure, Isla, I will."
"But that's not what I want," she said immediately after seeing Jisung's eyes lose its glint. It was like his ears perked up, and he fought a smile. "I . . . I mean I don't get why it hasn't been obvious to you by now, Jisung, with the way I let you bug me to death every single day even when I really don't want company. I come to your dorm every morning to eat breakfast with you, come on — I don't do that for Chenle or Renjun, just so we're clear here. I go there for you so I can see if you're eating well and you could see me eating well, because, you know, I thought maybe if I showed up everyday you'd start thinking that I was actually a pretty girl instead of the gullible friend you'd gladly play your pranks on because she doesn't get mad — which, by the way is not true, because I get mad at everyone else over the littlest things! I just don't get mad at you — !"
"I want you to say it to me. Directly," Jisung cut her off, repeating what she had told him just minutes ago. He was starting to get amused with the way his friend was blabbering because of him. "You had the energy to say all that but you can't even tell me what I want to hear? What you actually want to say?"
Isla bit her lip and looked away, though it wasn't easy to focus on anything else when Jisung was just so excruciatingly close. "Wait, before I actually say something, you were implying earlier that you . . . like me, right?" she said slowly, making Jisung let out a soft laugh.
"I wasn't implying anything, Isla," he said casually, enjoying another one of the girl's vulnerable moments. "You wanted me to be direct, so I was direct. I said I wanted us to be more than friends. You were the one suggesting us to be best friends."
"I was just joking . . . ," she said quietly, making Jisung's smile fall of his lips when she finally looked up at him. Her eyes were so beautiful. "Since when?"
"That doesn't matter right now," he said. "Is it really that hard to say it? Just say I like — "
"It's been a month for me," she cut in, suddenly bashful again as if she hadn't just initiated a kiss just a few short moments ago. "I've liked you for a month."
This took Jisung aback, making him loosen his grip on the other's waist: "A month?" he echoed. "And you never thought to tell me?"
"Why would I think to tell you?" she said defensively, hiding the fact that she wanted to whine because the boy had taken a step back and away from her. "I was trying to catch your attention so you'd tell me!"
"So because you had a crush on me, you wanted me to have a crush on you, too, so I'd be the one to confess?" he said. "Isla . . . ."
"Okay, I'm sorry, I've just never had to confess to anyone so I don't actually know how to do it — "
"No, Isla," Jisung cut in, "I've liked you for an entire year."
This shouldn't have been a big deal for Isla, above other things — she had just confessed, too, herself, and she was making out with him only a few seconds ago, so this wasn't exactly the most mind-boggling event to happen within the hour. But she couldn't hide the sheer whiplash she got upon hearing what Jisung had said . . . . An entire year?!
"Jisung, what the fuck?" she found herself saying.
"What are you cursing for, it's not like you would have reciprocated my feelings if I'd told you about them a year ago!" he was quick to defend himself, raising both hands over his head. "Wouldn't you have felt a little uncomfortable with me if you'd known?"
Isla pondered for a few seconds. He wasn't wrong, for the most part. It was better that she'd had feelings for him on her own accord instead of being swayed by the thought that he liked her . . . . Maybe things happen for a reason. Maybe there was a reason why they got to kissing last night in the bathroom after cleaning Jeno's vomit in the sink together (not very romantic).
"I wouldn't have been uncomfortable . . . ," she trailed away in thought. "You know, believe it or not I really, genuinely like you. As a person. I think you're — I mean I think you're adorable when you talk a lot."
This made Jisung's ears feel even hotter than when they were making out. "You think I'm adorable?"
"Okay, wait, don't laugh at me. This is actually really hard for me, Jisung, saying all this, 'cause I don't do this shit, I don't confess my feelings!" Isla began in a rush, avoiding eye contact because she could already feel the embarrassment rising from her toes. Jisung wasn't laughing. "I . . . I — yeah, I do think you're adorable. I think it's endearing that you have a lot to say and you're very curious, and you walk around touching everything just because. I think your smile is pretty . . . oh my god, what am I even saying?"
At this, Jisung laughed and leaned down to place a short, soft kiss on Isla's lips. That made her heart pound faster than when they were making out. "Compliment me more," he said quietly with a smile, looking at her face endearingly.
"Don't do that," she complained.
"Do what?"
"That!" she repeated. "Don't smile at me." This made his smile bigger.
"Then stop making me smile." Shut up!
"I'm not gonna say more," Isla mumbled, lowering her head in embarrassment, because she just wasn't used to saying stuff like this at all. "I like you. That's all you have to know."
"Really?" Jisung took a step forward, sandwiching Isla even more. "I think I like you more, though."
She looked up, because despite how shy she suddenly felt, she just wouldn't be able to forgive herself for not looking this man in the face when he sounded so nice. So kind. So good.
"It's okay, you don't have to tell me everything now," he told her with his deep, quiet voice, still fighting a smile because he didn't want her to think that he was laughing at her. He just felt happy. He had felt anxious last night because the person he liked made out with him, but now he just felt happy, because the very same person just told him that she liked him, too. "We have a lot of time to spend together, don't we?"
This made Isla relax a little, a bit of weight getting lifted from her shoulders. "We have to make up for the one whole year we lost," she joked, looking at the boy in front of her from his eyes down to his smile. "Are you sure you want to spend another year with me?"
Jisung giggled, swear to god. "Would that mean I get to kiss you like this everyday?" He swooped down for another kiss. "Or that you'd tell me you like my smile everyday? Maybe I'd have even more time to bug you. You would want to spend more time with me if I dated you, right?"
"If you dated me?" Isla repeated with a laugh. "If I dated you, more like."
"When do we start?" he asked suggestively, pulling his lover by the waist for the second time today and sharing a long kiss, this time loaded with warmth instead of lust. Instead of desperation.
Isla placed her hand on Jisung's chest and pushed ever so lightly, biting her lip to hide a grin. Has it always been this easy?
"I thought we started last night?"