Accidental first kiss as (1/1)

“Man, that was awesome.” She rolled over on the couch, adjusting the cotton blanket so it covered their legs completely. Hansol was currently curled over her, and her head lolled comfortably against his forearm. They were in a post-movie daze, letting the entire movie sink in as the credits rolled. “Lost Stars” played instrumentally as the small letters dove down the black screen. “You think so?” he asked wistfully, not having moved a centimeter since they started their second film of the evening. “I was kinda bummed they didn’t get together in the end.”“I think that’s the point. It’s a new chapter for her.” she murmured in defense, playing with the frayed hem of her blanket. And God, tell us the reason youth is wasted on the young.“Besides,” she continued. “If I were her, I wouldn’t date him either.” “Oh?” intrigued, Hansol shifted his body, orienting himself so he’d be face-to-face with her. Unable to resist the urge, he yawned, causing her to yawn as well. He gave her a shy, gummy smile, and she couldn’t help but melt at the close proximity of his clear amber eyes, with the two dots freckled under his one lid. He wasn’t wearing cologne or any fancy soaps, but his scent was enveloping her like a warm bear hug. Crushing on a friend, a really good friend, was killing her.  Introverted Chwe Vernon Hansol had very few close friends and even fewer female friends. How could she possibly destroy a friendship as close as this, she’d berate herself. It was always on her mind, and at that moment she was so cluttered by the physical closeness that she almost missed what he said next. “Why wouldn’t you date him? Drunken producers ain’t your type?”“Not that.” she rolled her eyes. “He basically met her through work. Completely professional, he liked her voice, so he signed her. If there was more time for development, I think it’d be okay.”“What, being friends and all that?” “Yeah. I’d like to be really good friends with a guy I like before dating him.” Could he feel how fast her heart was beating, it was practically ringing in her ears! “You need to build off a relationship before you start one, you know?” They stared at each other in companionable silence so quiet she almost forgot to breathe. They always did this. Watched movies until they went numb, eyes glazed, letting the last one replay itself because they were too tired to turn it off by looking for the remote. She wordlessly absorbed his pensive, yet peaceful state of mutual understanding.“Yeah.” he finally exhaled, and she felt the heat of his breath ghost over hers. His voice was deep in his throat, as if he’d shatter this delicate moment. His eyes never wavered, filled with unbridled honesty and genuine mutual understanding. “I totally get it.” And the movie began again. But are we all lost stars trying to light ... light up the dark?

She woke up to him frantically pacing her living room, running around to find where his day clothes went. Rubbing her eyes, she forced herself up in the barely sun-damp room, her blanket sliding to her ankles. “I’m really, really sorry.” Hansol said frantically, looking more wide-awake than ever. He clutched his phone close to his ear, his other hand sifting through the closets. This was certainly a first. A nervous smile flitted onto his face, and he rubbed his forehead. “You sure? Alright fine. And no, that’s not the reason why!” and he hung up, throwing the phone in his previously occupied spot on the couch. From her bleary state, she noticed that his ears had gone a little pink. He frowned at her, guilt adding onto his already stressed-out expression. “Sorry, did I wake you up?”Waving away his question she asked, “We really knocked out, didn’t we?” “They moved up the schedule.”“I’m sorry.” “It’s fine. They said I just gotta shower and I can meet them at the salon.” he reasoned, jerking a thumb to the bathroom. “Can I… ?” She nodded, “Towels are in the left rack.” opening his mouth again, she nodded automatically. “Clean sweats are in the closet. Soap’s already in the bath caddy. I hope you like the smell of Midday Wildflower.” “Lifesaver, you are.” he said, running off to use her bathroom. “Knock if I don’t get out in ten minutes!” She didn’t move until she heard the telltale shower running, and she began to occupy herself. The credits continued to roll on her television for the upteenth time, both of them still concerned with other things to bother turning it off after hours. Mixing an egg solution in her kitchenette, she sliced some old brioche bread, ripping it into hearty chunks and dipping it into the batter. After a timely seven minutes, Hansol emerged, bringing in a cloud of hot steam with him. He looked adorably flushed and fuzzy from freshly towel dried hair and warm water. And she hated to say, she liked that he was in her too-big sweatpants. She grinned secretively, dusting a generous amount of powdered sugar over his french toast. He must be reaping the benefits of having a shower all to himself for once. Hansol was hardly paying attention as he padded across the floor like a rabbit, hopping on one leg to get his socks on. Without missing a beat, she took a slice from the plate, coming over to press it to his lips. “Eat.” she commanded. Opening his mouth like a food disposal, he shoved half the piece into his mouth, white sugar dusting over his lips. He moaned in delight. “God, what would I do without you.” he nearly cried, mouth full. “Be on time, probably.” she commented wryly.“Not your fault.” he tsk’ed, grasping her wrist to finish off the rest of the toast. They were already at the door, and he was somehow slipping on his shoes and still holding her down for a final farewell. “Alright, I gotta go, I’ll text you later?”“If you can.” she shrugged, trying to sound nonchalant. “Good luck today, whatever you’re doing today. You’ll do awesome, as always.” And as if they had all the time in the world, he stopped and got up from lacing his sneakers. “Thanks.” he said genuinely, hands cupping her cheeks. And all of a sudden he was kissing her, stealing her breath away in a two-seconds-too-long peck. The first second was for her to absorb that her movie buddy was kissing her like a cheesy rom-com, and the other second was for her enjoy that wonderful bit of bliss. Her insides were screaming finally up until they separated. And he broke away as if it were completely normal, as if they were husband and wife in the classic 50s, with a nuclear family and her adjusting his tie with a lovely “Have a good day at work, dearie!”And he just left. He went out and shut the door in her face, as if he really didn’t know that he completely changed the game. Without missing a beat, she opened her door again, knowing he couldn’t have gone like that. From the hallway side, Hansol’s face suddenly darkened with realization. His hands dropped limp at his sides, his eyes going cardboard bland and super-wide. He had just kissed his friend, as if they were dating. Looking like he was about to combust, he suddenly spluttered out of control, babbling in half-English half-Korean like his temporal lobe was out of order. “I, I am. Oh my god.” he attempted, his mouth opening and closing like a dying fish. “I am so sorry. I just got carried away and my brain isn’t working and it was just all a blur and I wasn’t thinking straight.” He willed himself to breathe, the white of his t-shirt visibly popping from his chest with each intake. “Did I really? Just—an idiot, I kissed, we kissed, and uh, yeah.” his jaw was all the way to the ground, scandalized. “Should I—I should. I should go—”“Should you go buy the popcorn tonight?” she tried, finally saving him from embarrassment. Gosh, it was so cute when he was all worked up. “And I’ll pick up the movie.” “M-movie?” “Yes, like always.” and she reached up to kiss the apple of his cheekbone, resting her hand on his shoulder. His skin was practically flaring, and made her lips like a balm, ice cool to the touch. “LIke always.” he echoed, and she watched with warmth as a shy half-grin made its way onto his face. His hand fluttered to his cheek, clutching where she had just been.“Now, will you please leave because you’re late.” and with all the courage she could muster, she lightly pushed him away by the chest, and this time really slammed the door on him. Alone, she licked her lips, and she could make out the faint taste of confectioner’s sugar from this morning’s breakfast. She pressed her ear against her door frame, closing her eyes. Out of sight, she felt the steady running of his trainers as he traveled down the building, and his loud “whoop!”  echoed through the stairwell. Turn the page, maybe we'll find a brand new ending.  (a/n) In case you haven't noticed, this was inspired by the movie "Begin Again" with Mark Ruffalo and Kiera Knightley, and the song "Lost Stars" which is an AWESOME movie you should check it out. Was totally getting feels over the fact I'm seeing Seventeen in less than three weeks my hearteu. Enjoy!