"I need to talk to you"
I close my eyes and hope that I am only hearing his voice inside my head and he actually did not follow me out of the cafeteria.
I hear the voices of a group of students coming from the opposite way and since I don't hear him repeat anything, I put it in my head that in fact I was making it up in my head.
"Come on, let's go here" I feel him pull me by my backpack and drag me away just in time before the group of kids take a turn towards the cafeteria.
"Wha-What are you doing?" I stutter as Yeonjun locks the door to an empty classroom.
"I said I needed to talk to you but you just stood there like a statue. And some students were coming our way so I thought talking in private would be good" he suggests as if it is the natural thing to say.
But I can't even meet his eyes because as soon as I meet his eyes, my eyes travel to his lips followed by the hollow of his cheeks net to his lips where a few weeks ago my lips were planted.
Ugh.
I turn away from him because I don't want him to see me blushing.
"You've been ignoring me" he states. He is not wrong and this is not a question so I am not obligated to answer.
"I thought we could talk in private to discuss" I hear him walking towards me and I take steps ahead, further away from him to the desk.
"What do you want to talk to me in private for?" I make myself busy studying the colored chalk as if they are the most interesting thing in the world.
"So you would rather prefer I talked about you kissing me in public?"
"Yah! Don't say such things" my response is swift, albeit my actions are out of my mind as I turn around and put my hands on his lips, bringing us closer than I would prefer.
Yeonjun's eyes widen in surprise at my sudden boldness, his lips parting slightly beneath my touch.
I feel his breath against my palm. It is hot, and hjis lips are soft against my touch.
Shit.
His gaze flickers between my eyes and my hand on his lips, uncertainty and something else mingling in his expression.
I quickly retract my hand, feeling a rush of embarrassment flood through me.
"I-I didn't mean to..." I stutter, cheeks flushing with heat as I take a step back, putting some distance between the two of us.
Yeonjun clears his throat, regaining his composure. "Right, sorry," he mumbles, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.
"I just... I needed to talk to you about something important."
My heart races as I wait for him to continue, my mind racing with possibilities.
Why was my heart racing? There was nothing for it to pick up pace so drastically.
Did he want to discuss the kiss?
Or was it something else entirely?
Maybe he wanted to discuss the papers and how I did in the mid-term. You never know, he might me curious about what score I got.
I bite your lip nervously, stealing glances at him as I wait for him to speak.
But on the other hand, I don't want him to speak.
I don't want him to talk about the kiss. It wasn'ty really a kiss anyway. It was just a peck and at accident in fact.
Finally, Yeonjun takes a deep breath, meeting your gaze with determination. "Why have you been avoiding me?"
I just stare at him with a dumbfounded expression.
What does he expect me to say? He just spelled out the reason why I was avoiding him. Does he want me to say it out loud?
Surely he is not that sadistic.
"I know things have been weird between us since... well, since that day," he begins, his voice quiet but steady.
I am thankful he doesn't use the word kiss again. I would have probably smacked him if he did.
"And I just wanted to say that I'm sorry if I made things awkward. I never meant to... to make you uncomfortable."
Wait, what?
Did I hear him correctly? Did he just apologize when I face-planted on him and possibly borderline assaulted him by kissing him without permission?
Shouldn't I be the one apologizing and praying he does not report me?
I was too embarrassed to muster up the courage to actually go up to him and say sorry for that night but with the mid-terms I justified my excuse of not talking to him.
I swallow hard, feeling a mix of relief and confusion wash over me. I am just happy he didn't use it as wager to make me his personal slave.
"It's okay," I reply softly, my voice barely above a whisper after I finally find my voice in my dry throat.
"I mean, it's not your fault. I... I kissed you, after all." I try to act super casual like it is no big deal but I don't reveal to him that this is the first time my lips ever touched another man's skin except my father and brother.
That will definitely make it look like I am making more of a big deal out of this than it actually is and he will most definitely call me a loser.
Not like he needs to add more reasons to call me a loser.
Yeonjun's lips twitch into a small smile at your admission, his eyes softening as he looks at you.
"Yeah, you did," he agrees, a hint of amusement in his tone.
"But that's not what I wanted to talk about. I just... I don't want things to be weird between us, you know? As you mentioned that night, we've gone through a lot together and you've seen parts of me that most people here haven't, and I don't want anything to ruin that."
"I know I can be difficult at times but you've helped me on more than one occasion and I am thankful for that. I don't have a lot of people... I can say that for. With everything, I hate to admit it, but I do see you as a friend" He smiles at me and I am more speechless than I have ever been in my life.
What is he saying?
Is he the same Yeonjun I know or has someone changed him for an identical polite clone?
A weight lifts from my chest at his words, relief flooding through me as I realize that he doesn't regret what happened between us.
But why do I feel this odd sense of disappointment?
"I feel the same way," I admit, a shy smile tugging at your lips.
"I don't want things to be weird either." I shrug. I hope my smile is convincing.
Yeonjun nods, his smile widening as if a weight has been lifted off his shoulders too. "Good, I'm glad we're on the same page," he says, his voice genuine but his smile seems a little strained.
There's a moment of silence between the two of us, the tension dissipating as both of us stand there, uncertain of what to say next.
The air feels lighter now, less suffocating than it was just moments ago.
There is a gnawing feeling in my chest but I push it aside. I am not even sure where this foreign feeling is coming from.
"I guess we should get back to class," Yeonjun suggests, breaking the silence. "Wouldn't want to get in trouble for skipping, right?"
I nod, grateful for the excuse to leave the awkwardness of the conversation behind.
"Yeah, definitely," I agree, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear nervously.
As I start to walk towards the door to unlock it, there is a knock.
I panic and look at Yeonjun.
"What do we do?" I whisper and he shakes his head in uncertainty.
"Probably some students. They'll go away. You can leave after them" he suggests but the knocks grow louder and more persistent.
Both Yeonjun and I look at each other in confusion but it soon turns into fear when I hear the voice from outside the door.
This cannot be happening.
Why is the universe always against me?
Yeonjun looks just as worried as me even though I didn't think he would be.
"Yeonjun, open the door, I know you're in there" it is the principal.
A/n: Updaateee! Promised you drama so here it is. How is everyone? And what do you think about them being ont he same page?