"how does kissing feel?"

myungjun dropped his pen. "sorry?"

"like, you know, lip to li-"

"i know what kissing is!"

"then answer my question"

myungjun stared at him and blushed.

"or," jinwoo leaned closer, "maybe you haven't had your first kiss"

"well, neither have you so!" he turned redder and looked back to his notebook.

"i kissed this girl in third grade, but i don't remember how it felt," jinwoo mumbled.

"i'm saving mine for someone special," myungjun softly whispered, eyes still fixed on the paper in front of him.

"can i know who?" jinwoo grinned and took the pen out of his hands.

"no"

"you're boring"

"okay, you know what? i just want it to be special-"

jinwoo drowned the soft rambling of myungjun's words. he didn't know what had come over him; what had possessed him to do something like this.

but he leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on myungjun's lips.

"woah wait." myungjun froze as he pulled away.

"oh, oops!" jinwoo mockingly gasped, "my bad! i just ruined your special first kiss moment."

he laughed and turned his heel, swiftly walking out the room and into the hallway, seeming to have not a care in the world about what he had done.

but as myungjun touched his lips in disbelief, jinwoo slid down against the wall, shaking and blushing into his hands as he relived the moment again, and again, and again.