I shake my head and hide my smile as much as possible, but he presses his lips on mine without letting me prepare myself for it. A moment of silence follows this short but powerful connection, and we both stare at each other, too speechless to even speak. As if we were feeling the same exact emotions, we smile like idiots, and he moves one hand up. He softly brushes my cheek with his thumb, my heart pounding, his eyes leave mine to focus their attention on my lips, he touches my jawline and presses another kiss on my lips.

I do not open my eyes but keep them close, the excitement of this moment, of this new feeling taking my breath away. He barely pulls away, not doing anything more, I feel his soft lips part against mine, the ecstasy running through my veins. A fizzy feeling spreads through my chest, I brush my lips part his tempting ones as well, and he smiles but goes forward to keep them in tight contact.

My heart racing, my breathing sharpening, I kiss him back as he is not pulling away this time, and I feel him hold the side of my face while kissing and covering my skin with shivers. My body not handling how much he is making me feel, how good he is at this, I grip my dress but feel his tongue slide into my mouth as soon as I part my lips to keep going. Right when this turned me on, he runs his fingers through my hair behind my neck, and he moves forth to give me one last kiss then pulls away.

After a few seconds, we do not say anything but open our eyes, and he licks his lips but smiles, getting me to peek down at his piercing. "Do you often kiss your best friends like that?"

"Hm...Well, you're just a best friend plus, so we can kiss, touch, and do more stuff," he does not decide to say the words, which I want to hear. "I call that friends with benefits."

"No," he does not agree. "Not when love is involved."

I chuckle out of shyness and glance away to stand up. "I'm going back home," I step to the door, but he hurries to catch me and hugs me from behind. "Stay here. I want you to be my girlfriend, I'm just teasing you."

My heart seems like it stopped beating, and I turn around to face him, the rush of emotions getting to me, he does not let go of me, he leans in to kiss me again and makes it impossible to answer him. He deeply goes for it as if he had been craving it a lot, and he shoves his tongue in my mouth again, so this time, I slightly stand on my tiptoes and do it as well but feel his hands squeeze my hips. However, no matter how many butterflies he gives me, I move back, but he steps forth and grabs my waist to stick his tall body to mine and not let me end this passionate kiss.

"Don't stop yet," he smiles against my lips and cups my face to continue, driving me insane with his desperate behavior. "Hm," I step back and giggle. "I don't want to be your girlfriend anymore, you played with my feelings," I stare into his eyes, those blue ones that seem smaller, much shinier, and full of desire. "I teased you, I didn't play with your feelings. Now my heart is broken, you know?"

"You broke mine some minutes ago," I smile, and he denies it. "That's not true. I felt it beat against me," he makes fun of me, and I cannot hold back from hitting him, but he takes my hands in his and comes closer. "And it was beating really hard and fast, so it's not broken at all. Stop lying."

"I hate you, Joonha," I do not mean it at all, and he does not believe it either, the heat of my body burning my skin. "I know you don't," he holds our hands up to intertwine our fingers, smoothly, and I feel even harder. "I thought you wanted to be my girl. I'm really hurt right now."

I grin at how adorable he is. "I want to, dummy."

"Oh, really? Now I feel like you're lying again," he acts like a brat to hear me say it, so I land a kiss on his lips. "I'm not lying."

I do not know how he feels right now, but my entire body is so full of butterflies and excitement. I love this moment a lot. I love how happy and good he makes me feel.

He does not speak but smiles, holding my hands in his bigger ones. "Your tongue piercing makes it addictive as fuck..." he explains why he seemed so hungry while kissing me. "It does?"

"Yeah," he gazes into my eyes. "Since you accepted to be my girlfriend, that means you're mine now, right?" he shows some joy about it, and I nod. "I'm happy then. I'm gonna annoy you even more."

"That's all you think about," I laugh, and he does it too. "Yeah, I like annoying my baby girl," he makes a cute face and never ceases moving our hands. "And now, that also means you're gonna stop simping over Stray Kids, got it? I'm your man, so you only have the right to simp over me, love me, look at me, and think about me, okay?"

"About that..." I find it hard to not smile and disagree, even though I know he is not serious. "What about that, uh?" he pulls on my arms and puts his forehead against mine. "I'm the only man in your life now."

"I'm the only girl in your life too then, hm?" I put some distance between our faces, the closeness and his big blue eyes flustering me. "Hm," he affirms, to my greatest surprise. "You're the only one in my life."

"We'll see that when Iseul or another pretty girl comes up to you," I wait for this to happen, knowing for sure he will not stick to this sentence, and he raises his eyebrows at me. "Another pretty girl? You give off such a possessive and jealous girlfriend. That's cute," he exposes what I would not ever want him to see through me a little too much, and I slip my fingers away from his to slap the palms of his hands. "Says the one who hates when I talk about Stray Kids."

He does not reply as if he knew I am right, and he runs his tongue over his lips. "It's different..." he rolls his eyes and gets me to heave a sigh. "Sure. It's always different when it's about you, guys."

"Yeah," he does not even give up on lame excuses and gets on his bed to lie down but keeps his feet on the floor. "Here is one of those qualities I love about men."

"Baby girl," he places his arms under his head, exposing his lower abdomen and the waistband of his underwear. "I'm not like other men," he jokes, and I scoff at this not-so-unfamiliar sentence. "Of course, you're better," I walk up to him and stop myself right between his long and open legs. I peek down at the small part of his abs that he is showing, and I poke it. "You're wearing expensive underwear?" I mention the Calvin Klein brand I can see, but he raises his upper body up to a slight degree and fixes his sweatpants to hide it before going back to his comfortable position. "Why are you looking? You'll never change, pervert..."

"I'm gonna kick you again," I slap his thigh, but instead of stopping, he laughs and clenches his thighs against my legs. "Shut up, cute thing. You won't be able to do anything."

I bend over to grip his thigh and hold my fist near his crotch. "Are you sure?"

He smirks but tangles his fingers in my hair, and he pushes my head down, but I push it away and laugh out of embarrassment. "You know what the fuck I can do, so stop playing so tough with me."

"You'd never do that to me. I know it," I lean over him to lie down and use his body as a bed, rest my head on his chest, and wrap my arms around his thin waist. "I wouldn't, you're right," he touches my hair and pats my head, soothing me with gentle gestures. "But not totally right because I'd definitely do it with your consent," he cannot remain serious at all, and I force myself not to smile. "Of course."

He does not add any more obsessed comments to this but pats my head and softly combs my hair back at the same time. I might fall asleep in this position.

•••

5:30 pm.

'JOONHA'S P.O.V'

The silence remaining in the room, I do not move but stay still and answer Seunggil's text while y/n is sleeping on me.

< I just came home bro I missed my games ]

[ same I can't wait to be able to play >

< can you do it now? I wanna play some dbd before eating dinner ]

[ I can't y/n is sleeping on me since earlier lmao >

< ah about that. You did it? You confessed? ]

[ I asked her out but couldn't talk about my feelings, I'm too awkward about that, but yeah now she's mine finally >

< good, I can finally take revenge and steal her from you ]

[ excuse me bitch? Revenge for what? >

< for hitting my balls bitch ]

[ you asked for it so stfu >

< I didn't ask for it! I was drunk piece of shet ]

[ dont give a shet:) shouldn't have called her a hot kitty just to piss me off >

< fuck you:) id never have said that if I was sober ]

[ should have been sober then >

< you're a bitch. I'm never getting drunk with you around again ]

[ fine. At least I won't have to deal with your horny ass anymore:) >

< you're as horny as I am. Tf you mean? ]

[ ... >

< see. Stfu now ]

[ no. I'm just gonna leave your annoying ass >

< fuck off and leave. I'm happy about it:D ]

I sneer but exit the conversation, and I drop my phone on the bed to touch y/n's hair. I slowly and subtly pass my fingers through it, and I land a kiss on her forehead.

This feels so good to finally have her in my arms and to be allowed to treat her like a girlfriend and not a friend only anymore. This is genuinely so heartwarming and comforting.

"Joonha..." she mumbles my name, and I smile but wonder if she is still sleeping. "Hm?" I tilt my head to look at her face, and she moves it up my chest, my heart beating against it. "Your body's not numb? When did I fall asleep?"

I chuckle at this dumb question. "It's not. I can still feel everything, but I can't tell. I think you've been sleeping for more than thirty minutes."

"Jeez," she saddens me and rolls over to end on the mattress when I was loving her body and weight on me. I lift my hand up to her face and cup it, and I cannot hold back from applying some pressure on her cheeks. "Aren't you hungry?" I squeeze her cheeks, and she nods. "I am."

"My dad cooked dinner, so let's eat," I leave her face alone and sit up, and she does not think twice before getting up. We both stand up, and I wait for her to go out and head downstairs for some food. "Has he eaten yet?"

"No, I wanted to wait for you to be awake, and he waited too, so we're gonna eat together," I tell her, and she plays with my hair from behind.

•••

8 pm.

"You're doing good," I praise her while she is progressing through the horror game, sitting on my lap to play together in the dark. "Try to take a pic of that thing," I point my finger at a painting, and she does it, but nothing happens. "Doesn't work."

"Hm," I lean back to put my elbow on the armrest and rub my bottom lip, thinking about what could help to solve this part of the game. "I'm too dumb to—" she yelps and jumps on my thigh out of fright, making me laugh. "I fucking hate this game," she mutters with embarrassment but goes back to it, and I enjoy watching her but check the text I received from Seunggil.

< are you still in for the competition next week? ]

[ I am and you? >

< same, just nervous as fuck and I need to know who will come ]

[ tell me once you're sure of it >

< okay ]

I put my phone down and move forth to wrap my arms around her hips. "I forgot to talk about it with you, but next week, there's gonna be a skating competition at the skatepark, and a lot of people are gonna be there, but I'll participate, and I wanna know if you'll be able to come," I tell her some news that is good to me, and she pauses the game for a moment. "Really? A competition?" she sets her eyes on me but grabs one of the cookies we have been sharing for dessert. "Yeah, it's gonna be a big one. A lot of pros are gonna be there, so I'm stressed out, but I wanted to do it with Seunggil."

"When does it happen?" she shows some great interest. "On Saturday, it starts at around ten in the morning," I tell her, hoping for her to say yes, and she smiles. "I'll be there for sure. I'll cheer you up," she takes another bite of the cookie, and I let my delight get exposed. "I'm gonna work hard to not disappoint you then."

"You won't disappoint, no matter what. Don't worry about that," she uses the right words to reassure me. "I'll still do my best."

"Have you already participated in a skating competition before?" she asks me, and I nod. "I did. I used to do it every year when I was young, but then I stopped when I was fourteen because I was too insecure about some stuff and had no confidence anymore, but I did it again two years ago, and I was in third place, even though I was against fifty people. So I was happy but there were not as professional as the ones who are gonna be there this time."

"Third? That's so good, but you shouldn't put pressure on your shoulders. Just being there, skating in front of all those people, and trying is enough. I don't want you to stress out," she softly and unknowingly makes me feel much more confident and relaxed. "I'll try not to."

She presses her lips on my cheek. "You'll do good, I know it," she puts a smile on my face, and I lay my eyes on my computer screen to see her continue playing.

•••

10:40 pm.

'YOUR P.O.V'

The amazing part of today now coming to an end, I wave at Joonha while my brother is driving away to leave his house, and he gets out of sight after a few seconds only.

"How was it?" Inhyuk asks me, always willing to be aware of everything. "Good, and guess what," I turn my head towards him, eager to let it out. "What?"

"He asked me out," I do not fear to tell him, despite the displease he is probably going to feel about this. "Asked you out?"