"Were you staring?"

"No..."

"You were staring!"

"Why would you think so?!"

"I caught you! Don't even try to deny!"

I smirked. If you wanna play like this, Minho-shi, we are going to play like this.

"So what if I was staring? Who was the one trying desperately to get into my pants not even three hours ago?"

He blushed. I saw how he blushed! Just before he turned to watch the kitchen intensely. He did not utter a single word, keeping his mouth shut. I laughed out loudly.

He mumbles something unidentifiable and just pouts ignoring me completely.

"Oh, come on, baby."

I turn to the side to look at him, hugging a pillow close to my chest.

"Don't be so pouty."

I does not feel like we only know each other since a day or something. It feels like we already know each other a lifetime.

Minho's eyes caught the high shelve with tapes, LPs and CDs and turns back to me asking: "Can music make a person really this happy?"

The question caught me offguard. I always knew music, always listened to it, running around with at least two pairs of headphones. I own an CD-player, but also a record player, a casette player, an walkman... and that in a time of streaming, Spotify, Soundcloud and Co. I lay my head on one side thinking how to answer. Music was always important to me. Nearly as important as family and friends, in some moments maybe even more important. I can't imagine a life without music.

"I guess it can... I feel the happiest when music plays."

The sounds around us where dying down and the silence kills me.

"When are you the happiest?", I started grinning again, trying to iverplay my confusion and the overwhelming feeling of an thing that will stay unidentified by me. So I grin playfully, but I can see that Minho does not really buy my sudden playfulness. The clingy boy from early this morning stayed hidden anyways, but now also the grumpy one can't be seen. Instead he looks thoughtful, nearly worried and at the same time interested.

When he looks down it me, his eyes are suddenly empty. It seems like he does nit think about a single thing.

"Tell me, baby~", I whisper, sitting closer. Only the pillow is between us now, our knees are touching, I am reaching forwards with mh fingers, playing with his cheeks:

"You are the happiest when you are with me, aren't you?", I grin and whisper it playfully. Minho gulps down, clearly attracted by my behaviour. I lost myself in his deep brown eyes, that are so empty and carry the universe in them at the same time. Suddenly I can't rip myself away from it, can't look away or distract my mind...

"I-I-", he stutters, but I cut him off, leaning forward, our lips touched nearly anyways, so I just leaned forward the last few centimeters and my lips lay on his. I move them carefully, my hands still on Minho's cheeks. It took him a few minutes. A few minutes in which he sat infront of me completely stiff, but at the same time did nothing to stop me. And then he moved his lips too. So we sat there on my couch, softly kissing, after knowing each other for not even two days.