Last night, I kissed a stranger. And I liked it. Well, not complete stranger, Jae-sang apparently.

I can put all the blame on him, but I closed the distance. I had a chance. I could have backed away, but I didn't.

So apparently I actually wanted to kiss him. I need therapy.

I still have no idea what happened. People were still kind of freaking out afterwards, but I never really understood why. And Miller just kept going back and forth between making fun of me for the kiss and gushing over Drake.

What am I supposed to do now? Forget about the whole thing? I don't even understand what happened.

I can hear my mother fussing in the kitchen. She's emptying the dishwasher. Why do mothers always have to empty the dishwasher at eight in the morning?

I just want to sleep and forget about everything.

Instead, I hide under my covers with my phone.

I have a dozen texts messages, all from my cousin Dorothy. We don't generally text, so that's odd. Usually, we just text together during family function to bitch about other family members in their back.

We have an uncle that thinks he's funny because he makes jokes about his wife all the time. He's not funny, he's just sexist. 

I check the messages and they're just like a mix of OMG, !!!, CALL ME RIGHT NOW.

I comply with the demand.

She answers on the first ring.

"OHMYGOD, are you freaking serious?" she screeches in my ear.

"What? What's going on?" I ask, pulling the phone away from my ear for a second.

That was painful.

"Is it you? IS IT REALLY YOU?"

"What do you mean?"

"Jae-sang! Did you kiss living god Min Jae-sang ON THE MOUTH last night?"

Fuck.

"Wait? You know him? Shit, is he your boyfriend? Did your boyfriend cheat on you with me?" I ask, panicking.

"Naree, I'm a lesbian," Dorothy says, her voice flat, like she's very unimpressed with me.

"I know, but I don't understand what's going on?" I whine. How does she know him?

"Check the links I sent you."

I click on the links.

I read the headlines of gossip websites.

Who is Jae-sang's Mystery Girl? Jae-sang on a Date With His Girlfriend? Nine Knots Member Caught, Out With Girlfriend?

I am fucking livid. "What?"

"Don't you know Jae-sang? Nine Knots?" my cousin presses.

"I know Nine Knots, I've listened to some of their songs, but I don't know their members, I never really cared about them that much," I reply, completely fucking empty.

Of course I know Nine Knots, the first international boy band created by the Netflix reality TV show. You can't say wrong no the internet without someone quoting their lyrics "cuz I know all the things I did went wrong-ong-ong-wrong-ong-ong-ong-ooooong". But like, I know them by name, not by face.

Did I... did I really kiss some kind of super star?

"Are you serious right now? You kissed Jae-sang and you had no idea what you were doing?" Dorothy whines.

"He kissed me!" I argued.

"This is unbelievable," she whines, "Anyway, don't go on any of your social medias, because the crazy stalker fans have already done their job and it's not pretty," she adds, worried.

No, no, no, no, no. This is bad. "What do you mean?"

As she said that, I opened my Instagram.

I have... oh god, too many notifications. I've never had that many DMs. And my latest photos are full of comments.

Mostly all in the vein of go kill yourself bitch, Jae-sang is mine. Always nice to see people are very logical and sane.

Some are saying our babies would look cute together, and I have no idea what I'm supposed to do with that. Our babies? I didn't even know his family name until five seconds ago.

Anyway, some are also fine, but like most of them are promising violence. I want to go back to sleep now.

"Should I delete my Instagram? What should I do?" I ask, freaking out.

Did anyone else in my family see this?

My brother just generally ignores me on social medias. But he might have seen the articles since it's about last night's basketball game too.

My mom has Instagram, but she doesn't follow me. She just uploads pictures of flowers. But I know she checks my profile sometimes.

She'll freak out if she sees this.

"They'll find you," Dorothy answers, deadpan.

"Oh my god", I whine, burying my face my pillow. And then something occurs to me. "But, wait I don't know him, he's going to make a statement about it, right? And like say I'm not his girlfriend? And everything will be alright?"

Yes. He's the super star. He's the one that can get in trouble for this because of his career. I'm just a nobody. He should be fixing this. He's the motherfucking idiot who decided to kiss me. I didn't instigate that kiss! It wasn't my idea!

"There are pictures of you kissing him everywhere. No one is going to care if he makes a statement. The damage is done."

"So, what? I do nothing?" I say, almost a little hysterically.

"Make your account private for now. Delete the comments. Block people. And keep proofs also, like screenshots. If anyone becomes a little too crazy," my cousin instructs.

"Why is this happening to me?" I whine.

I'm not even a fan of his group. I didn't go out and look for the member of some boyband to randomly kiss so it could create some fun drama in my life. I don't like drama. I don't like this kind of attention.

"It's the price for kissing Min Jae-sang," Dot tells me.

"Too high a price to pay honestly."

"Not a good kisser?" my cousin inquires.

I think back to yesterday. Yeah, bad kisser is definitely not how I would describe him. "Fantastic kisser, but not enough to potentially derail my life."

I would be okay, right? This was all just an internet thing. I wasn't going to get recognize in the streets. It wasn't going to affect my days.

People didn't actually care that much about that stuff? And he wasn't that popular, right? He wasn't like Taylor Swift popular, was he?

"I can't deal with this on the phone," my cousin suddenly snaps. "I'm getting dressed and taking the tram. Let's meet up. This is huge."

I don't argue with her, because I'm like a little numb. I don't completely understand what's going on. Like, this just feel surreal.

In my head, that kiss was going to be part of most of my daydreams for the next few months.

I thought I was only mentally going to have to deal with the repercussion of kissing some stranger, and potentially make up scenarios in my head without ever being able to see him again.

But now I learn that if I want to see him, I just need to Google him, or fucking open Netflix.

This is goddamn ridiculous. This doesn't happen in real life.

What was that boy thinking? Like, it would have been one thing for me to kiss him. I'm a normal person and people don't care about me.

He's famous. The motherfucker didn't think about the consequences of his actions?

I kinda want to punch him if I ever see him again honestly.

It's a damn good thing that will never happen.

I end the call with my cousin and walk around my small room like a zombie.

I go to the kitchen to eat something.

"Oh, sorry, did I wake you?" Mom asks, the second she sees me.

Of course she did, but I'm not going to snap at her. My bad mood is not her fault. It's because of an idiot famous boy.

            "It's fine. Dorothy and I are going to hang out."

            "Oh, that's nice I'm really happy about that," Mom says with a big smile.

            She doesn't say it, but she's worried. Ever since we came back to Canada, she's been worried I wouldn't have friends.

            It's like she's forgotten that I didn't have friends in Cameroon either.

            I've never been good at making friends, real friends I mean. I'm excellent at being friendly, and I get along with everyone most of the time.

            In my school back in Yaoundé, I got along with everyone, but people didn't have the reflex to ask me to hang out on the weekend. I had a boyfriend eventually, last year. I dated Samuel for like five months, so for a little while I was included in outings, but it always kind of felt... I don't know. Not exactly empty, but kind of... pointless?

            I often felt a little broken inside, like everyone could disappear from my life suddenly and I wouldn't really... care? I had those thoughts sometimes.

            And then my grandfather died four months ago, and my family decided to move back to Canada, so we could help grandma now that she was alone, and I cried like a broken faucet.

So maybe I just wanted to think I was some kind of heartless badass when I really wasn't.

Anyway, the point was, I never really had friends, so she shouldn't feel bad that we left Cameroon. I didn't leave my best friend there. I didn't leave the love of my life there.

I left the kind of friends that don't really ask you how you're doing, but if you end up in the same room together, you'll chat like nothing happened.

It's not a bad thing. It's a bit of a lonely thing sometimes, but I've always seen myself as someone independent. I don't need anyone. I'm fine on my own.

I like my quiet, unbothered life.

But now apparently, that might change because of some motherfucker named Min Jae-sang.

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