When Jacksons lips meet yours, you feel yourself take off. His mouth fits against yours almost perfectly. It's like air. You need more.

But the moment is fleeting, for as soon as the moment began, it ends and you are pulled back to earth.

Buzzzzz.

Your phone.

Jackson's lips hover against yours, just touching, on the verge of locking. You feel his breath fan your face and you dare to open your eyes. Sure enough, he's looking down at you, desire unhidden in his eyes.

Intuition.

That's what you call the feeling. The feeling of knowing who is trying to contact you.

Your best friend. Or whatever he is now.

Your hands had found their way to Jackson's broad shoulders and without taking your eyes off his, you reach for your phone in your back pocket.

Only when you've raised it, do you look away. Down at the phone.

Yugyeom: Where r u?

Hurriedly you type a message back with one hand, the other firmly planted on Jackson's shoulder with no intention of moving.

You look back up but he's looking down at the phone.

"It's my mum." Lying, you curse yourself for being foolish but you can't let this moment go.

Satisfied Jackson's eyes meet yours again and a playful spark ignites within them.

He suddenly spins you round, pressing you against the cold surface of the van. "Now. Where were we?"

A foreign feeling overcomes you and your lips twitch. You pull him closer and right before your lips meet you say "Right. About. Here." With that final word, your lips meet his for the second time but it feels like the thousandth. He feels so familiar yet an adventure at the same time.

Your hands creep up Jackson's neck and push the flat-cap of his head, bunching your hands in his hair. A growl reverberates in his chest and the kiss becomes deeper. You're unsure who initiated it but don't care.

A car door slams somewhere around the van, jolting you back to your senses. Your lips still.

Yugyeom.

He's looking for you.

Buzzz.

Another phone but this time Jackson's. Pressing a final hasty kiss to your lips, he reaches into his pocket and turns away, taking the phone call.

"Yes, hyung...? She felt car sick so we went to the park to walk... We'll be right up." He leaves no clue as to who is on the other end of the line and you don't particularly care as you know it's not Yugyeom.

Turning back to you, Jackson pockets his phone and reaches for your hand. As if on instinct your hand meets his halfway and your fingers intertwine naturally.

"They want us inside?" You ask, already knowing the answer. You don't want the moment to end. The perfect bubble that surrounds you and Jackson when you're together is about to be popped. That makes you sad.

Jackson nods and pulls you from behind the van.

Walking across the car park in silence and down the street to the car park, you can't shake the guilt filling your bones. Yugyeom's face flits into your mind. 

He's your best friend. He's the misunderstood joker. Both make your heart flutter.

Both make you forget your problems and just let you be.

By this point you're walking through the lobby and you catch a glimpse in the large mirror on the wall, of the two of you, hand in hand. 

You pray Jackson chooses the lift as your legs feel like jelly and you don't think you could handle three flights of stairs.

Luckily he does and as he presses the button, you chew on your lip.

Stepping into the echoey elevator, you make the decision to speak.

"What happens now?"

Jackson turns to you and backs you into the corner, the same as when you first came to stay with them.

He surprises you by placing his forehead against yours and you find that he takes comfort in the contact.

After a moment, he speaks. "I'm not sure."

His eyes open and bore into yours, a silent agreement passing between them.

Jackson moves away and you immediately miss his heat.

A jolt moves you and the doors open. 

You walk behind Jackson, noticing he leads you to Yugyeom's room.

He knocks.

Mark answers the door and his eyes flick between the two of us. I dread what he can see on my face. So I move past him and into the room, my eyes immediately seeking Yugyeom.

He looks up from his phone as you enter and stands. "Are you feeling ok? You've never got car sick before."

Remembering Jackson's excuse from earlier, you play along. "It's something new. It's fine. I'm fine. I went for a walk so...yeah." You stand in awkward silence.

"Did you bring your bag up?" You daren't look to see where Jackson is but can feel his eyes on you, as they always seem to be.

"No. I left it down there." You reply.

Gyeom smiles and shakes his head, putting his phones in his pocket.

"Lets go and get it."

Not wanting to go into the elevator again, shake your head. "That's ok. I'll get it later."

"Nah let's get it now." The urgency in Yugyeom's voice spikes something in you and you realise his intentions.

Not saying a word, you nod and the two of you move towards the door.

Conversation starts up around you and Jackson's deep voice reaches your ears.

Then it's gone.

The door closes and you and Yugyeom are walking towards the elevator.

It arrives and you step in and face forward.

After a heartbeat, you feel a hand nudge yours and you look up to see Yugyeom also looking forward. Without turning his head he speaks.

"Are you ok?"

"Yeah, i'm fine."

"You're lying." Humour lines his voice and you smile.

"I'm just..." You can't find a word to describe it so you settle on the closest. 'Overwhelmed."

His hand closes around yours.

The doors open.

You walk through the lobby with Yugyeom by your side.

He opens the door for you and you step onto the pavement, his stand still around yours.

Leading the way, he walks towards the car park.

He takes the keys to the van from his pocket and unlocks the doors.

You reach inside and grab your back, shutting the door behind it. Turning to Yugyeom, you suddenly find yourself pressed up against the van for the second time. Caged in my Yugyeom's arms, you can't help but marvel at the muscle that has developed on his upper arm. You find yourself touching him and his cocky grin lets you know he like it.

Pulling your hand away, you let it drop to your side. You stand there, encased by his arms, and you've never felt so safe.

"Was it ok? Earlier?" Yugyeom references the kiss between the two of you and the feelings and memories flash is your brain.

Automatically you nod, knowing it's not a lie.

He looks relieved.

But you don't want him to kiss you again. Not when Jackson's lips have been on yours, by the very van. Yugyeom doesn't deserve that.

"I'm just very overwhelmed at the moment. It's a lot to take in." You admit to him softly.

"I get that. And i'll be here. When you're ready. He takes your head in both hands and presses a kiss to your forehead. The tenderness touches you and fills your heart.

 It is in that moment that you know that you've got a decision to make.

But what to do, you do not know.