The second one
"Can I kiss you?"
You look for the owner of the voice and see him, hovering you from behind. You are hunched and leaning down to the table, supposedly reading his notes. You are expecting to see humor but as you stare on his eyes, seriousness is written. After realizing he's not teasing, you find yourself looking at his plump lips, wondering if it will feel good when you agree.
From his lips, you turn your head and study his face. You can see the trace of youthfulness (well, he's the same age as your brother, age gap of four years is obvious) and see the contrast of your fair skin to his tanned one, imagining how it feels to be with him.
You first saw him with your brother. Knocking at your room, asking if you could tutor them since you're already done with high school studies. As your brother talked to you being an effective tutor (honestly, he's failing and no one can help but you, spending time dancing and being busy on being a trainee instead of studying, tsk!), you find yourself staring at the one beside your still-talking brother. And guess what, he's staring at you too.
Your brother introduced you to each other. You as the very pretty-smart-will-be-tutor sister to him, and he as a friend. You agreed to the favor (as if you would reject that handsome face).
Succeeding events became routine. That sometimes-annoying brother of yours and the attractive friend of his (not that you would admit that to him, he's way younger, should be treated as a younger brother also) would come everytime they have upcoming exam. Helping both of them on some lectures and smacking their heads when they didn't understand. You're impatient when it comes to your brother, and it doesn't exempt that another annoying "younger brother".
That is, until now, he came to you, without your brother. You raise your one eyebrow, silently asking why the heck he's here,your finals were over right?
He just shrugged and nonchalantly said he needs help on unfinished project. You shrugged too, inviting him to where you usually tutor him, which is over to your brother's so tidy (cue the sarcastic tone here) room. He's doing his project and you're browsing his notes when he whispered that jaw-dropping question.
You think back on what you said earlier. He's your younger brother's friend, so he should be treated as such. Youthfulness in his face, age gap, it is unusual to be in a relationship where the boy is younger (though some may disagree). You can be judged by immature minds. What will your parents say? What will your precious brother say? Heck! Your friend will endlessly tease-
"Do you really have to ask, Jongin?", you hear yourself saying, looks like your mouth isn't coordinated with your mind.
As he leans down and you meet him halfway, a simple press of both lips, seeming innocent kiss, you realize, whatever they think, whatever they say, whatever happens, you would give it a try. Maybe he will not just be tagged as your younger brother's friend. This simple (and hopefully mutual) attraction gives you a wishful thinking that it will bloom (romantically) and it won't end in just a simple kiss.
You look for the owner of the voice and see him, hovering you from behind. You are hunched and leaning down to the table, supposedly reading his notes. You are expecting to see humor but as you stare on his eyes, seriousness is written. After realizing he's not teasing, you find yourself looking at his plump lips, wondering if it will feel good when you agree.
From his lips, you turn your head and study his face. You can see the trace of youthfulness (well, he's the same age as your brother, age gap of four years is obvious) and see the contrast of your fair skin to his tanned one, imagining how it feels to be with him.
You first saw him with your brother. Knocking at your room, asking if you could tutor them since you're already done with high school studies. As your brother talked to you being an effective tutor (honestly, he's failing and no one can help but you, spending time dancing and being busy on being a trainee instead of studying, tsk!), you find yourself staring at the one beside your still-talking brother. And guess what, he's staring at you too.
Your brother introduced you to each other. You as the very pretty-smart-will-be-tutor sister to him, and he as a friend. You agreed to the favor (as if you would reject that handsome face).
Succeeding events became routine. That sometimes-annoying brother of yours and the attractive friend of his (not that you would admit that to him, he's way younger, should be treated as a younger brother also) would come everytime they have upcoming exam. Helping both of them on some lectures and smacking their heads when they didn't understand. You're impatient when it comes to your brother, and it doesn't exempt that another annoying "younger brother".
That is, until now, he came to you, without your brother. You raise your one eyebrow, silently asking why the heck he's here,your finals were over right?
He just shrugged and nonchalantly said he needs help on unfinished project. You shrugged too, inviting him to where you usually tutor him, which is over to your brother's so tidy (cue the sarcastic tone here) room. He's doing his project and you're browsing his notes when he whispered that jaw-dropping question.
You think back on what you said earlier. He's your younger brother's friend, so he should be treated as such. Youthfulness in his face, age gap, it is unusual to be in a relationship where the boy is younger (though some may disagree). You can be judged by immature minds. What will your parents say? What will your precious brother say? Heck! Your friend will endlessly tease-
"Do you really have to ask, Jongin?", you hear yourself saying, looks like your mouth isn't coordinated with your mind.
As he leans down and you meet him halfway, a simple press of both lips, seeming innocent kiss, you realize, whatever they think, whatever they say, whatever happens, you would give it a try. Maybe he will not just be tagged as your younger brother's friend. This simple (and hopefully mutual) attraction gives you a wishful thinking that it will bloom (romantically) and it won't end in just a simple kiss.