you're my first (and certainly not the last) (1/3) - aukirakirashahidaFebruary 17 2016, 16:23:30 UTC
first of all I'M SORRY I TOOK TOO LONG i scraped off my first idea and wrote a new one and it got longer than i planned but i grew to be so unsatisfied with it u___u i hope you still like it
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you're my first (and certainly not the last) s.coups/sowon
The first time they kissed, they were barely 6.
It was an innocent sort of kiss, and she wasn’t even sure if it can be considered as one. They were playing with the other kids from their neighbourhood. Sojung, always the weakest when it comes to anything athletic, tripped over a tree branch while racing with them. She stayed seated on the ground and watched the rest getting further away. The last one to get to the convenience store would have to buy everyone snacks, they had bet. She exhaled a sigh, thinking about the allowance money she had been saving to buy a new set of crayons.
That was when Seungcheol, who was already way ahead, somehow noticed her fall and ran back to her. She scraped her knee but could actually walk, yet he insisted to have her arm around his shoulders and paid for everyone’s ice-creams. He picked the most expensive one for her and sat with her as they ate their ice-creams quietly.
When she was in front of her house later, she gave him a quick kiss on the lips. At 6, Sojung was still unaware that kissing boys other than your dad on the lips was something you shouldn’t do casually. She never did it before, though. As soon as she pulled away, she ran inside ignoring her injured knee so he wouldn’t see the way her face reddened.
They were 17 when they kissed for the second time.
It was a day after their finals, and Jimin, whose parents were away visiting a distant relative, decided to invite the kids from their neighbourhood and some friends from school over. Less people, especially the girls, turned up than he expected since most of them knew what he was up to.
Unfortunately, Sojung was one of the few who didn’t, and found herself sitting in a corner watching the boys choking down beer cans. Jimin was taking out several soju bottles when she considered going home, but at the same time someone pulled her hand and made her sit among the boys along with a couple other girls. “Let’s play the king game,” Minwoo said as he placed down a stack of wooden chopsticks that made her wonder if he brought them all along.
It wasn’t that Sojung never tried drinking before; she did have a taste the first time the boys sneaked in one of their parents’ whiskey bottle once less than a year before. She just didn’t want to explain to her mother later if she went home smelling like alcohol when she - all of them, in fact - was still too young to drink. Just when she was thinking of backing out, Seungcheol joined them and sat next to her.
“5 and 2,” Sungjae called out during his turn as the king. Sojung realized belatedly that her stick read 2, but at the same she held it up, Seungcheol raised his too. She glanced over, and sure enough, his stick read 5. Sungjae grinned as though he had the best, or in this case the worst idea in his mind. “I want you guys to kiss.”
Flustered, she was already halfway reaching out for the bowl of mixed soju and beer when Seungcheol stopped her. “Let’s just do it,” he said.
“W-what?” Her eyes widened. She noticed that his pupils were slightly out of focus. He already drank a bowl in the second round when his number was called out and he was dared to kiss Jimin.
“I said, let’s just do it,” he repeated. “I’m not going to drink that.”
She bit her lower lip and looked around. The other kids were already so drunk and some had fallen asleep. Even Sungjae was having a hard time keeping his eyes open. “Do it fast if you’re going to,” he grumbled. But before she could make up her mind, Seungcheol placed a hand behind her neck and leaned in. It happened all too quickly and ended as abruptly. Her lips burned, but Sojung told herself it was just the alcohol.
He never mentioned it when she met him sober several days later, so she assumed he really was too drunk to remember and never brought it up.
you're my first (and certainly not the last) (2/3) - aukirakirashahidaFebruary 17 2016, 16:26:45 UTC
The third time they kissed, they had nothing like age or alcohol to use as an excuse. This time, they were older, wiser, and certainly sober.
They hadn’t seen each other since the entrance exam, and enrolled in different universities. Two months after Sojung settled into her dormitory, she learned that Seungcheol’s family had moved to another city during one of her phone calls with her mother.
She was in third year when her friend begged her to go for a blind date in her place. Sojung would’ve said no - she would rather stay cooped up in her room than meeting a guy she didn’t know - but she did owe her friend a favour. So she did go, expecting nothing more than a decent dinner and maybe catch a movie afterwards, typical blind date itinerary. It’d be a nice break from all the midterms stress, she thought.
What she didn’t think or expect was finding out that her blind date was none other than Seungcheol. Sojung stood frozen at the restaurant’s entrance and had half a mind to turn back and pretend none of this ever happened when he spotted her.
He looked as surprised as she was, and maybe as flustered too, but he managed to keep it under control as he stood up and held out a chair for her. It was a strange gesture, coming from the boy you grew up with but was never close enough to stay in touch. Although it did not begin as naturally like they would have preferred, their conversation flowed well, catching up on the years they missed out on each other. It turned out that he came to this date in his friend’s place as well. Halfway through the dinner, Sojung even started to relax.
She offered to buy him coffee afterwards, and they ended up spending hours at the café, laughing at jokes and stories from their childhood that used to be funny. When they ran out of memories to recount, Seungcheol finally suggested going back and offered to stop a taxi for her, which she declined, saying her house was nearby and she preferred walking.
“But it’s late,” he said, and refused to let her turn down his offer to walk her home.
The walk, unlike the rest of the evening, was quiet and rather awkward, as though they had ran out of words to say. But Sojung somehow liked it. Reminded her of when they sat together without a word to each other while eating their ice-creams that he bought after she hurt her leg. They’ve grown so much since then, and grown apart too. The man walking next to her now looked nothing like the boy she grew up with, but yet still the same. How could that even be possible?
They reached her apartment several minutes later. Standing in the quiet street in front of the entrance, she wondered if she should invite him in. They already had coffee, so she couldn’t think of anything else to offer. He spoke before she could decide.
“Thanks for today. It was really fun catching up and talking about the old stories,” he said smiling.
“I had a great time too.” Sojung smiled back bashfully and slipped her hair behind an ear.
He rubbed the back of his head and looked away. “You should go in now. I’ll leave after you go.”
“Okay.” She nodded, then took a reluctant step towards the staircase. “Good night.”
“Good night,” he returns with a wave that stopped mid-air and seemed like something he wouldn’t do normally. But she waved back before heading inside.
Halfway from reaching her floor, she remembered that she didn’t even have Seungcheol’s number and wondered if he had hers. Would they be seeing each other soon? She didn’t even know tonight could even be considered a date. He probably thought of it as a hangout session with an old friend. They were friends, Sojung reminded herself that.
you're my first (and certainly not the last) (3/3) - aukirakirashahidaFebruary 17 2016, 16:26:59 UTC
But then just as she stood in front of her door, she heard rushed footsteps climbing the staircase, and soon there he was, standing before her, one hand on the wall and another on his knee as he struggled to catch his breath. “S-Seungcheol? Why?” she asked, brows furrowed.
“I d- I don’t have… your number.”
Shocked, her lips parted as she tried to comprehend the situation. “You didn’t have to-”
“And I didn’t- I don’t want to miss my chance again,” he interrupted, sounding urgent and perhaps anxious. “You see, I - my biggest regret is pretending it never happened. I was such a coward - I should’ve manned up about it and not just let it go.” He sighed, then inhaled deeply. “Sojung-ah, I really - I’ve always liked you.”
Blinking confusedly, she opened and closed her mouth again and again. Stared at him. Did she hear it right?
“If it’s okay - if you feel the same, I mean… um, I don’t know what I’m-”
Without warning, surprising even herself, she leaned in and gave him a quick kiss, just a peck on the lips, just like her 6-year-old self did. Their eyes widened almost at the same time, and, feeling her cheeks burning, she looked away and took a step back. “I… I’ve waited for so long to hear that.”
“So you’re saying we wasted all these years we could’ve been together, being clueless and afraid?” he asked, to which she said nothing in reply. Silence settled between them while he stared at her, and after a moment, a smile found its way across Seungcheol’s lips as his hand found hers. “Let’s not waste any more time, then.”
That was all he said before he kissed her again. And again, and again, until they lost count of how many times they’ve kissed in their lives.
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you're my first (and certainly not the last)
s.coups/sowon
The first time they kissed, they were barely 6.
It was an innocent sort of kiss, and she wasn’t even sure if it can be considered as one. They were playing with the other kids from their neighbourhood. Sojung, always the weakest when it comes to anything athletic, tripped over a tree branch while racing with them. She stayed seated on the ground and watched the rest getting further away. The last one to get to the convenience store would have to buy everyone snacks, they had bet. She exhaled a sigh, thinking about the allowance money she had been saving to buy a new set of crayons.
That was when Seungcheol, who was already way ahead, somehow noticed her fall and ran back to her. She scraped her knee but could actually walk, yet he insisted to have her arm around his shoulders and paid for everyone’s ice-creams. He picked the most expensive one for her and sat with her as they ate their ice-creams quietly.
When she was in front of her house later, she gave him a quick kiss on the lips. At 6, Sojung was still unaware that kissing boys other than your dad on the lips was something you shouldn’t do casually. She never did it before, though. As soon as she pulled away, she ran inside ignoring her injured knee so he wouldn’t see the way her face reddened.
They were 17 when they kissed for the second time.
It was a day after their finals, and Jimin, whose parents were away visiting a distant relative, decided to invite the kids from their neighbourhood and some friends from school over. Less people, especially the girls, turned up than he expected since most of them knew what he was up to.
Unfortunately, Sojung was one of the few who didn’t, and found herself sitting in a corner watching the boys choking down beer cans. Jimin was taking out several soju bottles when she considered going home, but at the same time someone pulled her hand and made her sit among the boys along with a couple other girls. “Let’s play the king game,” Minwoo said as he placed down a stack of wooden chopsticks that made her wonder if he brought them all along.
It wasn’t that Sojung never tried drinking before; she did have a taste the first time the boys sneaked in one of their parents’ whiskey bottle once less than a year before. She just didn’t want to explain to her mother later if she went home smelling like alcohol when she - all of them, in fact - was still too young to drink. Just when she was thinking of backing out, Seungcheol joined them and sat next to her.
“5 and 2,” Sungjae called out during his turn as the king. Sojung realized belatedly that her stick read 2, but at the same she held it up, Seungcheol raised his too. She glanced over, and sure enough, his stick read 5. Sungjae grinned as though he had the best, or in this case the worst idea in his mind. “I want you guys to kiss.”
Flustered, she was already halfway reaching out for the bowl of mixed soju and beer when Seungcheol stopped her. “Let’s just do it,” he said.
“W-what?” Her eyes widened. She noticed that his pupils were slightly out of focus. He already drank a bowl in the second round when his number was called out and he was dared to kiss Jimin.
“I said, let’s just do it,” he repeated. “I’m not going to drink that.”
She bit her lower lip and looked around. The other kids were already so drunk and some had fallen asleep. Even Sungjae was having a hard time keeping his eyes open. “Do it fast if you’re going to,” he grumbled. But before she could make up her mind, Seungcheol placed a hand behind her neck and leaned in. It happened all too quickly and ended as abruptly. Her lips burned, but Sojung told herself it was just the alcohol.
He never mentioned it when she met him sober several days later, so she assumed he really was too drunk to remember and never brought it up.
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They hadn’t seen each other since the entrance exam, and enrolled in different universities. Two months after Sojung settled into her dormitory, she learned that Seungcheol’s family had moved to another city during one of her phone calls with her mother.
She was in third year when her friend begged her to go for a blind date in her place. Sojung would’ve said no - she would rather stay cooped up in her room than meeting a guy she didn’t know - but she did owe her friend a favour. So she did go, expecting nothing more than a decent dinner and maybe catch a movie afterwards, typical blind date itinerary. It’d be a nice break from all the midterms stress, she thought.
What she didn’t think or expect was finding out that her blind date was none other than Seungcheol. Sojung stood frozen at the restaurant’s entrance and had half a mind to turn back and pretend none of this ever happened when he spotted her.
He looked as surprised as she was, and maybe as flustered too, but he managed to keep it under control as he stood up and held out a chair for her. It was a strange gesture, coming from the boy you grew up with but was never close enough to stay in touch. Although it did not begin as naturally like they would have preferred, their conversation flowed well, catching up on the years they missed out on each other. It turned out that he came to this date in his friend’s place as well. Halfway through the dinner, Sojung even started to relax.
She offered to buy him coffee afterwards, and they ended up spending hours at the café, laughing at jokes and stories from their childhood that used to be funny. When they ran out of memories to recount, Seungcheol finally suggested going back and offered to stop a taxi for her, which she declined, saying her house was nearby and she preferred walking.
“But it’s late,” he said, and refused to let her turn down his offer to walk her home.
The walk, unlike the rest of the evening, was quiet and rather awkward, as though they had ran out of words to say. But Sojung somehow liked it. Reminded her of when they sat together without a word to each other while eating their ice-creams that he bought after she hurt her leg. They’ve grown so much since then, and grown apart too. The man walking next to her now looked nothing like the boy she grew up with, but yet still the same. How could that even be possible?
They reached her apartment several minutes later. Standing in the quiet street in front of the entrance, she wondered if she should invite him in. They already had coffee, so she couldn’t think of anything else to offer. He spoke before she could decide.
“Thanks for today. It was really fun catching up and talking about the old stories,” he said smiling.
“I had a great time too.” Sojung smiled back bashfully and slipped her hair behind an ear.
He rubbed the back of his head and looked away. “You should go in now. I’ll leave after you go.”
“Okay.” She nodded, then took a reluctant step towards the staircase. “Good night.”
“Good night,” he returns with a wave that stopped mid-air and seemed like something he wouldn’t do normally. But she waved back before heading inside.
Halfway from reaching her floor, she remembered that she didn’t even have Seungcheol’s number and wondered if he had hers. Would they be seeing each other soon? She didn’t even know tonight could even be considered a date. He probably thought of it as a hangout session with an old friend. They were friends, Sojung reminded herself that.
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“I d- I don’t have… your number.”
Shocked, her lips parted as she tried to comprehend the situation. “You didn’t have to-”
“And I didn’t- I don’t want to miss my chance again,” he interrupted, sounding urgent and perhaps anxious. “You see, I - my biggest regret is pretending it never happened. I was such a coward - I should’ve manned up about it and not just let it go.” He sighed, then inhaled deeply. “Sojung-ah, I really - I’ve always liked you.”
Blinking confusedly, she opened and closed her mouth again and again. Stared at him. Did she hear it right?
“If it’s okay - if you feel the same, I mean… um, I don’t know what I’m-”
Without warning, surprising even herself, she leaned in and gave him a quick kiss, just a peck on the lips, just like her 6-year-old self did. Their eyes widened almost at the same time, and, feeling her cheeks burning, she looked away and took a step back. “I… I’ve waited for so long to hear that.”
“So you’re saying we wasted all these years we could’ve been together, being clueless and afraid?” he asked, to which she said nothing in reply. Silence settled between them while he stared at her, and after a moment, a smile found its way across Seungcheol’s lips as his hand found hers. “Let’s not waste any more time, then.”
That was all he said before he kissed her again. And again, and again, until they lost count of how many times they’ve kissed in their lives.
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