CHANS POV

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It had been two days. Two freaking days, and I still couldn't shake the memory of his lips on mine.

Why? Why me?

All I wanted was to forget. To shove the moment into the deepest corner of my mind and lock it away forever. But no, it kept replaying. Over and over again.

Frustrated, I decided to call Hyunjin. Maybe he could distract me, even for a little while.

"Hello?" he answered, his tone sounding distracted.

"What—what are you doing right now?"

"Busy," he said flatly.

"Bu—"

Before I could finish, I heard it. The unmistakable sound of moaning—deep moaning.

"HYUNJIN, ARE YOU SERIOUSLY FUCKING FELIX RIGHT NOW?!" I yelled into the phone, my jaw practically hitting the floor.

"No," Hyunjin replied nonchalantly, "he's giving me a blow job. Now, continue."

"NO, BITCH!" I snapped. "AFTER YOU'RE DONE WITH THAT SHIT, CALL ME BACK!"

I hung up immediately, my face burning with secondhand embarrassment. Why did I even call him?

I decided to call Changbin. He was the least horny member of the group—a rare and much-needed quality. Minho was probably busy thrusting his dick in Jisung's butt hole or whatever, so I wasn't even going to try him.

"Hello, Changbin?"

"Hi, Chan. What's up?"

"Could we meet up at Youthful?" I asked.

"Why not Blue Hour?"

"Because I don't want to see Jeongin," I said bluntly.

Changbin let out an exasperated sigh. "Not this again. Fine. But we're meeting up at Blue Hour  soon i need my guitar back. You can't avoid him forever."

"Fine."

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We met at Youthful, and as soon as I walked in, my eyes caught the boy at the counter. He had vibrant red hair and a soft-yet-smoldering vibe that made my stomach do a little flip. His nametag read Heeseung, and my brain short-circuited for a moment. (guys i needed to add heeseung in somehow and no hes not going to be a love interest in this book)

I ordered a cinnamon roll and an americano, while Changbin went for a red velvet cake and a macchiato.

As we sat down, Changbin gave me a knowing look. "So, are you going to tell me why we're here, or are you just going to ogle the barista all day?"

"I—what?! I wasn't ogling!" I protested, feeling my cheeks heat up.

"You totally were. But whatever, spill."

I sighed, taking a sip of my americano. "It's... about jeongin. And that kiss."

Changbin leaned forward, his brow furrowed. "Oh boy, here we go."

"Okay, so..." I started hesitantly, fiddling with my cup. "That kiss... with Jeongin... It was my first kiss since that bitch Eunji."

Changbin's eyebrows shot up. "Seriously? First since Eunji?"

"Yeah," I admitted, cringing at the thought of her. "And honestly, it's driving me insane. I don't know what to do, Changbin. I mean, do I... make a move?"

Changbin slapped his palm against his forehead. "Yes, Chan. MAKE. THE. FUCKING. MOVE."

I blinked, startled. "That obvious?"

"So obvious that Felix made a spam Instagram and Facebook just to stalk your every move," Changbin said, completely deadpan.

"Wait, WHAT?!"

He nodded solemnly, sipping his macchiato like this wasn't a big deal. "Yup. In his words, 'Watching gays reveal themselves is cinema and needs to be shown to the world.'"

I groaned, burying my face in my hands. "Why am I friends with him again?"

"Because he's the chaotic glue holding this weird little group together," Changbin said with a smirk. "But seriously, Chan, you gotta stop overthinking. It's clear you both like each other. Just do something about it before Felix uploads a full documentary or Hyunjin starts commentating on your life like it's a BL drama."

I sighed, knowing he was right but still feeling the weight of my anxiety. "You make it sound so simple."

"It is simple," Changbin said firmly. "You're just making it harder than it needs to be."

Changbin was right. I needed to do something about this whole jeongin situation. I couldn't keep chickening out forever. The longer I waited, the harder it would get.

After we caught up and finished our pastries, I realized just how much Changbin had on his plate. The guy was juggling his studies, helping produce for Hannah, and somehow still managing to keep everyone sane. It made my drama feel small in comparison, but he reassured me that it wasn't.

By the time I got back to my apartment, Hyunjin finally decided to call me back.

"Sup," I answered, putting him on speaker while I flopped onto my bed.

"Sup," he replied casually.

"So, you done getting Felix to suck your dick?"

"Yep," he said nonchalantly, "he's sleeping now."

I rolled my eyes. "Good. Anyway, are you ready for dance practice with your partner tomorrow?"

"Shut up," Hyunjin grumbled, and I could almost hear him blushing through the phone.

"You're such a simp for Felix," I teased, grinning.

"Look who's talking!" he shot back. "Aren't you the one still obsessing over whether jeongin's lips taste like cinnamon or regret?"

I froze, my grin fading. "You're insufferable."

"And you're obvious," Hyunjin retorted smugly. "Just grow a pair of balls and confess already. God, at this rate, I'll marry Felix before you even get jeongin to hold your hand."

"Bold of you to assume Felix would say yes to marrying someone who only makes him ramen at 2 a.m.," I countered.

"Touché," Hyunjin admitted. "But seriously, just confess. If it works out, great. If not, at least you won't have to listen to Changbin, Felix, and me nagging you every day."

He had a point, and I hated that.

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