Today is the first time you’ll meet your boyfriend, Jun. It was a mixed emotions of nervousness and excitement, when it feels like you are on a job  interview or about to enter the arena of an Asean Olympic games. And all you have to do is to take a deep breath so you can deal with it.

“Ahm, excuse me? You are (y/n), right?” The moment you looked back at the guy who called you was in a slow mo, as if the world forgot how to revolve. You gaped openly as you observe his sharp jaw, heart-shape lips, soulful eyes placed either on the side of his pointed nose. You thought his face is as small a child’s hand, a little exaggerated, but to put it in a simple word, this man is devilishly handsome!

“What did I do to deserve a guy like him? Is he really my boyfriend?” you doubt yourself.

“You are my boyfriend?”

“If you are (y/n), then I guess so?”

You both stared back at each other for what seemed like hours until you finally dropped your gaze. “Y-Yes. I am (y/n),” your voice were quieter now, less sure. You looked back up at him, a gentle flush of pink had arisen in your cheeks that made you look vulnerable.

Jun’s stood there, frozen. His pale skin slowly turned into a shade of ripe strawberry.

“Do you want to sit down beside me?” you offered, tapping that small space left on the bench. His mouth is almost too dry to speak and so he just nodded like an idiot as he sat beside you.

The heavy silence settled. Jun crossed your legs while you tapped your hands on your phone. The mood between you is like a waiting game; a game where one of you should speak up first or else this date will be over!

“Uhmm-” you two mumbled in one voice, followed by those fake smiles.

“You go first,” he said.

“No. You speak up first,” you declined.

So Jun scratched his nape and said, “I bet you are hungry. Let’s eat. My treat.”

You stood up, as well as he did. With a good distance, you ate with him in the Chinese restaurant. Then played together in the arcade, and now star gazing upon the star at the park. In the end, there are nothing but awkwardness.

It is not supposed to be like this!

When you were talking with him through call or chat, he was talkative, adventurous and over confident. So you never expect he is a shy person. All day you got anxious by your appearance, your actions and by your words. He doesn’t appear to be your boyfriend at all.

“Jun,” you called him while looking at the stars.

“Y-Yeah?” he stuttered.

“I am so happy that I finally meet you.”

You looked at him and he holds your gaze, but instead of the warmth of a lover, it is with an icy hostility. “I am happy too,” he answered in plain tone, same expression and unwillingness.

“You don’t look happy at all, Jun. You were uncomfortable since the moment you saw me.”

Everything else falls away, in Jun’s eyes, all he sees is you, literally. He can no longer hear cars speeding down the street. He can’t notice the coldness of the night or even gulp the saliva that sits on his frozen tongue. Every natural body movement is in hold and so he must force himself some smile. “ What are you talking about (y/n)? I am really happy,” he lied. Yes it was a lie.

“Then can you kiss me?” you asked.

His eyes wide opened. “W-What? M-Me?” he even pointed himself.

“Hmmm. Don’t you remember? You said if we saw each other in person, you want to kiss me. Then why hesitate?  You can kiss me now, not through the call, not through the words. Kiss me.”

“But I think it is too early to-”

You peck on his lips. Jun held his breath as you leaned closer again and tentatively pressed your lips to his. His head became hazy; body became stagnant at the sensation.

So this is what a kiss feels like? Jun said to himself. So sweet and silken, it’s enough to melt even the hardest hearted man. Just as he is going to lose himself for a moment, you retreated. “W-Why? Why did you stop?” he asked.

“I’m going home,” you said and stood up.

Normally, a guy in love should grab your hand to stop you. But he did not. He let you go, leaving him all alone.

Jun is staring at the blank space. His fingers touch the traces you left on his lips. “It was…my first kiss,” he whispered. Then his phone rings. He hesitated a million times; to answer it or not. He breathe in and out, before answering the call, “Yes Joshua?”

“WHERE ARE YOU? YOU PUNK! I TOLD YOU TO GO TO THE PLACES WITHIN MY REACH. WHERE DID YOU BRING MY GIRLFRIEND?!”

“Joshua hyung.”

“Yes?”

“Your girlfriend… kissed me.”

“W-What?”

“It was not my fault. You used my name, my identity and even my picture. So it was your fault, hyung.” Jun ended the call. “So whatever happens in the future, is not my fault.” He stood up and ran towards your direction.

You are already waiting at the bus stop, when he suddenly calls your name out loud. “(y/n)!”

You looked back. “J-Jun?”

He went closer, and cut each distance in between. “You took my first kiss.” He cupped your face. “So be responsible.”

“Huh? What responsibility are you talki-”

The man with the name ‘Jun’, kissed your lips.

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