Kimmon's POV

Thankfully, after the show, Copter didn't feel uncomfortable interacting with me at all.  He was talking to me the same way he did with the others.  He was flashing his bright bedimpled smile as usual.

"Hey, P'Kim," he said, "thank you for sparing me the discomfort of getting real kisses on my back and front."

"What do you mean?"  Bas interjected.  Bas, as usual, was listening in on our conversation.

"Oh, P'Kim thought of a clever way to keep me from feeling uncomfortable by lifting my shirt with his hand under it and was actually kissing his hand under my shirt!  Wasn't that just clever of him??"

Bas didn't reply but was looking at me with a thoughtful expression on his face.  I hadn't confided in Bas about my feelings for Copter, however, even though Bas is the youngest in our group he's one of the smartest, so I wouldn't be  surprised if he guessed about my feelings for Copter.

Copter's POV

I felt so tired but happy at how successful the event for our fans turned out.

I happily opened my suitcase to pull out my pajamas and noticed that P"Kim was just standing beside me and not trying to get ready for bed.

I smiled at him and he smiled back.  It was probably just my imagination but somehow the smile didn't reach his eyes, his eyes that were the most beautiful pair I had ever seen in my life.  I checked my thought.  "Careful, Copter, you don't wanna fall in love with someone who would tease you mercilessly if he found out." 

"Are you okay, P'Kim?"  I had to ask.

"Of course I'm okay," he replied but I noticed that his eyes were glistening with unshed tears.

"No, you're not," I insisted and I moved close to him to try to comfort him but he backed away.

It hurt me that he would not confide in me  about whatever was making him sad.  It also hurt me a lot that he was avoiding any physical closeness right now.

What was wrong with him, I wondered.  Usually he would be tickling me, touching me, draping his arm across my shoulder, even when the cameras were no longer on us.

"Are you sure you don't want to talk about it?"

"Believe me," he said, "you don't wanna know."

Why was I feeling sad that he won't confide in me?  Why was I feeling hurt that I was wrong in thinking that we were close enough for him to trust in me?

I didn't realize that a few drops of tears had trickled down the side of my face.  He quickly closed the gap and pulled me into his embrace.  For some reason I started to sob.  That was when he cupped my face in his hand and moved his face very close to mine, so close that our lips were almost touching.

I waited.  It was as if he was waiting for me to move away.  But I didn't.  Instead I gently placed my mouth on his and he moved back with a shocked expression on his face.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"  I cried.  "No, no, no,no, no!" he cried back.  He quickly placed his hand at the back of my head and tilted it back and started to kiss me passionately.  The delicious sensation was making me weak in the knees.  I kissed him back and it seemed like an eternity before we stopped to catch our breaths.

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