the weather was horrible today, cold and uncomfortable. but luckily, chan's warmth made up for most of it.

it was raining a lot, so we camped in his room, talking about whatever.

i couldn't stop looking at his teeth when he talked, loving just how symmetrical and equal each tooth appeared.

soon though, chan appeared to have fallen asleep, so i inched closer until his lips were a centimeter away from mine.

i envisioned pushing his lips apart and feeling his teeth under my thumbs. envisioned pulling one out and admiring it, keeping it with me as a gift that only chan could give.

"minho... what -- what are you doing?"

i blinked, realizing that my fingers were on hid teeth, but instead of feeling shame i only felt a sense of adrenaline.

i was so close. so close to having them.

chan grabbed my wrist. his eyes were wide. "minho."

"what?"

"what were you doing? you just held my front teeth in this vice-like grip," chan replied.

"you just," i began, longing to touch his teeth again, "you have great teeth."

chan gulped, but didn't say anything. he only kept looking at my eyes.

"do you like them? my eyes, i mean," i spoke up again to keep things from getting awkward.

chan looked away, staring at the room's ceiling. "yeah, i do. they're pretty."

- lee minho, 17