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훈’s TalkTalk😚 from 20181215 - Squishy Koala around 34:35

how to get someone to take care of you like this ;;

Hey... I just wanted to say that I want you to continue the Seunghoon pepero thingy where you left it because it seems... interesting...👉👈

… why do i listen to the anons i get

See this as a special present from me to you and in general the last present I give to anyone in this life because after writing that I’m dead. Also the urge to censor f**lings was REAL.

Your best friend decides to announce a break after your and Seunghoon’s victory, probably because she can see you hyperventilating and you immediately jump up to find your way out of the living room on wobbly legs. She follows suit and when she touches your shoulder you jolt, even though you saw her follow you.

“You okay?”

“Why did you do that to me?!” you whisper sharply, your head still spinning.

“We thought it was fun… I’m sorry, we all went too far there…” She seems to realize just how out of your mind you are over the whole thing, as she lowers her head with an apologetic expression. You take a few deep breaths, then shake your head.

“No… it’s fine. Don’t think too much about it. I’m just scared-” You stop yourself.

“Of what?”

“What he might think of me now… Now he totally knows I have a crush on him and he also knows I’m a wimp. What guy wants a girl who isn’t confident in herself?” Your friend grabs you by both your shoulders and looks you intently in the eye.

“Stop that. You’re a little shy, so what? You have so many good qualities, don’t let that one thing bring you down just cause you don’t like it. A lot of guys actually find it cute when a girl isn’t so straightforward!” You try to believe her words and somehow find a new source of confidence in them.

“If you say so…”

You two return to the living room where people are already eager to play the next round - so eager actually, that they have started without you. You and your friend sit beside some other girls this time, so you won’t have to play with Seunghoon again to avoid any more awkward moments.

“Ahhh, you came back! Are you two okay?” one of the guys asks from across the room, receiving a punch to his upper arm by his friend to his left to signal they’re next in line to play. Your friend answers for the two of you while squeezing your hand.

“It’s nothing, we just got a glass of water!” You watch the whole row of guys cringe while not a single one of them manages to hide their panicked gay, the remaining bits of pepero turning out unsurprisingly long, until the game reaches Seunghoon. He too avoids touching the face of the guy to his left at all cost, when you realize the next person in line is another one of your female friends. Him taking a pepero out of the pack and putting it into his mouth, he makes brief eye-contact with you, as if he wanted to tell you something. Tell you to watch. Then he turns to the girl. And you do watch. You watch closely how she puts her hand on his shoulder, how he slightly tilts his head so their noses won’t collide, how her eyelashes flutter when she looks up into his eyes for a split second and how he musters her face in such a calm and engaged manner as she moves closer and closer to him. You bite down on your tongue hard when their lips are dangerously close to each other and when the remaining bit of pepero falls into her hand, you must admit to yourself that you cannot tell if they ended up touching or not. And then there is something else growing in your stomach and stirring up your insides you’d be better off admitting. But instead you push it away, watching them giggle at each other, for once hating the dimples that appear on Seunghoon’s cheeks as he laughs, because it’s some other girl causing them to show.

The game continues on with the female side of the circle, less panicked than the guys were, but not any less colourful. When one of the female students from your parallel class suggests playing a third round, you protest. You didn’t mean to react so impulsively, it just kind of slipped out. And though you do get some weird looks, your best friend immediately has your back, arguing that you wanted to play other games too and the night won’t last forever. Discussions break out on how to proceed, until someone yells a suggestion into the room. “Musical chairs!” People look at each other in surprise, one person argues it’s just a kindergarden game, but in the end the child in most of you wins and you settle for that, your best friend playing the role of game master. You know you’re bad at this kind of game, but still you try to squeeze yourself in between two people as far away from Seunghoon as possible, so you don’t end up accidentally sitting on his lap. Or even just having to fight him for a chair. Because you know you’d lose miserably in that case. Not that you don’t end up losing in the second round anyway, but at least you spared yourself the awkward staring battle with your crush and had it with one of your childhood friends instead. Still in kind of a bad mood because of that feeling in your stomach that just won’t go away, especially seeing how Seunghoon and the girl end up right beside one another again after the third person dropped out, you let your best friend know you’re just going to the kitchen for a while to actually get yourself some water this time.

First thing you close the kitchen door behind you and open the fridge, hoping for some kind of comfort food or even just a drop of alcohol or two that the others haven’t yet downed in there. But you’re disappointed in both aspects, loudly throwing the door shut and leaning against the kitchen counter next to you while letting out a long, deep sigh - which, admittedly, already calms your nerves a little. What is this weird feeling? you ask yourself, as if you didn’t already know full well what that was. Why did he enjoy playing with her so much? And why does it have to bother me so much?? You shake your head, telling yourself you should go back to the others, and just as you’re about to reach for the door handle, someone else opens it from the other side.

“I thought you’d be in here,” Seunghoon states as he walks in and shuts the door behind himself.

“What are you doing here?” you ask, trying not to show him just how nervous his sudden presence makes you. “Actually I was about to go, so…” You try reaching for the handle once more, but he puts out his arm to stop you. When you dare look up into his face, you can see him staring down at you, the look in his eyes as serious as can be.

“You’re jealous, aren’t you?” For just a moment your mind goes blank.

“I-I’m not! Why would I be jealous?” you argue and he exhales, obviously annoyed with your insincere answer. Instead of saying anything back, you feel his hands on your shoulders, pushing you back a few steps, until your body makes contact with the fridge behind you, and within the bat of an eye his lips make contact with yours again - this time properly. You feel his hands sliding down your arms, then holding onto your waist, pulling you just a little closer to him while his lips move against yours in a slow rhythm. Unable to think you lift your arms, letting your fingers guide you over the fabric of his sleeves up to his neck, which you loosely hold on to, before he pulls back and lets go of you, forcing you to also take away your hands when he approaches the door.

“Tell me when you decide to change your mind about the jealousy thing,” he throws over his shoulder, turning the knob. Though you’re still breathless from the kiss, you push yourself away from the fridge, slamming shut the door he just opened an inch or two, and wrapping your other arm around him so your face is buried safely in his chest.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t know what to do or how to act or if you even liked me back or just thought of me as a weirdo who’s infatuated with you!” you confess. “But now… now I think I know I’m not just one-sidedly in love with you…” You dare peek up at his face, finding surprise in his expression. “…right?” He sighs and lets one hand reach up into your hair, combing through it slowly with his fingers.

“Take a wild guess…” His hand finds its way to your heated up cheek and he gives you a fond smile, his dimples popping up, sending butterflies through your stomach, before he leans in for another kiss and you close your eyes, kissing him back.

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