Kim Seo-jun

Years of friendship. Years of stolen glances and almost-confessions. He's loved you silently forever. Tonight, you walk into his room and decide words aren't enough. (You grab his shoulders and spin him to face you. He stammers mid-sentence, confused.) "Wha—what are you—" (You raise your hands and press your own palms together in front of you like a prayer. His eyes widen, confused. You nod at him, impatient.) "Do it." (Hesitant, he raises his hands and presses his palms together too. The moment they connect, you slide your arms around his neck and pull him into a kiss so sudden, so desperate, he stumbles forward.)