Amazing.

The embarrassment fills me once I have to face y/n, and I straighten my back and close my legs to be in a more comfortable position and cover my crotch by holding my snack on it.

Knowing that silence is only going to make it worse, I grow some balls and lean towards y/n to speak. "I want my refund," I open my hand in front of her, and a quiet chortle escapes her through her nose. She punches my arm. "You're the one who told me to pick, okay?"

"Yeah, but still," I do not accept this excuse and try to release the tension the scene caused. "I didn't pay for this shit."

"It's just you and Hojun, what's wrong about this—"

"You—" I slap her thigh without thinking twice. "What did you just say? I'd never do this with this dumbass."

"Why are you lying?" she gapes at me as if it was a lie to deny it. "I see the way he touches and kisses you all the time, and you always smile when—"

"No! We just like to joke with each other, but that's never serious! And there's no proof! I didn't kiss him!" I defend myself to not let her believe I would ever do that with him. "I saw you kiss his ear and cheek the other day!"

"But—" I stutter and laugh at myself out of nervousness. "It was just because— And why do you stalk me, uh?"

"I don't. I just looked at you at the wrong time," she explains herself in a simple sentence, enjoying this argument that she knows I always fight to win. "Oh, sure. Excuses. You know," I quickly drift to something else since I know she misunderstood what she saw. "If you were a guy, I'd kiss your neck just to piss you off or joke. Especially if I know you like it. I don't feel anything when I do it to a guy, so I can do it and hug them because I know this won't do anything to me."

She smiles at me without saying a word as if what she heard had affected her mind and left her speechless.

"I gotta pee," she stands up, but I do not stop her, realizing I gave my brain some images that I always try to not have. The dream I had yesterday where she was kissing and hugging me came back in a second, and the butterflies it sent through my chest muted me.

Now I have to be alone in my seat and eat popcorn while having a fight with my own brain to not replay the dream in my head. I truly love this feeling, I am not going to lie, I love the warmth it shoots through my veins, the speed of my heartbeat that accelerates the more I think about it, and the love it makes me feel without even being real.

For this effort to be easier to make, I take my phone out and check my notifications but take a picture of the giant screen to post it in a story, then I text Hojun.

[ we just watched a gay scene and y/n said it was me and you, bro. This is all your fault. I hate you >

[ I don't. And she fucking saw me kiss your ear and cheek the other day! >

[ shut up. >

[ and what if I did? Do you have a problem with it? >

[ why? >

[ ... >

[ I didn't say that I forgot she was here tho, I thought about her the whole time >

[ hmmm....c: >

[ you don't know whats in my imagination >

[ and fyi, I make love to her, okay? >

[ never had a wet dream >

[ I can't control my dreams alright?! >

[ stop being right goddamnn and you dare to call me horny? You? >

]

[ -_- >

"Can I pass, long legs?" y/n surprises me, and I instantly move my legs to let her go back on her seat. I lock my phone to not be on it anymore, and she sits down. She does not say anything but lays her eyes on me, holding her phone in one hand, I lick my lips while staring and smile at her. "What?"

"Are you really bored?" she leans back and crosses her arms, taking my words seriously. "I'm not, dummy. You know it. I'm having a good time."

"Okay," she makes me believe she trusts me, and she looks at the screen, but I keep my focus on her. "What about you? Are you bored?"

"I'm not, I'm enjoying this evening a lot," she does not lie, and her hands slide between her thighs. I do not gaze down at them for more than a second to not seem to be a creep, and I bring my hand up to my left eye to pass one finger under it. "Do you like the movie?"

"Well...yeah...I like it," the falsehood runs out of her mouth, and I chuckle at how fake this sounds. "Uh. I see that," my voice leaving me. "You liked it just because of those horny guys who made out."

"No! I'm not like that!" she lowers her voice to make it leave her chest with enough anger to assert herself, but I rest my head on the wall behind us and gaze at her. "Hm. I'm pretty sure you are."

"No, I'm not," she smiles at me out of lack of belief in her own words, and we both stare at each other's lips nonstop, without even saying anything but waiting for the other one to make a move.

"I hate you..." she giggles and throws her attention away from me as if these short seconds, which were intense, flustered her a bit too deeply. "No, you don't. Don't break my heart like that. Mean girl," I skim her hair with my finger, but she beams and peeks at me with less confidence in her sparkling, dilated eyes that never fail to make me fall for her.

Suddenly, the lights turn off to dive the hall into the dark, so I sit properly but tease y/n. I heave my hand up to her face and put pressure on her cheeks, but she smiles and pulls on my arm, getting it on her lap and offering me this spot.

Since the movie is starting again, I incline my body towards her to whisper in her ear. "I have another hand, you know," I bring it to her face, but she giggles in a silent manner and holds it against her bare thighs, not knowing what this gives to me. "I do too."

"Let go, or I'm gonna get all the attention over us," I threaten to do, even if I will not do anything, and I move my hands, but she hushes me. "Shh. I'm gonna trap them between my strong thighs."

"Your thighs are strong?" I do not expose what is in my head, but she laughs, and her body leans closer to mine. "They are. They'll crush your hands."

"I know they won't. Have you seen mine? Yours are too weak," I spur her to do it, willing to know what it feels like, what it will make her feel if she has my hands there. "Say that again, please," she tightens her hold on my hands as if it could hurt me, and I scoff at her. "They're weak."

"How dare you? They're not," she does not stick those eager hands of mine between her thighs that look even bigger because she is sitting, so I pinch her hand. "I need proof to believe it, I'm sorry."

She does not hesitate to pull her legs apart, and she crushes my hands between her thighs. "I don't want to hurt you, so I'm being kind. Okay? Don't underestimate me."

"You're so cute," I mock her without meaning to be rude, and I give a squeeze to her inner thigh but feel her clench her legs. My heart is beating so hard, this turns me on to touch her like that. She knows what she is doing for sure.

"I am not cute," she whispers in a menacing tone of voice, but the arousal that is running through my veins pushes me to go a little further, so I slide my hands over her thickness as much as I can to act like I am trying to get them away. "Free me, you mean person. I want to eat."

She opens her legs for me, but I purposely caress her skin to take it off of her since this is what she seems to want. I go back in a better position to not invade her personal space, but I cannot help thinking about what those thighs could do to me if I was in-between.

I eat the rest of my snack to clear my head from all the mess she causes.

•••

"Finally, this trashy movie is over," I breathe out and push the door open to get out, but y/n's fist crashes into my arm. "You know what? I'm never going out with you again," she walks at a faster pace to attempt to leave me behind, but I catch up with no effort at all. "Yes, you are. It's not my fault if you picked a bad movie."

"Shut up," she dares to throw out of her mouth, and a gasp takes my breath away. "What did you say?" I wrap my arm around her neck to grab her jawline, and she lifts her chin up to look into my eyes but stops us. "Shut up, or I snatch that piercing out of your tongue."

"Wow. You're being violent now? Uh? You're worst than I thought, evil. I could pick you up and throw you far away from me if I wanted to, so you calm down right away, girlie. Got it?" I simmer her down so that she reminds herself that she does not stand a chance, but I cannot even conceal the smile she constantly puts on my face.

"You can't throw me if I cling onto you," she grins but steps forth to drag her body away from mine, so I follow her from very close and stick to her like glue, knowing she does not feel uncomfortable but rather does it as well with more subtlety. "I know you would cling onto me if you ever get to know how it feels like to be in my arms," I do not stammer but state with confidence, but she does not say anything about this, she only lets a curve of her lips appear within sight.

"Am I right?" I speak near her ear, but her eyes remain on everything and everyone that is not me. "I will not let a little, arrogant boy, disturb me."

"I'm not little," I remove this adjective from her sentence, and I earn a look from her pretty eyes. "So you're an arrogant boy."

The frustration she managed to bring inside me draws its effect on my face, and I deal with my stupid brain. "You're a bratty girl."

"Then we're square," she drifts to the right and goes in the wrong direction, moving back to the bus stop. I do not let her continue since this is not the way we have to take for the rest of the night, and I grab her arm to pull her back and crash her body into mine. "You stay with me. I decide where we are going."

"Why would I? I don't want to stay with you. You're going to complain again if we do something together and that—" her sentence gets cut off by my hand that flew to her mouth, and I cover it. "You know I'm kidding."

She grips my wrist to bring it down but holds the other one when this is not even necessary. "What do you have with my face to touch it so much?"

I smile without saying a word and glance down at her lips, but she licks them, and I uncontrollably do the same with mine. I pull her in as she is still holding onto me, and her breasts get pressed on my torso. "Nothing, I like annoying you," I do not tell her the truth. I cannot tell her that it is the only spot of her body that I can touch so that it is why I only put my hands there.

"I don't know if they're clean, so put them somewhere else," her brain malfunctions and forgets that a boy is standing in front of her, and I let out the first word that comes to my mind. "Where?"

"Anywhere but on my face!" she gets upset but only playfully, putting her hands away from me. "I'm gonna grab your hair then."

"That's still my face, in a way..." she does not even make sense, getting me to chuckle at her but head to the restaurant nearby. "Yeah. You have a hairy face. That mustache you—"

"I don't have a mustache!" she covers her mouth and hits me as if I had insulted her, and the force she put into it makes me wheeze, knowing how mad girls get when they are told they have one. "First of all, it's called peach fuzz, and second, I don't have it because I get rid of it all the time, alright?" she hurls her anger out, and I cannot help laughing at the fact that she had to point this out.

"It's okay, peach fuzz is cute. No need to remove it," I do not give her any insecurities that can easily become a thing, but she glares at me, not taking it. "I'm serious! I was just joking."

"I hate you," she grumbles, but I put my arms around her body and stick mine to the back of hers. "No, you don't hate me..." I speak in her ear to hasten the beating of her heart, and she smiles but stops walking as if she was asking for me to keep her against me. "Are you hungry?" I stop moving and hold her a little tighter, but she shakes her head. "I ate too much popcorn."

"Same, we should maybe go to the restaurant another day," I share her opinion but think about what we could do instead. "Yeah," she does not complain or show any disappointment. "I have an idea," I brush my body over hers to step to the side and grab her hand, and I walk inside the mall.

Since I have noticed that she has been carrying around the small teddy bear that Hojun gave her everywhere she goes, I want to get her something special too that she will keep and which will remind her of me.

"What are we doing?" she cannot help but ask while following me, so I intertwine our fingers, not holding back anymore, and I tell her the truth. "Let's buy something to remember this night."

"Why?" her question gets my eyes to land on hers, and I dive in them. "Because it's a special one...right?"

She smiles and nods to me, but I let go of her hand. I need to see if she initiates any type of physical contact so that I am not the only one doing it.