Greatest wish

"what should I write?" she asked him who was laying down on his bed, trying to get some rest.

"just write whatever you want to write. Don't put too much words, I'm not that type of person to use many excuse language. Don't use words that are overrated. Use suitable words,"

She scoffed and said, "and I thought I'm able to write what I want to write. Fine,"

She started writing it on a scratch paper while he was just resting. He suddenly smiled when he heard her scoffed. He just rested there, examining her face. She was so beautiful.

Jun's POV

She was sitting on my chair while writing my excuse letter. Dang! She's so cute. Her face is so perfect. She's so focused on writing the letter. What did I do to deserve this?

Liana's inside my room, writing a stupid letter for me. Isn't that cute? I must admit, I am totally crazy. Just look at her. Her messy bun suits her comfortable style.

The fact that she's taking care of me makes me feel honored. I've never thought that this year would be my lucky day. I've always hoped that someday, I could finally be with her. I had wished great things and now, most of my wishes came true. My greatest wish is right beside me, looking so beautiful without any effort.

Whenever I think of the times that I was with her, us doing things together, us being sweet especially when we were in south Korea and even just a little thing like when I caught her staring at me or her staring at me back and just stay like that for a while, my heart flutters. My heart does palpitate whenever I'm around her or whenever I think of her and honestly, I treasure the times she was around me.

I wished that there would be more interaction between us. I hate to say that I don't do anything. It's just that I don't know what to act and say. No one really taught me and even if they did, I couldn't figure those things out. I find the acts that couple do, so cringe.

The man putting his arm around her and she looks up and blush and act so shy although she truly hoped for that, like what the heck? That's so cringe. And then the girl hits him so softly and tiptoe to kiss his cheek, like uggghhh. I just don't know. I should shrug that thought away.

3rd Person POV

She was calling his name twice yet he still didn't respond. She thought that he was awake but he was just staring at the ceiling and nothing else.

"could he be thinking of something else?" she thought to herself.

"Jun?" she called out once again and Jun snapped from his cringe imagination.

"yeah? You called me?" he asked, pulling himself off the bed and sat down.

She nodded and turned the chair, facing him. "I've been calling you for a while. I'm done writing. Here, check it out if it's okay," she handed out the paper but he refused. She was quickly hurt by the action but she blushed when she heard his explanation.

"anything you do is nice. I don't need to check it for I'm sure that they will accept it,"

"w-well then, I'll go ahead," she was about to go and open the door when Jun walked over and got there first.

"what are you doing?" confused by the action of him, she asked him. She was about to push him away when Jun flipped their side over and put his arm on both her sides.

He was slowly leaning in and their face was getting closer. She could feel her heart beating fast and he could feel his too. She started leaning in too, yearning for the awaited kiss. They have kissed before but they were drunk and today, they're completely conscious. There was only a small gap between their lips when Jun decided to close the gap.

He slowly kissed her, enjoying the moment and trying to remember how her lips tasted. There were sparks flying everywhere in their body. She could feel how soft his lips were and she dreamt of him kissing her everyday like this.

They were just kissing, softly and sweetly, without taking it any further. No one on both sides decided to break the kiss but after a while, they slowly pulled away. They looked at each other with lovingly eyes before she could manage to say "bye" and quickly ran to her room with her trembling lips.

Her lips already missed his warmth. She closed the door of her room and jumped on her bed, screaming on the pillow. She reminisced the moment and she couldn't stop squealing. She looked up at her ceiling and touched her lips. His warmth was still there but it was slowly fading.