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So What? 🐱

"Still.." I hesitate for a bit. "Alright, I'll come up with an excuse. Just to be fair," and because I'm confident that I'll win *flips hair*.

"Nice! Do yours first then mine," he bottoms up his drink and reaches for another can.

"Huh, you're just stalling time," I drink a bit more and open another can so that I won't struggle after. I can't afford the tragedy repeating itself.

With only the sounds coming from the television in the background that fades into silence, I am in my own artistic world.

Once mine are fully dry- which didn't take long as I only peel off the ones with the most damage- I motion Youngjo to face me and scoot closer. He ends up folding one leg on the couch and lets the other one dangle.

"Are you gonna use one colour only?" He eyes the bottles lined up on the coffee table while I try to match one with his skin tone. "Yours look colourful," adds him.

"Cuz I want all colours to be used up all at once, then I could buy a bundle of joy with discounts when there's a sale," I reason, adding "I'll do yours colourful too, if you insist."

"Do as you please. It's not like I'm going back home with them," he shrugs.

Without further ado, I apply all kinds; matte, jelly, sakura flower, glitter; and colours on his nails. I didn't notice his such slender fingers before, and it will be a lie to say that I'm not jealous of that fact.

"You know, it's actually harder to keep them clean when it's in the process of drying," I mumble loud enough for him to hear, my third beer can of the night at my lips.

I asked Youngjo to open another one before I proceed to his right hand. Do you have a problem with that? No? Good. Continue reading.

I am slightly tipsy, but I manage to finish up his nails. Admiring my works by holding both of his hands up, I nod once. I let Youngjo inspect his now beautiful nails, the thought that I had in mind made a smirk creep up my face.

Time to ruin my masterpiece to win the bet.

I slip my hands to either side of Youngjo's waist and try to tickle him. Keyword; try. He doesn't budge an inch and even has a coy smile on his face while my hands roams his sides.

"I knew your intention the moment you stated the drying process, Y/N~" he coo at me.

"Oh you don't know what I have up my sleeve." Unfortunately, I don't know either.

I can blame it on the alcohol in my system, or his pretty lips. Either way, both are technically his fault.

Grabbing his face in between my hands, I land my lips on his. I expect him to struggle out of my grasp- like the 'kiss my best friend' challenge on TikTok- and ruin his nail coating in the process.

Youngjo surprisingly remains stationary. Deciding that it's best to act like nothing happen, I pull away from him. His stunned face explain everything.

I messed up big.

Can someone teach me how to act normal?

"Huh you're no fun!" I scoff. That's the best I can do, okay?

Come on brain, work you peasant.

"I'm gonna go make some ramyeon," I say standing up and proceed to the kitchen.

The thing is, nothing is in between the living room and the stove except for a kitchen island. I can feel Youngjo's stare at the back of my head when I reach out for a packet of instant noodles and a pot.

Should have worked harder, brain.

Ignoring the burning sensation, I focus solely on my cooking. Right after pouring in the seasoning followed by the noodles, I hear Youngjo shuffling around.

I'd be very grateful if he's going to comment on how I put seasoning before noodles and we start bickering like usual.

How did I even thought of kissing him? Oh wait, I only have one braincell that barely works.

His footsteps grow closer until I feel his presence behind me. I'm in dilemma. I should turn around and naturally initiate a conversation.

Why am I glued to the ground? My heart is beating harshly against my ribcage it honestly hurts.

"My nails are all dry," Youngjo speaks at a weirdly low tone, making chills run down my spine.

I try to choke something out of my throat, anything. Instead, I close the lid of the pot. Great reflex.

"I won't get anything on your hair," he continues.

Blinking, I turn around to understand what he meant. My friend over here explains it in a rather interesting way.

He pulls me in by the waist and threads his fingers in my hair, kissing me feverishly on the lips. I stagger back, almost hitting the stove cabinet if it wasn't for his strong arm around me.

I can't possibly resist his plump lips on mine. My hands travel from his chest to his neck, bringing him closer. I'm starting to get hazy headed when his hand leaves my waist.

The sound of the stove turning off catch my attention.

Oh no, my ramyeon!

Did I choose my instant noodles over this make out session with the one and only Youngjo? Soggy noodles is the worst though?

I gently pushed him back, separating my lips from him by an inch.

"The ramyeon," I whisper out of breath, but my eyes land on his swollen red lips. I am that aggressive??

"어쩌라고? (So what?)" He jerks my head forward, catching my lip in between his teeth again.

Cool tip: don't reject something you actually like for the second time.

A/N 14Feb'22
A little present for my readers because I can't seem to complete woongie's yet yeet! *muttering* Before I disappear for another month and a half because of exams...

It's a BIG exam so wish me luck! Bye!♡