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Wooyoung
The look on his face was priceless.
"That is of course, only if you want me to." I smiled. 
He was silent for quite some time. 
I was getting ready to turn back to face the cityscape when he spoke.
"Okay." He muttered.
"Okay?"
"I'll let you teach me how to kiss." I watched as the embarrassment spread across his face, turning his skin a light shade of pink. 
I giggled a little at the situation, not because it was awkward or funny but because he's actually adorable. 
"Are you sure?" First step to a kiss is wanting it. 
"Yes."
"Okay then." I connected my hands back to the back of his neck and pulled him closer. 
"When I bring my lips to yours, tilt your head and only open your mouth a bit and then purse your lips once mine are on yours. Here, i'll demonstrate." I leaned into his lips slowly and precisely.
I should be a fucking teacher at this point because at that moment, when I pursed my lips against his, it's like I sent the knowledge of kissing through him and he was immediately taught.
He kissed me back so passionately that I felt that maybe he was fooling me into thinking he couldn't kiss. His hand around my waist and his pace, something that I didn't even get to yet, was genuinely perfect. It was astonishing. 
"Woah." I pulled back a bit again to see his face. 
"I'm a fast learner." He grinned, sending me into a trance. 
This time he pulled me back in, the confidence he suddenly grew becoming apparent by the second. Hopefully I was the only one that could pull it out of him. 
I ran my tongue across his bottom lip, asking for entry as he eagerly obliged. I know he tasted the alcohol in my mouth but it didn't seem to deter him at all. 
His hands stayed around my waist but gradually gripped tighter as I felt him start to get needier, breathing heavily in the kiss. 
A small hum of contentment from San buzzed through our connected lips and the feeling that I was so longing for, the feeling of being validated. The feeling that i'm useful in someway to someone, someone so attractive at that, took over me as it has many times before. 
I know I said I wouldn't sex him tonight but, fuck. I don't know if I can control myself. My need for further validation, to feel needed and wanted. 
My racing thoughts were interrupted by an annoying ringtone blaring through the rooftop and startling the both of us. 
San fumbled for his phone for a few seconds before pulling it out of his pocket. He looked at the screen and then looked back up at me. 
"I'll be just a second." He flashed sorrowful eyes at me before turning around and answering. 
"Yes?... I'm out right now. Do you think you could wait a bit?... Um, just, on a walk... No reason, just needed some air... You're a little pushy Joong, you know that?... Alright, wait for me." San hung the call up and turned back around to face me, his look was grim. 
"I guess this is the end of our little escapade, Sexy San. It was fun while it lasted!" I spoke loud dashing towards the ladder. 
This was it. My excuse. To cut it off before I do something i'd regret like looking into his piercing eyes a second longer or feeling his perfect body press against mine in a vulnerable way.