But he was still immersed in drunk dancing. So as the only option left, I held him by his collar and pulled him closer. With our faces only inches apart, I could feel his breath mixed with the scent of wine on my face, his features still bright in the club lights.
With the blazing fire behind our eyes, we stared at each other for a while until I spoke first, "My legs," I said pointing towards my now aching feet, "They're hurting."
With just that, a drunk Yoo-Song carried me up in bridal style and took me to a couch situated at the corner, away from the crowd.
Placing me on the couch, he bent down on his knees to have a look at my feet and took my shoes off.
"Yoo-Song, let it be so, it's fine," I said putting my hands on the top of his to stop him from touching my feet. The alcohol was acting up and I could barely keep myself in check, but I still tried.
Still, Yoo-Song would not let me stop him, he took my shoes off and started massaging my feet, truth be told, it felt good. I exhaled and looked upwards feeling relaxed. Just as I looked down, our eyes met again.
With his tall stature, he reached my eyes even though he was kneeling. Blame it on the alcohol, we closed the distance between our lips. It was a gentle kiss, more like a peck, not asking for more but it meant something more.
Drawing apart, Yoo Song spoke, his breath touching my face, " Would you go put with me?"
How could I refuse? I have loved this man since childhood. And now, when his feelings are finally getting crystal clear, how can I even think of rejecting him?
"I would love to," I said blushing slightly.