To Kiss An Idol

With a deep breath, she informed him, “You can come out now.”

Kyung-Soo raised his head out of the pile of clothes and stood up. All the clothes fell to his feet except one. A long, flowy gown’s zip stuck to his hair. The dark purple dress covered him completely. He tried tugging the dress, but he flinched in pain.

His porcelain skin was more enhanced due to the contrast of the purple dress. Nivritti looked at him and a smile played on her face as he was looking cute. His hair was all over the place trying to get rid of the dress. She noticed that he would look gorgeous in a purple shirt.

For a minute she kept staring at him with adoration. Sometimes his face would get covered. He would remove the dress from his face, and it would fall all over his shoulder covering his whole body. He would then change the direction of the dress and it would again cover his head, making his hair fall all over the place. She was finding all that cute. She could not stop smiling at him.

Finally, she decided to help him as could not see his tribulation for long. Grinning. She moved towards him and stood before him. She tried to grab the dress, but Kyung-Soo was swirling and twirling the dress too much.

“Stop! Don’t move. Let me help,” ordered Nivritti.

“Where are you? I can’t even see you,” said Kyung-Soo. Somehow, he was inside the cancan fabric of the dress.

“Just stop moving,” she said and touched his hands. He immediately stopped moving. She lowered his hands and slowly lifted the dress, revealing his face. “Hi!” she teased.

.....

He was sweating due to the heavy dress and just wanted to get out of the dress. Slowly she lifted the fabric and her face appeared before his eyes. He took a deep breath after looking at her face but instantly the air was knocked out of his lungs as he saw her in his shirt.

It was the shirt he was wearing when he came to the mall. The first two buttons were unbuttoned showing off her smooth skin. The gorgeous picture before him was tugging at his heartstrings. Seeing her in his shirt, flashed a picture before his eyes.

He dreamed of spending his life with her. She would sometimes take his clothes out of his closet and wear them. She would roam around the house wearing his shirts, his hoodies, and he would mockingly fight with her to return them. But she would tease him and run away from him. He would chase her around his house and the whole house would be filled with laughs and giggles. He liked that picture.

“Oh, you are too tall, bend down,” commanded Nivritti.

“What?” her voice broke his dream.

“Never mind,” she said, took off her shoes and stood on the bench. Now she was taller than him. “Come close,” she requested.

Kyung-Soo stepped forward and stood near her. His face was in her breasts. He immediately looked away, but Nivritti grabbed his head and turned it back. “I said don’t move,” she scolded.

“Sorry!” he lifted his head to look at her face.

“Yes, this is better, stay just like this,” she screamed with happiness. He smiled after looking at her smile. He always wanted to see her smiling. He never liked it whenever she cried, it broke his heart.

Nivritti carefully grabbed the dress to ease the pressure on Kyung-Soo’s hair. He sighed with relief. With one hand she kept disentangling his hair from the zip. It took her time to get every strand of hair out of the tiny hole of the zipper.

Kyung-Soo kept staring at her face while she was working on his hair. She kept pouting her lips when she was in deep concentration. One or twice she bit her lower lip trying to get his hair out of the entanglement. She really had no idea how many unconscious gestures she had and what they did to his heart.

He just wanted to wrap his arms around her waist which was so close to him and bite the lip that she was biting on. He wanted to run his fingers all over her pout and kiss her till eternity. Why she had such a hold on him, he never understood. All he knew was that he liked when she would be close to him. He loved the warmth he was feeling being close to her. He loved the lavender smell that oozed out of her.

He carefully was watching her work on his head. Her beautiful eyelashes, her cute cheeks, her chin, the mole on her neck. Involuntarily his hands started moving towards her mole to touch it. He gulped, hard and his arm kept moving near her neck.

He was on the brink of touching it when Nivritti looked at him and said, “there, it’s done. Your head is free.” She smiled at him. He abruptly lowered his arm and avoided looking at her awkwardly.

“Did it hurt?” she inquired, worried.

He looked at her and smiled faintly, “a little.”

“Sorry!”

“No, it’s not your fault. You were just trying to help me,” finally Kyung-Soo smiled at her.

“Okay, now let’s get rid of this dress,” she said and started taking off the heavy dress while simultaneously moving forward to step down from the bench.

But the heavy dress and the slippery satin dress under her feet made her lose her balance and started falling forward over Kyung-Soo. First, her hands landed over his shoulder, one of her feet slipped all the way to the floor, her other foot bent under the pressure, and she lost her balance.

Before Kyung-Soo could understand anything, Nivritti fell over him with all pressure making him move backwards. He immediately wrapped his arms around her trying to lift her, breaking her fall. She tried hard to control herself, but she landed on Kyung-Soo and her lips landed on his.

A current ran through their bodies. Kyung-Soo was dreaming about kissing her and he got his wish. He was kissing her, well, not really. Their lips just touched yet he was happy that happened. On the other hand, the touch fried Nivritti’s brain. She had no idea what to do next. Should she get away from him or remain in that position?

Her flight mode kicked in and abruptly she moved away from Kyung-Soo and stepped backwards urgently. She forgot that the bench was lying in her path. Kyung-Soo too could not understand what she was doing or where she was going. She moved backwards and her path was halted by the bench.

She stumbled again on the bench and sat on the bench with a thud. Her urge to run away was so strong that she immediately crossed over the bench and stood up when she was away from Kyung-Soo. In her urgency to get away from him, she stumbled again and fell on her derriere. Within seconds she stood up and was standing straight before him, but she kept looking in every other direction except at him.

Bewildered, he kept looking at her running away from him. Before he could react or stop her, she fell on the bench, crossed over, fell again, and stood up as if nothing happened to her. With raised eyebrows and stretched lips that showed his clenched teeth, he kept staring at her, concerned.

When finally, she stopped, he asked, “are you alright?”

“Yeah, yeah, I am fine,” she laughed awkwardly.

He slightly lowered his head, looked at her and without speaking a word moved towards her. Taking the shortest distance which involved moving over the bench, he closed the distance between himself and Nivritti.

He moved the lock of the hair dangling over her face and asked, “are you really alright?”

“Oh, yeah!” she replied.

“If you are worried that it was a kiss...” he tried calming her down.

“Worried! Why would I be worried?” her voice tone kept climbing up a notch with every sentence she spoke.

“Ritti!” he insisted.

“I am sorry. I never meant to do that. It just happened,” Nivritti kept fiddling with the fingers.

“You think I don’t know that,” said Kyung-Soo, softly. “And even if you forcefully kiss me, I will be happy,” he teased.

“NK!” shouted Nivritti.

“You know I am kidding, right?” he smiled at her.

“Yeah!” Nivritti lowered her head with shame.

“I think you have a lot of dresses to try so I should go,” said Kyung-Soo.

“Okay.”

“But...” hesitated Kyung-Soo.

“What?” asked Nivritti.

“I want my shirt back,” said Kyung-Soo.

“Ex... excuse me!” she was confused.

“The shirt you are wearing, that is mine. That is what I was wearing,” explained Kyung-Soo.

“Oh!” exclaimed Nivritti. She had no idea what to do with that information. “So, you must... want... it back,” she stammered. She knew if she would take the shirt off, her revealing dress would again become visible.

Now she kept thinking about what she should do. How was she going to return the shirt, she kept pondering over it.