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"Nayeon must be dating by now. I remember how many people were after her when we were still in school."
Momo's eyes were trained on her glass as everyone around the table talked. She was dedicated to focusing on the white fizz above the deep amber colored ale and the beads of water that would trickle down the outside of the cold glass. Anything to convincingly pretend that she wasn't that interested in the conversation taking place.
"Must be. It would be impossible, wouldn't it?"
She felt uncomfortable sandwiched between Chaeyoung and Jihyo and had to stop herself more than once from getting up and leaving the table altogether. Why didn't they let her sit next to Nayeon instead? Furthermore, why did she even agree to go? As if she felt Momo think of her, Nayeon's eyes landed on her from across the table. Momo had been staring throughout their meal and drinks, she couldn't really help it, but every time Nayeon returned her gaze and their eyes met, Momo would look away with flushed cheeks. Now, Nayeon had locked eyes with her yet again, a slight tilt of her head and smile on her lips while she waited for Momo to get bashful...yet again. It was a familiar look, one that drove Momo crazy since the first time she saw it. She ended up looking away.
Their old school friends had set this up - a Friday night where they'd get together and go over past times with some of the girls of their graduating year, and Momo was well aware she had only made the invitation list because of Nayeon. She looked to the older girl again, unsure of when her eyes had started to stare passed her while she was deep in thought - the blonde looked away first that time when she received an impatient nudge to the side from Jeongyeon.
Momo's eyes drifted to Nayeon's mouth when she began to speak. She watched each word leave her pretty pink lips. Oh, so that's why I agreed to go. To find out if Nayeon was-
"Dating?" Nayeon had smiled a little and drank some of her own beer. She was still on her first glass while everyone else, including Momo, had ordered thirds and fourths throughout their dinner. Momo looked around as the girls grunted in disapproval at the lack of information - because, surely, Nayeon had to be holding back. She was easily the prettiest one in their graduating year, and if you asked Momo, she was the prettiest in the whole school, so she must've been dating. Right? Like they said, it wouldn't be possible for her not to be. But Nayeon laughed them off. "Sorry to disappoint. I'm still as single as I was back in high school."
Jihyo, the only girl that seemed to not want to exclude Momo, raised her eyebrows and shot her a look of disbelief while the other girls looked just as skeptical. Momo had been too busy being relieved to notice at first.
"You know the truth, right Momo? Tell us what your dear best friend is holding back on."
My dear best friend...? Ah, right, it was like that wasn't it? Who had she been trying to fool? Those weren't their friends, those were Nayeon's friends. Momo only mattered whenever Nayeon was around, she was only visible when the topic was about her best friend. She still knew Nayeon best, right? She should've known who Nayeon was fucking.
The other girls looked at her expectantly, more than keen on her answer.
She moved her fingers down the glass to erase the fresh set of beaded water that covered it, lowered her head and looked at Nayeon under a thin fray of dark bangs that had gotten too long again.
Nayeon drank her beer coolly, as if she wasn't the topic of the conversation. Then again, Momo thought, she must be used to it by now, right? Nayeon was always the center of attention after all.
Would Momo know if she was holding back on something? They were best friends since they started school, but somehow Momo always felt a couple feet away from her, even if she felt naked whenever Nayeon looked at her, Nayeon never seemed to bare her soul to her in the same way. Was that fair? That there was a clear imbalance. Momo felt it whenever Nayeon would give her that look - a look that only Momo got, lowered eyes, soft, a bit of a smile on her pretty pink lips and that small tilt of her head - when she gave that look, Momo felt herself being unfairly pulled towards her. As if she wasn't strong enough to pull back on her own end, a pointless tug of war.
Nayeon smiled behind her glass of beer while Momo answered.
"She's telling the truth, I think. Either way we'll just have to believe her."
The girls laughed at that and Momo allowed a smile onto her face, relieved that she managed to survive her five seconds of the spotlight, but also saddened by the fact that she truly couldn't be sure. Nayeon knew everything about her, every sordid detail that she couldn't help but tell her. But that was normal, right? They were best friends. She met eyes with the blonde again. There was another unspoken conversation between them, one that Momo followed effortlessly. You see, when Nayeon flickered her eyes between Momo and Chaeyoung, that simply meant: are you okay being here? And after Momo nodded and Nayeon looked towards Momo's empty glass, that was another way of asking: are you too drunk? That one was accompanied by a smirk and a raise of her eyebrows. Momo smiled a little wider and shook her head again. It was the truth. She felt like she hadn't drank at all. Satisfied by Momo's silent responses, Nayeon nodded her head and turned back to Mina.
They all stood outside of the restaurant after, all seven of them that were left were under a lamp post and they managed to still not run out of conversation. Momo thought it might've been thanks to the alcohol that they didn't get bored of retelling the same stories from their younger years. She wasn't apart of any of the stories they told. Nayeon was the lead in every single one. She didn't mind. She had more stories with Nayeon than all of them put together.
Chaeyoung had a cigarette between her lips while she laughed at something someone said, Momo was in the middle of her own conversation with Nayeon and Jihyo, but managed to catch her name at the end of it and when they met eyes, the shorter girl explained the what had been so funny.
"Jeong was just saying how ironic it is, that you two were the only ones to really keep in contact the way you have." She tapped the side of her cigarette and the ash disappeared in the night air before it even properly reached the cobblestone pavement. "You know? The wallflower and the most popular girl."
Of course it was funny. Momo thought it was funny herself. When Nayeon first talked to her, Momo assumed it would've been the last time.
She remembered sitting at her assigned seat on the first day of school, head down in a book while her classmates got to know each other before class started officially. Even back then, Nayeon was beautiful, and the room seemed to fall silent when she walked in with her neat pigtails and glossy eyes. The chair next to hers had been pulled out as Nayeon sat and gave her a brief nod, Momo was used to being invisible, but Nayeon had seen her. It wasn't long until people were gravitating towards their shared desk, sitting on it with their backs to Momo as they asked Nayeon all sorts of things. Back to being invisible to her peers, except for one, because every now and then, she'd look across to find Nayeon already looking at her. She'd look away immediately after.
The next week, Momo stood at one of the snack machines during lunch. Maybe she was staring too intensely at the twelve options that were there and didn't take enough note of her surroundings, but a hand reached out suddenly and placed a crisp bill into the slot before pushing a button.
She knew who it was just from the two black pigtails she saw when the girl bent down to retrieve the snack.
"Here." Nayeon held the package out to her. "You like this, right? You got it last time."
Before Momo could even say a thank you, Nayeon spun on her heel and was off down the hallway towards the lunch room.
Mina laughed to ease the small bit of tension that had settled over the group after the blunt remark. She looked hesitantly towards Momo and tried to explain.
"Excuse her, we've all had a lot to drink."
Momo waved her off. "It's fine, really. I'm still that way in all honesty." That part wasn't true at all. Momo had grown up since high school, considerably so too. Without Nayeon by her side, being all too radiant and casting a shadow on her own presence, Momo had learned to shine on her own.
"Even so, I wish we gave you more of a chance back in school, I really enjoyed tonight." Jihyo smiled earnestly at her. "Mind if we exchange numbers? I'm going to steal you away from Nayeon sometimes, I'm determined to." She smiled teasingly and Momo smiled back. Her eyes met Nayeon's while she handed Jihyo her phone. The older girl was leaned against the lamp post now, in front of her and no longer by her side, the bright yellow light shone down on her as she tilted her head at Momo and eyed the phone in her hand. What does that look mean, Nayeon? …And why are you still so pretty after all this time?
"As long as it's only sometimes, Hyo." Nayeon winked, then her eyes moved back to Chaeyoung and they resumed their conversation.
"Never thought I'd have to ask for permission..." Jihyo muttered before she returned Momo's phone. "Stay in touch, I'm going to take off now. Is anyone going my way? We can go together."
Mina and Dahyun nodded and all three of them staggered off into the night after exchanging their goodbyes with the remainder of the group.
Momo watched with her hands in the fronts of her pockets as Nayeon talked with Chaeyoung and Jeongyeon. She paid close attention to the way Jeongyeon eyed Nayeon up and down more than once. Wondered if Nayeon noticed or if she was still immune to being ogled.
"Are you giving me the silent treatment, Momo?" A few days before Nayeon's seventeenth birthday, the older girl had joined Momo in an empty classroom after school. She should've known when Nayeon offered to stay back to help erase the board that there was an ulterior motive. Not that Nayeon wasn't a helpful person, but Momo had never seen her offer it so quickly before.
Momo loosened her tie before she picked up the chalk-filled eraser and shook her head.
Nayeon tilted her head at her and Momo watched her sit on one of the desks.
"So you didn't see me wave at you to sit by me during lunch?"
Momo turned to face the board with a shrug of her shoulders and dragged the black eraser across it in a clean swipe. She was being childish, she knew that, but her feelings were confusing at that time and she had no idea what to do with them. Yeah, she had always stared a little too long at Nayeon, and yeah, she had always sought out Nayeon's approval on almost everything she did since their uncanny friendship had started - but why had her eyes started to drift to Nayeon's pink lips more? And why did she catch Jeongyeon's own eyes doing the same? Why did she hate it so much when Nayeon gave her any attention at all? There were too many questions bumbling around in her head that she didn't necessarily want the answers to.
"Momo… This is the silent treatment. It's been forever since you talked to me." Three hours. "What did I do?"
You're too pretty, Nayeon. She heard the sound of Nayeon's footsteps approach her. What am I supposed to do when I don't want to want you but I don't like when someone else likes you, too? Nayeon's hands encircled Momo's waist, and she rested her chin on her shoulder. Her hand stopped mid-swipe across the row of equations on the board, frozen in place as soon as Nayeon's next words met her ear.
"Are you jealous, Momo?"
She remembered how frantic she was after that, four words and Momo felt her ears burn unpleasantly and her stomach lurch as if she had suddenly been pushed off the edge of a cliff.
"Am I not spending enough time with you? You know you're my best friend. We can have lunch together from now on instead, just us."
Momo's heart calmed back down and she felt the prickling sensation on her arms slowly disappear. She breathed out in relief, reassured that Nayeon hadn't caught onto her excessive, non-platonic staring.
Nayeon hugged her a little tighter.
"Talk to me." She kept squeezing. "Or I won't let go."
Momo smiled and a laugh soon left her lips at how persistent Nayeon could be.
"Okay, okay, I'll talk." She coughed dramatically when Nayeon had finally released her. "You don't have to spend all your time with me, I just know they don't like me. It makes it awkward for me when we eat together."
Her friend frowned, hands on her hips.
"Well if they don't like you, I don't like them."
"Don't say that," Momo laughed again at the sincerity in her eyes. Her best friend wasn't anything like what people at school probably thought of her as. "Your friends don't have to like me. It's not a big deal." She saw that Nayeon was about to argue that fact, so she kept talking. "All that matters is that you like me, right? That we're best friends."
Nayeon looked reluctant to drop it that easily, but she nodded her head.
"We are." She came closer. The younger girl felt her pulse quicken again, her body was so annoyingly responsive to any and everything Nayeon did.
Momo looked up at her - when did Nayeon outgrow her? Just yesterday she was shorter, with her cute pigtails and her steely expression. Over the years she had ditched the pigtails for a just as neat ponytail, not a hair out of place or in her face, and she had put a few inches of height on Momo. Barely even that, but enough for Momo to notice. Her expression wasn't cold anymore - or maybe it was but Momo was too used to the playfulness in her eyes when they were together.
"So, you were avoiding me?" Nayeon smiled knowingly and placed her hands on Momo's tie, she ran them along the length of it slowly, and stared at it as if it was too interesting to look away from. Momo stared down at it too. "It's my birthday soon. Were you going to ignore me on my birthday?"
"I wasn't..." Momo mumbled it, partly because it was always useless to try to lie to Nayeon and partly because with Nayeon so close to her, she couldn't help but be flustered. She felt wrong for being so affected by her best friend, felt bad for picturing herself kissing Nayeon whenever she saw couples kissing. Guilty whenever Nayeon would smile at her, ignorant to the fact that moments before, Momo had been picturing all the places on her body she wanted to place her lips upon. "I'd never miss your birthday. You know that."
She looked up to see Nayeon smile softly at the cloth.
"I know, Momo." She slowly began to fix the tie in her hands, until it was restored it to its morning condition. "What are you getting me?"
"I can't tell you."
Nayeon brushed her hands down the plaid cloth, then along Momo's shoulder's. Across the white uniform top that was tucked neatly into their matching skirts. She could feel her heartbeat then, could feel her ears grow hot - like when you've been in the sun too long on an empty stomach, nothing but a hot burn that traveled down her neck and made her feel too weak to stand. Nayeon smelt nice, her voice was the softest Momo had ever heard it and her eyes were as delicate as ever - but her touch was still the worse form of torture Momo could imagine.
She couldn't breathe with Nayeon so close.
"I have a special request then. You can't say no either." Nayeon finally met her eyes. "Unless you want to."
Momo would've done anything she asked, Nayeon knew that.
"A special present?"
Nayeon nodded.
"It'll make it easier for you to to sit around Jeongyeon. So in a way, it's a present for both of us." Nayeon's hands had settled on her shoulders. It was the first time Momo had seen Nayeon's cheeks flush pink. For some reason it made her even more nervous and excited. "Kiss me." Momo felt her heart stop completely. "Only people really close to each other kiss."
Momo was stunned. Nayeon had leaned closer after a few moments, ignorant to the fact that she had stolen any words Momo had and that all she could manage was a nod. The last thing she saw before their lips connected, was Nayeon's small smile.
As Momo thought back, she wondered if Nayeon had known about her crush and was trying to make her happy to soothe her jealousy.
She watched Jeongyeon side hug Nayeon and they both laughed at whatever was said. With Jihyo gone, and the drinks worn off, Momo started to feel the chill from the night. She scratched her cheek lightly as the wind bit at it.
"We could keep the party going." Jeongyeon said, to which Chaeyoung readily agreed. Momo was right next to them but none of their eyes or heads turned to her. Except for Nayeon's. The older girl studied her for a few seconds before she turned back to the pair. Momo pulled her phone back out to call for a taxi and silently listened to see what Nayeon would decide. What did she want Nayeon to say? Did she also want Nayeon to seek her permission? She smiled at the thought. Hadn't she been selfish enough with Nayeon throughout the years? So why didn't it feel like enough yet? And how close are we now, Nayeon?
"I'm tired." Nayeon's answer seemed to upset both of the other girls. They bickered back and forth for a few minutes, trying to persuade Nayeon to stay out longer.
Nayeon was so nice. So calm. Magnetic enough that her no's felt like easy letdowns that wouldn't deter you from asking again in the future, with Nayeon you'd always come back for more.
An arm slipped into Momo's when the girls had left.
"Home?"
Momo looked at her. Straight blonde hair fell behind her shoulders, even the windy night couldn't persuade it to disobey Nayeon's orders and each strand stayed perfectly in place behind her ears. The streets were oddly empty for the day and time, but Momo had no complaints. Less traffic. Shorter ride home.
"Are you coming with me?"
Nayeon leaned into her side. Everyone else was always all over Nayeon, they always clung to her and she never returned their warmth with her own. Momo had noticed it quickly and was always afraid of being one of those people that hugged her constantly, or brushed hands with her too often. It was so obvious they did it on purpose, you know? It was obvious they just wanted to touch Nayeon and steal her warmth.
"Yeah." The blonde looked up at her. "You mind?"
Such a stupid question.
"Stay the night."
Nayeon smiled and looked back at the road.
"Always have."
When the car came, Momo opened the door and let Nayeon slide in first. They rode in silence with lights from other cars or overhead lamps reflecting on the glass.
In the darkness of the cab, Nayeon's hand found hers in the middle seat and she clasped it.
"Was it boring?"
Nayeon said she'd only go to the outing if Momo agreed to go. Said she couldn't sit through it alone. Momo knew that she could've, but it was always that Nayeon didn't want to.
"Not boring."
Her heart still sped up in those moments. She still felt as though she was in an area way too small, too compressed. Over the years, she had taught herself how to breathe around Nayeon, how to inhale and exhale slowly so that just being around her didn't steal the air from her lungs. How to look at Nayeon and not feel like the world had stopped for them, even if she firmly believed it did sometimes.
Like then, when Nayeon squeezed her hand until they met eyes again.
"Did it work after all this time?" She smiled in a teasing way. "Even when she hugged me, did you remember who was most important to me?"
She never found it weird before then, but now, in the dark of the taxi with Nayeon right beside her, she realized that Nayeon had specifically mentioned Jeongyeon instead of all of her friends in general. Did she know? They had never kissed after that one time in the classroom. Never even mentioned it again after that. Momo assumed it was to be forgotten, so she let Nayeon forget. She pretended to have to think about what Nayeon was talking about so she didn't make it obvious that she thought about it almost every day since. That would've been pathetic.
"Oh, that." Momo looked away. Her eyes landed on the back of the taxi driver's head, who tapped his fingers on the steering wheel in tune with the gentle rhythm of the song that played on the radio. "It's fine. I'm not the same high schooler who was stingy with the one friend she had."
"Stingy? I never saw it that way. Is that how it was?"
How did Nayeon see it then? She squeezed her hand again, but that time Momo couldn't look back. It would've been impossible to lie to Nayeon if she had.
"Must've been."
"H-mm."
Nayeon didn't let her hand go for the whole ride.
Momo stared at herself in the mirror while she brushed her teeth. Nayeon was in the shower behind her singing a familiar song that had been around since they were still teens. She moved her eyes to the left in the mirror, where the reflection of the shower was and a faint outline of Nayeon's body could be seen through the sheer shower curtain.
"Do you remember that song?" Nayeon spoke over the spray of water and it reminded Momo that there was a toothbrush frozen in her mouth and that she should probably try harder to look like she was still brushing her teeth. "I haven't listened to it in years but I still sing it at least once a month."
"Of course you do, you used to be obsessed with it." She rinsed her mouth out and thought about anything that could prolong her stay in the bathroom with Nayeon, but she had gone through her entire nightly routine and had no reason to stick around. It was probably for the best, peeking at her best friend wasn't good for her morally or physically. "I'm going to bed."
"Okay, night."
Momo was still awake when the light in the bathroom was switched off and she heard Nayeon slip under the covers. She stifled a laugh at how slowly Nayeon moved around in the bed, careful not to wake her. It was silent for a few moments until a hand wrapped around her waist and she felt Nayeon's body press against hers.
"I know you're awake. Your heart sped up." Nayeon's words met the back of her neck and Momo felt her cheeks warm up.
"Only because you startled me." Another lie, but what else could she do? She had came way too far with Nayeon to end up losing her over misplaced feelings.
"I can't sleep."
"You didn't even try to yet."
"Okay, I don't want to sleep." Nayeon's fingers drew invisible patterns onto the front of Momo's t-shirt, silently redesigning it. "Let's talk."
Momo moved her eyes away from the pale fingers on her stomach and checked the time on her alarm clock. 2:23 flashed in bright green and she groaned.
"It's late. Go to sleep."
She felt Nayeon shake her head.
"I haven't seen you in forever." Three days. "Your new friends keep you too busy."
"Also, you know, school?" Momo laughed. "I invited you to go out with us."
"The library isn't going out, Momo." She paused for a moment before continuing. "Besides, I don't want to hang out with them. I want to hang out with you."
"Haven't you had enough of me by now?"
The question went unanswered for a while and Momo was afraid that she hurt Nayeon's feelings. She turned in her arms so they could face each other.
There was hardly any light in her bedroom, but she could make out Nayeon's eyes and the tip of her cheek.
"That makes it sound like you're the one who's had enough of me." The blonde said softly.
So ridiculous... Nayeon was so pretty, had so many friends and admirers, and yet she was scared to lose someone as simple as Momo.
She shook her head.
"That's not what I meant."
"Maybe I'm the stingy one."
Momo laughed. That was how ridiculous it seemed to her.
"Shut up."
Nayeon didn't join in on the laughter, but that didn't stop the grin that had spread onto Momo's face. Nayeon was so pretty... even when she frowned and pouted her lips.
"Is it funny?"
"A little."
Nayeon pulled her arm away from Momo and instead used it to prop her head up while she stared down at her. A slender finger reached out to Momo's bangs, and gently, Nayeon had moved some of the longer pieces out of her eyes.
"H-mm." The blonde incorporated her other fingers and used them to softly go through Momo's hair until they reached the very ends, and then she'd start all over again with a new section. She seemed transfixed with the way the dark strands fell against the peach colored sheets. The only sounds to be heard for a while came from outside of Momo's opened window. She almost fell asleep with how softly Nayeon's hands glided through her hair, but the older girl spoke again eventually. "They still have it wrong, you know." She said. "Everyone used to say all you did was follow me around, but I was the one always hoping you were still behind me."
"You could've just gotten a puppy. They're softer and more playful."
Nayeon brushed her knuckles against Momo's cheek lightly.
"I don't know about softer but I definitely wouldn't have been able to take a puppy to school."
Momo rolled her eyes to hide how flustered she got from the simple touch.
"And, you were never like a pet to me. I mean it when I say they have the roles confused." Nayeon met her eyes. "You've always been the most important person to me, since the day I met you," she paused before continuing, "I'd go by the classrooms trying to find you sometimes and see you eating lunch alone. I always wanted to be the one you ate with. Talked to."
Momo frowned.
"Why? I was a wallflower, Chaeyoung was right."
"Forget Chaeyoung. And Jeongyeon. All of them, they're wrong." She sounded so earnest that it forced Momo to open her eyes to look at her. Nayeon smiled a little and, for what was probably the first time ever, looked away abashedly. "Forget Jihyo too."
She laughed. "Hyo was the only one being nice to me. We can exclude her from the list of possible mutual enemies."
Nayeon twirled her finger around some more strands.
"She likes you, you know."
"I'd hope so."
"No, like really likes you. She has a crush. When I went to the bathroom she followed me to ask if you were seeing anyone. Asked if I would mind if she asked you out."
Momo's smile turned to a completely mystified one. Jihyo liked her? Maybe Nayeon had misinterpreted something.
"We only exchanged numbers."
Nayeon rolled her eyes.
"She's probably waiting until she's completely sober to text you and ask."
Momo focused on something else.
"Why would you mind anyway? Is there a best friend law against dating each other's friends?"
Nayeon's hands stopped in her hair.
"So, you would date her?"
"What? No. It was just a question. I'll take that as a yes."
"No, there isn't one, but," the blonde ran her index finger down Momo's face. "I'm stingy. Seeing her look at you all night with hearts in her eyes just...well, honestly, it pissed me off at first. Then I wasn't only mad at her, but mad at myself for waiting so long just because I was scared of your reaction."
"All of these emotions in the span of dinner and a taxi ride?"
Nayeon had bitten her lip to prevent a smile from spreading across her face. She placed her palm against Momo's cheek and used her thumb to gently go over it.
"You're such a pain to confess to. But it's nothing I didn't expect." She met Momo's eyes in the almost fully dark room.
"I thought you only had one glass of beer."
"I'll allow one more joke, then you have to take me seriously."
I'm too scared to take it seriously. Momo placed her hand over the one Nayeon had against her face.
"I make jokes when I'm nervous."
Nayeon nodded. "I know, that's why I gave you a chance to get it out of your system."
"And after strike three?"
The blonde's eyes lowered to Momo's lips.
"After strike three, I kiss you."
"I didn't accept the confession."
"If it's a no, the kiss will change your mind anyway."
Momo laughed. A laugh that was filled with disbelief, happiness and a good set of nerves.
"If that's a joke, you have two-"
Nayeon's lips cut her off. Soft lips were over her own, unmoving but so warm against her. She felt as if she might melt down and seep into the sheets.
It only lasted a few moments and then the older girl pulled away to stare at Momo's face, seemingly looking for any sign that she had made a mistake. There was enough moonlight for them to have another silent conversation. Nayeon raised her eyebrows and her bottom lip became trapped between her teeth: was that okay? Momo nodded slowly, a barely there movement but Nayeon smiled nonetheless. This was the second time ever that Momo had seen her blush. The older girl licked her lips and tilted her head, Momo felt like she was under a spell...: can I kiss you again? And that time Momo was the one that brought a hand to the back of her head to bring their lips closer together.
Nayeon tasted sweet, sweeter than anything she might've imagined from the moment they met. Those pretty pink lips were finally on her, after years of wishing, wanting, dreaming. She pulled Nayeon even closer towards her and heard the older girl give out a small groan from the back of her throat. Both of Nayeon's hands cupped her face, while Momo's own hands went down to Nayeon's hips in order to coerce the blonde to get on top of her. It didn't take much for Nayeon to follow her unspoken orders, she swung a leg over Momo's body so either thigh enclosed her, without breaking their kiss. Nayeon's right hand drifted from Momo's cheek, slowly down to the base of her neck where she flattened her palm against it.
"Momo." Nayeon redirected her kisses to the other girl's cheek.
"H-mm?"
"Do you like me yet? Or should I kiss you some more."
Momo smiled as she felt her heart beat wildly, her pulse way too fast to be considered healthy or safe. Nayeon might be the death of her.
"More."
She felt Nayeon smile against her neck, then their lips met again. A kiss as short as the first. Momo still had her eyes closed when Nayeon pulled back.
"And now?"
"One more."
"You're ridiculous." She huffed but still leaned down again for a kiss. Her hand squeezed on Momo's jaw until she parted her lips, and Nayeon snuck her tongue passed them to deepen the kiss. Momo's stomach started to fill with even more butterflies as Nayeon tilted her head expertly, their noses brushing against each other briefly and the blonde teasingly dropping her hips before once again hovering over her.
"Nayeon."
Said girl smiled against her lips. "H-mm?"
"I've always liked you."
Momo opened her eyes and half a second later, Nayeon opened hers as well. The third time ever that she'd seen Nayeon blush. She wondered when she would stop counting, maybe when it got to double digits? She'd just see how much she could make it happen.
They were both smiling when Nayeon kissed her again.