JAY'S POV :
I'm slouched lazily in class, half-dozing through the hum of chatter, while Keifer sits nearby, his eyes scanning the room like he's directing some invisible movie. Yuri's over there, strolling back from the door with a cluster of our classmates, lingering by his desk like he owns the place.
Everything feels predictably boring—until a voice slices through the air like a fireworks explosion.
"JAAAYY!"
It's Alys. She bursted in like a whirlwind, running full-tilt, her face lit up with pure, uncontainable excitement—eyes sparkling, loose hair bouncing, probably fresh from some victory lap outside. God, she's always like this—zero to hyper in seconds. What's got her so pumped today?
"Slow do—"
My warning dies in my throat as her foot snags on… what, a backpack? A rogue chair leg? Doesn't matter. She trips hard, arms flailing like a cartoon character.
"Aaah!"
I bolt up to catch her—instinct kicking in—but I'm way too slow.
She tumbles forward… right into Yuri's path. In one blurry, heroic (or idiotic?) move, he lunges to grab her. Big mistake. They crash together like dominoes, hitting the floor with a thud that echoes off the walls. And oh man—the best/worst part? She lands smack on top of him. Their lips collide. Full-on. It's not some awkward peck; it's a straight-up drama kiss—slow-motion perfect, the kind with sparks and swelling music in your head.
Holy crap, I just got a free live rom-com show. In class. My life is a freaking K-drama script.
The entire section freezes. Mouths drop. Eyes bulge like we're all extras in a bad soap opera.
Alys on top, Yuri pinned beneath her, lips locked for a solid… what, a minute?Two? Time stretched. Their eyelids flutter—then snap open in mutual horror. They yank apart, faces flaming red, like they've been caught red-handed in the ultimate scandal.
"I-um… s-sorry!" Alys stammers, scrambling off him, her hands fluttering like trapped birds.
"It was a mistake! Total accident!" Yuri blurts, sitting up too fast and nearly toppling again.
But nah, no one's buying it. The class snaps out of shock mode and erupts. Teasing rains down like confetti—phones are already out, sneaky pics snapping.
"Ooooh, lovebirds!"
"They kissed! They actually KISSED—like, full drama mode!"
"Accident? Yeah, right—lips don't just 'accidentally' lock like that!"
"Yuri's got moves! Saving the princess with a smooch?"
"Did you see her on top? Power couple alert!"
"Wedding bells, anyone? Alys, when's the proposal?"
Even I can't resist jumping in, grinning like a maniac.
"Yuri, that was smoother than any K-drama lead! You practicing for your audition?"
Laughter explodes louder. Alys's eyes dart around, mortified but fighting a smile.
"I-I should go!" she squeaks, bolting for the door like it's on fire.
But the teasing doesn't quit—it chases her out.
"Run, future Mrs. Yuri!"
"Don't forget the kiss cam at graduation!"
Yuri's face is tomato-red, blush creeping down his neck.
"Shut up, all of you!" he yells, but his voice cracks, which just fuels the fire.
"Yuri, don't forget to invite me to the wedding!" I holler, and the class loses it—whistles, cheers, fake slow-claps.
Someone yells, "First kiss or practice round?"
Another: "Alys tripped into true love—poetic!"
"I hate all of you!" Yuri groans, grabbing his bag and storming out, door slamming behind him.
The room buzzes for minutes after, everyone replaying it like instant legend. Classic. My life's a nonstop drama reel—Yuri and Alys stealing the spotlight now.
It hits me then, unbidden: my own kiss. That memory floods back, hot and electric, making my cheeks burn.
I glance at Keifer. He's watching me, that signature smirk on his face—but softer this time, almost… knowing? Teasing, but with a gentle edge that twists something in my chest.
Does he know? Is he thinking about it too? Oh god, stop. I look away quick, pretending to fiddle with my notebook. Too many dramas in one life. When does my rom-com arc kick in? Or is it already rolling?
(Guys, if you think that Yuri had feelings for Jay before, then no. He didn't. He just saw her as a friend)
YURI'S POV :
Damn! What the hell was that? My fingers trembled as I touched my lips, the ghost of her taste still lingering—soft, sweet, like stolen summer.
My mind looped it in agonizing slow motion: our bodies crashing together, the electric spark of the kiss, her wide emerald eyes locking onto mine, cheeks blooming pink.
God, it hit like lightning. Even I'm burning up, cheeks hot, pulse hammering. I slumped against the cool wall, hand pressed to my mouth, breath ragged.
It started the first day she walked in. Those innocent eyes scanning the room, that shy beautiful smile lighting up her face, just a hint of makeup making her glow. My heart slammed against my ribs like it wanted out.
I felt it then—something deep, undeniable. But she was tough, unyielding, and I still went along with the laxative prank. Why? To break her walls? It was brutal watching her suffer, forcing her out. I didn't want her gone, not really. Keifer shot me that look—we'd been down the love triangle road before, hearts shredded. No repeats. So we did it.
But guilt clawed at me after. Sadness twisted in my gut, disappointment like lead. I shoved it all down, locked it away. Except it never stayed buried. Every glimpse of her—heart racing, skin heating, like fire under my skin.
What is she doing to me?
That restaurant night, I peeled off my shirt on a whim, muscles flexing under the lights, just to catch her eye. To make her want me. Her glare at those giggling girls? Pure possessiveness. It sealed it.
I like her—no, more than like. Can't lie anymore. My eyes drifted shut, her scent still on me. Please, let her feel this too.
ALYS' POV :
God, no, no, no. Why is my heart thundering like a storm? What's this chaos inside me?
I pressed shaky fingers to my lips, the warmth of his mouth still tingling, replaying every second: his strong hand pulling me close, our bodies melting together, the deep, unexpected kiss, his wide eyes stormy with surprise, flustered cheeks dusted red, soft red hair tickling my forehead as we broke apart.
Blush scorched my face; I could feel it radiating. Am I crazy? Maybe crazy in love. I don't even know anymore. I forgot why I was so happy and excited before this.
Truth is, I liked him from the first glance—my heart beat differently around him. Him striding in, red hair catching the light like flames, eyes piercing right through me. My heart flipped to a wild new rhythm, breath catching. Instant. But the laxative prank? Rage exploded in me—betrayal hot and sharp. I wrote it off as stupid teen crush, nothing real. Wrong. Heat surges in me every time he's near, traitorous and intense. His red hair tousled just right, those piercing eyes stripping me bare. I like him. Love him, if I'm honest. Hated him for that prank, though—ignored him, built walls.
But now, he changed. Jay changed him. And I'm slightly jealous because of that. But it's ok. I'm the one who chose to leave. And I regret it. I should've stayed and changed him. But I didn't. That laxative prank got a great affect on me. So, I changed section. But I still wanted to be in that section. To be with. But I don't have any choice anymore. It's too late.
But I still like him. Love him to be exact. And I love him even more that he changed. When he was shirtless. I was literally blushing. He was damn hot. When those girls flirted with him I wanted to kill them. But I didn't. He didn't know yet. I love him. And I wish he feels same.