What am I doing with my life?

I don't really know...

Well, at least I know that I'm currently sitting on a park bench, and licking my Rocky Road, while Kris rocks back and forth, playfully spooning his lemon sorbet.
It's a peaceful afternoon, and the sun has left behind some pretty pink stripes in the sky.
I lean my head back, and close my eyes, while savouring the delicious flavor in my mouth, a tad longer than I should.
Kris gets up and throws the empty plastic ice-cream bowl in the nearby trashcan, before coming and plopping straight next to my side. He curls his right arm over my shoulders, and looks up at the sky dreamily, with a calm smile.
I jump a little from the sudden closeness, but don't try to push him away.
I just continue ravaging my ice-cream scoop, while letting Kris enjoy the sky that he looks so interested in.
I'm afraid that...I'm getting used to him.
His playfulness. His warmth. His smile.
And I don't know if I can go on without him....
True, I pretend that I hate it everytime he shows up in random places, acting like a creepy stalker...but in reality...
I actually wish that he appears from somewhere to brighten my mood, like he usually does.
I start crunching down on the ice-cream cone, now finding myself staring at the beautiful, pinks, purples and dark blues, that are painting the sky, as well.
But within 2 minutes, the last piece of the cone has slided down my throat, and dropped into the bottomless pit, that is me.
I sigh in satisfaction, and plaster a lazy smile on my face.
But it soon turns into an awkward one, when I spot two brown orbs staring at the side of my face, with the corner of my left eye.
I slowly turn around to collide with a grinning Kris.
I gulp.
"Umm...you got some ice-cream over there..." He chuckles while pointing with his index finger, at...some part of my face.
I frantically start to scrub at my face with the palms of my hands, hoping to get the chocolatey mess out of the way.
My face gets hot, but I can't figure out if it's because of the friction coming from my palms, or the fact that I'm blushing like a 5-year-old.
I turn to him after some rubbing and ask, "Is it gone?"
He chuckles, and while he does, I get a glimpse of his snowy-white teeth, between his slightly parted lips.
I burn even more with that action.
He shakes his head, and reaches over to my right cheek with his right hand.
"Let me get it...close your eyes..."
I do as told, wanting the ice-cream smudge to be gone from my face.
I'm not sure why I listened to him...
I just did.
I have complete trust in him.

Big mistake.

At first he starts to rub at the bottom of my cheek, but soon, he's completely cupping my cheek with his warm hand.
I shudder a little but keep my eyes closed.
Maybe he found another ice-cream smudge.
"...you got some here too...." His voice has a more erotic tone now.
See...I knew he found another smudge.
I wait anxiously for his fingers to rub another part of my face already...
But instead...

I get a sweet and slow lick, right across the one corner of my mouth to the other.

Kris....
I snap my eyelids open, and gasp at him, before giving him a light slap on his left cheek.
He holds his pink cheek with his hand and looks at me with suprised eyes.
"What'd you do that for?" His voice cracks slightly from hurt.
I huff and get up from the bench, walking a couple feet away from him, maintaining my pissed off face perfectly.
I cross my arms and keep my back to him.
After a couple deep breaths, I turn my head, and give him a mocking look with two raised eyebrows.
"I did that because...you didn't warn me or anything...and that was a bit too...bad for me. I could've had a heart attack right then and there."
My voice is calm, but irritated.
He just looks up at me from his seat on the bench, with a slowly growing smirk.
"Ok...sorry..." He gets up, and strolls over to my side. "I'll warn you next time. Now...lets go home, eh?"
I keep my pout, but nod, and follow him down the rock pathway, that has pretty pink and blue flowers along the sides.
What does he mean by, 'next time'?
"...and one more word of advice," I turn to him this time, and with my cheeky smirk back, say, "people usually use their hands or a napkin to wipe their mouths...not other peoples tongues..." And ending it with a sigh, turn back to the pathway and walk to the door of the big, freshly-waxed, black van.
We so convinientely parked it close to the where the pathway ends.
Kris stops in his tracks and chuckles as he looks at me waiting for him to unlock the car.
"But..." He runs up straight in front of me and pushes me gently with his arms, so that my back cements right onto the van's door.
I feel his hot breath, lingering on the bridge of my nose, and manage to turn maroon, just before he continues,
"That takes away, all of the fun...right?" He licks his lips when he's done.
I gulp about three times in a row, and try to push him off my chest, while whimpering,
"Now...come on...I need to get back, Kris. The guys will be looking for me, and I'm leaving tomorrow...I'll see you soon right?"
Kris lets out a breathy laugh, and nods. He unglues his chest from mine, and releases me from the cold van door's grip.
I let out the most relieved sigh ever, and climb into the van, while he sits on the driver's seat.
He's chuckling and he hasn't stopped smiling, one bit.
And I swear...I think I heard him mumble,

"Sooner than you think..."

But, it was probably from all that blood rushing to my head.

---

Today's the day.
I'm leaving my buddies.
VIXX.
These boys were and are so sweet to me, that I cried before we even got to saying our farewells.
I hugged and kissed each members, with tears and the fear of never seeing each other again...
Especially Leo...
I swear.
That boy was crying buckets before I even got to him.
Like, from 2 hours ago, maybe even since yesterday.
Seriously, that's how long I think he was crying.
I cupped both his watery cheeks and kissed his forehead, before whispering,
"It's ok Leo...please don't cry...I'm sure we'll see each other again some day...you'll see. I promise."
He looks at me with big, faithful and teary black eyes.
He wants to believe in me.
So do I.
"R-Really...? P...P-Promise?" His voice is trembling just as much as his body.
I can't help myself.
I pull him into a tight and loving hug.

"Of course...I promise." I pull away, and look him right in his eyes, while wiping the moisture away from his cheeks.
He shyly nods, while chuckling, accompanied with an equally shy smile.
The tears are still there though...
I give him a last wink and turn around just in time to see that familiar black van, skid down the road to the front of the building, waiting for me to step foot inside of it, as if that's what it needs to start up again.
Which it pretty much is.
I pick up my bags, give a sniff, and walk up to the van's door.
While wiping away the tear-lines going down my cheekbones, I turn around, and give a last wave goodbye, before getting in the van.
The members wave back and blow kisses at me.
In their own goofy, but cute way...
Uh...I'm gonna sure as hell miss them.
I slam the door shut, and hear the engine start up.
The members begin to eventually dissapear, and turn into tiny little specks, that hide behind Seoul's business offices and towers.
I sigh and stop waving, when I'm sure that I can't see them anymore.
I sniff, and look down at my palms, watching the tears, glide down my face, and eventually hang off the edge of my chin, before taking the plunge straight onto my jeans.
I'm so gonna miss them...
A bit too much...
I see a white thing swaying around, with the edge of my vision.
I unstick my eyes from my palms, and look up to blurrily see...

The chauffeur holding out a tissue for me.

He's smiling.

I notice he's a different chauffeur than the usual.
I like his smile, but I can't see his face, on account that it's hidden under a black snap-back hat.
A total style contrast to his classic black suit.
I gingerely take it from him, and whisper a 'thank you', not wanting to let out my voice, fearing it might sound like a croaky frog, from all that crying. I wipe my cheeks and blow my nose as quietly as possible.
When I've slightly calmed down, I decide to stare at the chauffeur for entertainment.
And not because I'm a creepy alien or something that likes to creep people out, but because...
He reminds of someone.
Someone I know well...
I try to shake the thought from my head, but, the more I look at him, the more I get convinced.

His smile.

His neck.

His chin.

His figure.

Hell, even his hands...

Remind me so much of..



Kris.


But, naaaaaah!!!

Notes

What do you guys think is really goin on? I hope you all have an awesome weekend, and until we meet again, ANNYEONG~! x3 *throws roses and unicorns*