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He's pretty.
Was the first thought that pop up on my mind while staring at our sleeping leader for the past few minutes. He's sitting in a slouch position, with his arms crossed used as a pillow for his cheek, while his face facing towards my direction. A brown table is just the thing that's been holding the sleeping figure beside me.
It was only the two of us here in the studio, the other three went already at their home and condos. It was pretty dark because all the lights are turned off already, the only light source was the moon, reflecting the sun's light to the studio's window pane. It also kissed our leader's hair, making the black-blonde hair with a tint of glowing blue color.
I moved a bit of his blonde hair strands away from his face and tuck it in gently behind his ear, because some of it are almost close to his mouth. It sounds creepy, even for me, that I've been just looking and memorizing every bit of his face. From his bushy eyebrows, long lashes, little button nose, cute mole and...
I felt a little bit of blood rush up from my cheeks as I thought of his cherry, plump lips. If only you know, I'm just controlling myself to avert my eyes away from his lips, because I don't know what I might do if I stare at it any longer, but sometimes my eyes can't help when it keeps on coming back there.
I tried looking away at his lips and just focused on his breathing. His torso, slowly going up and down. A small smile crept on my face, anything he does, I really find it cute.
My smile then slowly dropped into a frown.
This is bad, I really, really, really like him.
I wasn't even supposed to be in this room, in his room. I was just knocking an hour ago, asking if he needs any assistance, when I waited for a few minutes and he still didn't answered. I turned the doorknob and opened his door with a bit of worry. I sighed in relief when I saw him sleeping, his crossed arms as a support for his head, just like a pillow. I wasn't supposed to go in, without a permission to if I may add. I didn't noticed my feet walking softly, and then sat down in an indian position besides the sleeping figure.
And even If I'm in any situation, with him alone. I shouldn't be feeling this way towards our leader.
I didn't even know when and where this.. feelings, all started. Where I get all anxious and my hands are sweaty around him, or when my heart starts thumphing loudly, silently praying he doesn't hear it. And the way I look at him...
Oh god, the way I look at him. I don't see it myself, and I thought I was good at hiding and pretending, but...
I blush a bit and nervousness rise whenever I'm looking at some of our pictures, just the two of us. My eyes there looked at him as if I'm a lovesick fool, as If I'm asking a desprate plea to also look at me with the same loving eyes, as If.. he's so near yet also far out of my reach.
I immediently shooked of my thoughts. Now, I'm smiling ridiculously to myself as I examine his soft, beautiful features over and over.
My body automatically moved, copying our leaders sleeping position, my cheek resting on my arms as I face him.
The silence inside the room was loud, but I focused at my heartbeat, thumping loudly against my chest. Our faces just inches away from each other, I could almost feel his breath. Almost.
My lips opened without warning,
"I like you."
I said, softly, and barely a whisper.
I don't have any plans confessing, so this is the closest way I could pour my feelings out to him.
And with that, my heavy eyelids starts to close as I felt the lashes brush across my skin. A smile still plastered on my face, and my racing heartbeat still being heard on my chest.