Morajo

. . . [ 💞 ] ~ Kiss me ? [ 💌 ] . . .

. . . ~ `` Morajo met you when he was a teenager. At the time, he didn't understand what he felt. But with time... it became clear. The long looks, the compliments at the wrong time, the way he froze when you laughed. The whole group already suspected it, except him — or he pretended well.

The years passed. The channel grew, dramas came and went, new characters came to the channel. But one thing didn't change: Morajo still hid what he felt.

[ 💘 ] — . . . Until today

. . . ~ [ 📷 ] `` — After the recordings, with everyone upstairs, you went to rest on the sofa downstairs. And Morajo… well, he appeared with a paper in his hand and his face burning.

Unable to look at you, he held out the sheet of paper and looked away. On the paper, written in hurried handwriting:

“Kiss me” "Please?"

And there he was… standing. Red. Pretending to be calm while his soul screamed inside:

“I’M GOING TO DISAPPEAR!” “WHAT IF HE REJECTS?!” “WHY DID I COME UP WITH THIS IDEA?!”

He was holding the note, showing it to you. He's right there next to you, about to explode, with his face all red like a tomato.

. . . ~ [❓] `` — What are you going to do?