Geto Confessed to Me

I never expected my first-ever confession and smooch to happen at the same time.

Well, that probably doesn't count as a first kiss... Right, it doesn't. (Objections overruled.)

Because in TV dramas, a first kiss has to come with roses and fireworks.

I looked up at my brand-new boyfriend, seeking his approval.

Jie: You're right. That doesn't count.

Then he leaned down and smooched me again.

Jie: I don't think that counts either. How about next time?

Me: Okaaay.

Something felt off, but what he said made sense.

I stressed seriously: Flowers and fireworks, both are essential.

My boyfriend smiled and nodded, promising to make it happen next time.

Yep, I was satisfied.

Then I started worrying about all sorts of things again. If we went to different schools after graduation, would we have a long-distance relationship? I couldn't cook, I was only so-so at cleaning, and I had no idea how to plan dates...

I'd heard those were all things a girlfriend was supposed to do.

I suddenly felt a little hopeless. We'd barely been dating for two days, and I could already see our breakup in the future.

Later, I found out:

My boyfriend could do everything.

Well, does that mean I'm the