Philophobia

“And you’ve got sauce on your mouth, don't move.” Venti slightly bends down and reaches out a hand to wipe away the invisible ‘sauce’, Xiao constant in his seat, fully convinced of his disguised scheme. Playing right into his cards, the former swiftly averts his hand from Xiao’s lips to his nape, using it as leverage to lean in and go for an unexpected kiss.

With the widening of amber eyes, Xiao remains frozen, taken aback at such a bold move. Yet mere centimeters before their lips connect, he pushes Venti away and whips his head in the opposite direction. “What.. what are you doing?”

The taller stumbles upon the exerted force but regains his balance, Venti faces him and the look in his eyes render him speechless. “Why, Xiao, do you push me away?” Furrowed brows and a pained expression, words get stuck in Xiao's throat.

or a deeper understanding of the relationship between a philophobic and a music aficionado who craves for his love.