Dude... [That's so like him. But also, so comforting. Yoosung's eyes shift away and he frowns, suddenly pretty guilty. He spent the day getting jealous but Yuuki was thinking about him the whole time. About kissing him, how sweet... God, he's such an idiot. All that tension from before is melting away now, turning into gooey feelings that gently morph his face back into a natural smile.]

You didn't have to worry that much about it. I'm not really an experienced kisser either! I don't have much to compare you to, honestly.

[He only had a pre-girlfriend who he never got to kiss. College experimentation was sloppy and awkward, devoid of romance. And he wouldn't want to compare him to anyone else.

It's starting to dawn on him, though, that if he's going this far it might mean something else for points of comparison.]

Would it be- be your first?

[He sounds way too hopeful at that, his heart already skipping a beat at that thought. As nervous as Yuuki is, that exclusivity is at least one perk he could possibly offer.]