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“We’ve done everything best friends do except kiss.”
Yeonjun does a double take and nearly drops his phone on his face.
“Come again?” he asks, as if the air has been knocked out of him.
“We’ve done everything best friends do except kiss,” you repeat.
“What kind of best friends do you know?”
“I dunno, the kind who’ve kissed before!”
Yeonjun runs a hand through his hair and sighs, clearly unsure of what to say next. What could he say?
“So, what? you wanna kiss me?” he asks as he rolls onto his stomach to get a proper look at you.
You blush and suddenly the entirety of your shared living room space feels hot.
“I mean…” you start. “I don’t *not* want to kiss you.”
“Y/N,” Yeonjun says in the tone of an exasperated parent.
“What? Can’t i want to kiss my best friend once in a while?”
“Maybe try not phrasing it like it’s something everyone’s doing.”
“But everyone *is* doing it, Jjun.”
“Y/N,” he says again in that ‘so done with you’ tone “if you wanna kiss me, just say that.”
“Okay, fine! Since you wanna hear it so badly— Choi Yeonjun, I want to kiss you. there, happy?”
At that moment, there’s a shifting of energy, as if you confessed to something that had been buried deep in your subconscious for years. The room falls silent, so silent that the abrupt click and subsequent blowing of air from your air conditioner makes you both flinch.
You exhale, as if you’ve been holding your breath this whole time.
“Wait, a-are you serious?” he asks and in this moment, you feel like a sledgehammer to the head would’ve been less subtle than what you just admitted to.
“Uh, yeah,” you say.
“Oh… cool,” he says.
Cool? That certainly is a way to phrase it...
“Do you wanna kiss me?” you ask, sounding more hopeful than you mean to come across.
There it is, that same heavy silence. You start to wish you never brought it up in the first place.
“Let’s drop it,” you say with a forfeiting wave of your hands. “it was just a joke anyway.”
“No no,” Yeonjun says and suddenly he’s sitting on the loveseat with you, his hand resting on your knee. “No, I… I want to. Let’s try it.”
You look at him with raised eyebrows.
“Damn, thirsty much?” you jest and before you know it, his lips are pressed against yours. Your eyes flutter closed and you lean into the kiss. it’s soft and a little too eager, your lips hurt a bit from the sudden impact but it’s welcomed.
You separate and look at each other for a moment, and you’re sure you’re thinking the same things.
1. “What did we just do?”
and
2. “We need to do that again”
So you do.
Yeonjun pulls you closer by the waist and kisses you again and your hand snakes up to cradle his cheek.
And you go back for more, with parted lips and roaming hands.
Your tongue carefully peeks out to swipe against his bottom lip and Yeonjun is hesitant at first. He seems a little surprised that you’d take control in that way but you’re certain he likes it with the way his grip on your waist tightens and he slides his tongue against yours.
He tastes so sweet, like a cherry lollipop, and you want more and more of him.
Yeonjun pulls you onto his lap and you straddle him, you give into the urge to run your hand down his toned chest.
He slides his hand underneath the fabric of your worn t-shirt and goosebumps blossom all over your skin. Everything about this room is cold— namely, the air and your skin, but his hands are so warm, so soft yet you can feel every small, rough callous that contrasts with the softness. It’s so him.
How is Yeonjun so… himself in every single way?
You finally pull away from him, leaving behind a thin string of saliva.
“Jjun?” you ask, panting.
“Yeah?” Yeonjun asks, trying to sound unaffected as if he isn’t also trying to catch his breath.
“I don’t think best friends do this.”
“You don’t say?” Yeonjun says with a tilt of his head and one eyebrow raised.
He laughs in his usual, wheezy boyish way and buries his face in the crook of your neck, dragging his soft lips against your skin, making you feel so warm.
“How about we go to my room and keep doing what best friends don’t do?”