Where Have You Bean? | Yong Hoon x Reader

5 | Lingering

When the couch moved, you nearly had a fright. But it was just K sitting down next to you with his cup in hand. He looked nearly as startled as you were after your reaction.

YH: "Is it really scary?" he asked.

"What is?"

YH: "The TV," he nodded at the screen. "It can't possibly be me," he joked. "How frightening can MY face be?"

You both laughed. Not a thing about him was scary at all.

YH: "So, these pyjamas are pretty... cool."

He tugged on the end of the white T-shirt and you both released a laugh again. It ran a bit small on him, just like the sky blue plaid pants he wore. Honestly, the way they were so fitted on him made him look very cute, but that wasn't something you could just casually let slip off your tongue.

You two were just laughing on the couch, both of you huddled into each corner with the warm mugs nestled in your hands. After a few seconds, you couldn't even remember what was so funny anymore.

You looked at the pyjamas he wore once again. "Hey, Yong Hoon..."

YH: "Yeah?"

"How do you know if someone loves you? If they don't tell you they love you, how do you know?"

You looked down at the cup in your hand.

YH: "Just because something isn't said out loud doesn't mean it isn't there."

You looked back at him. His face seemed so sincere and gentle. You simply have no choice but to believe him when he looks at you like that.

YH: "I think love is something you can only feel. Words can only go so far when it comes to something so powerful and mysterious. If it happens, you'll just know."

"Then, do you know what it feels like?"

YH: "I... don't know if I know."

"I thought you said you'll know if it happens?"

YH: "Then I guess I don't know. I guess it hasn't happened to me yet."

You both laughed. Nothing was even that particularly funny, the laughter seemed to be like a buffer for the tension that seemed to make the air thick.

As the laughter died down, his face settled into a more intimate stare and suddenly the mood of the room changed completely. The tension that was only seeping into the room had then taken control fully.

Eyes unable to look away, hearts begin to race. Your bodies move on their own accord, pulled in, drawn towards each other through the force of gravity that has found grounding in the other's beating hearts.

He places his cup on the table and you do the same. While he is up, he inches towards you until his hand finally gently holds your cheek and his lips meet yours once again. He approaches you cautiously so as not to do anything more than you want. The uncharacteristic confidence he had earlier while you were out had receded and here before you now is a boy who is just as nervous as you are for what this kiss would start.

But you liked this. You shift your weight onto your knees, lifting yourself up and taking his lips with yours. Knees to knees, stomach to the navel, rising chest to the other, you both kneel tall together as equals, sharing breaths exchanged through your parted lips.

Despite the heat you feel, his lips are tender, and the hands that hold your hips are the same way. His nose nuzzles your neck.

YH: "You're beautiful," he whispered. "Everything about you is beautiful," and he kisses your cheek before kissing your forehead too.