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"Perv~"
his unwavering gaze is making you nervous. you know it shouldn’t, because this is your best friend, for goodness sake!
and yet.
you’ve been watching a movie together for the past thirty minutes - at least, you were supposed to be. all choi theo has been doing is staring at you out of the corner of his eye, thinking he’s being pretty slick.
“taeyang,” you say a little crisply, not even bothering to look away from the car chase on the screen. “may I help you?”
at the sound of his name, taeyang jolts and quickly flicks his eyes to the tv, acting innocent and confused when you finally do turn to glare at him.
“I wasn’t doing anything,” he mumbles awkwardly.
“yes, you were!" you roll your eyes, giving his shoulder a little shove. can you cut it out? it’s a little difficult to focus on the film when you’re glaring daggers at me.”
his response is so quiet and sullen that you almost miss it. almost.
“I wasn’t glaring daggers.”
you purse your lips. “then why were you staring at me, you twat?”
“I’m not a twat!” his face is furrowed up like a pouty two-year-old’s when he meets your gaze grumpily. “I’m sorry for staring, your lips just looked soft, that’s all - ” he seems to become aware of what exactly is leaving his mouth just a split second before it’s too late. his face becomes rather comical - the eyes bulge and he claps a hand over his gaping mouth. “shit,” he mumbles against his skin, suddenly once again incapable of making eye contact. and then he goes from beet red with embarrassment to purple with irritation. “why are you laughing?”
“I- I can’t h-help it!” you wheeze between cackles, clutching your contracting stomach as it begins to ache. “what kind of fucking perv - ” you trail off as you screech even harder at the idea of your best friend ogling your lips, just because it’s that ridiculous.
“I am not a perv!” protests taeyang indignantly. “don’t tell me you’ve never thought about us kissing!”
that cuts your laughter short - you stare wide-eyed at him for a minute, utterly speechless. it seems as though this is yet another example of theo speaking before he fully decided on what he wanted to say, because he’s now staring, red-faced, at the ground. for a brief moment, you’re sure he’s about to slap himself.
“n-no,” you say a bit shakily. the gears are beginning to turn inside your head. he was staring at your lips. and - and he pretty much admitted he’s thought about kissing you at least once. “I’ve never thought about us kissing, taeyang,” you mumble truthfully, hardly able to keep your eyes on his blushing profile. at least, you’ve never thought about it before.
but now, for whatever weird reason, you can’t get the idea out of your head. would your best friend be a good kisser?
out of nowhere, your brain brings a montage of images to the forefront of your mind - vivid recollections of all the times he’s tenderly swept the hair off your forehead, eyes glancing down to your lips; the occasions he’s gazed at you with the softest look in his eyes, smiling like he knew a secret you weren’t privy to; the moments he’s grabbed you by your wrist when you were about to storm off angrily and instead pulled you against his chest, whispering apologies into your skin as his hands rubbed soothing circles on your back. all the times his loving eyes made your heart flutter and the butterflies in your tummy flap their wings nervously - oh. oh. you do have chemistry - and not just the platonic kind.
“taeyang,” you whisper, abruptly turning away from the images and lights flashing across the screen. almost with a desperate air, you wrap your fingers around his arm. “taeyang, look at me.”
his eyes fly down to his lap, then anxiously up to your face, then down at his fidgeting hands, then briefly to your lips, before finally shakily meeting your own. “I have, yeah.” he’s back to staring at his fingers.
“do you want to try?” you blurt before you have time to lose the nerve. taeyang blinks. he hesitates, then blinks again in very rapid succession. his hand rises to your forehead.
“are you feeling okay?”
“oh, I don’t have a fever,” you snap impatiently, batting the probing fingers away. “just - let’s just kiss.”
back to dramatic blinking. “that’s not funny. this isn’t a joke.”
“taeyang, I know - oh, forget it.”
in a moment of frustration so potent that your eyesight turns red for a split second, you grab the front of his shirt and yank him forward to meet your lips.
his mouth crashes, warm but ajar with with surprise, onto yours - despite his initial shock, he recovers quickly. with almost no hesitation, those soft, pink lips begin to caress against yours gently, and the probing fingers you were so quick to push away rise to cradle the sides of your head. when his thumbs begin to draw relaxing circles on your temples, you feel yourself sagging against his firm body, your arms wrapping involuntarily about his neck.
when tae finally pulls back for air, one of his hands is around your waist - the other cupping the back of your neck. “if I had known you’d react so positively, I would have suggested kissing a long time ago,” he says breathlessly.
scoffing, you roll your eyes. “please. you were just ogling my mouth for thirty mintutes, perv that you are. I was the one who had to suggest it.”
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