[✔] Kiss me || taejun

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"Would you help me with one thing?" he spoke up after minutes of silence that accompanied them earlier.

"Of course. Anything y—"

"Kiss me."

Yeonjun wasn't thinking anymore.

He needed this. He needed the confirmation- if he felt that way for him or if it was simply infatuation or confusion. If things would feel the same way the way he felt on that 'date' with Kai.

If he could just kiss—

Heck, he didn't even know what he was doing. Yeonjun decided to let everything in the hands of the higher power above hoping things turn out well.

Taehyun on the other hand was left dumbfounded. With his mouth agape, he stared at Yeonjun in bewilderment at the uncanny request. He could barely look into his eyes; blood rushing to his face.

His face had turned hot with embarrassment to the point he thought it could radiate towards Yeonjun and he could feel it.

"H-hyung are you...sure?" he asked with a wet voice, the insides of his hands cold with sweat of nervousness. If anything happened, he simply hoped he knew what he was doing and wouldn't regret it later.

"Kiss me... please." He repeated, his voice barely above a whisper.

Taehyun felt weak in front of him, like his knees would give up on him even though he was already sitting. Overwhelmed, his head felt dizzy.

Gulping down his nervousness, all rational thoughts were thrown out of the window as his own feelings clouded his senses. Yeonjun's voice sounded so confused— like he'd break.

Everything made Taehyun's resolve weak. Every single moment that he'd held back from trying to kiss the male, it had started to come back to him all at once.

Goosebumps on his skin didn't help him much with hiding his feelings. He was glad the elder hadn't noticed it.

All this time, he admired this man only to be asked by him to kiss him. Where were the gay gods and why hadn't they ever told him he'd have to face such a thing?

With the lack of response from Taehyun, Yeonjun knew he had royally fucked up. His brain immediately started making excuses and started to back out. "I'm so sorr—"

And then, a pair of plush lips were pressed against his own.

A surge of electricity rushed through Yeonjun's system at the sudden contact. His eyes widened in shock before closing them. His heart began beating a million times per second and everything around him blurred out into nothingness.

All he could decipher at that moment was the feeling of Taehyun's lips against his own and the erratic ringing of his heart which he was sure now stood in between his ears.

The cherry lip balm entered his already overwhelmed senses, sending him into overdrive—

In a second, the lips were gone.

He hadn't realized he'd been holding his breath the entire time until then, because of how hard he was panting— it was just a fucking kiss that lasted for mere seconds.

Taehyun hid his eyes behind his bangs also silently wishing they hid his flushed face from view. "Was that e-enough?"

Was it?

Honestly, it wasn't. Yeonjun wanted more.

In that short moment that Yeonjun got a taste of Taehyun, he doesn't think he'll ever have enough of him. His lips against him felt so addicting, the warmth that he brought in the cold air of the aircon.

Every single emotion he felt for the boy came back rushing to him like waves. Every moment he wanted Taehyun to be more than just his friend. Something more.

All the doubts he had regarding his feelings for the boy that caused the massive confusion in his little head had now been swept away with a single kiss. Never in his life had he felt the way he felt with Taehyun in the past.

With Taehyun, everything seemed right.

He loved this boy more than anything he ever had.

Yeonjun closed his eyes and brought his lips closing in for another kiss.

This time, he was a bit more confident and less nervous. The warmth of his lips brought a sense of comfort to Yeonjun. He poured all the childish experiences he had with the meager amount of relationships he's had in the past.

His right hand found home in Taehyun's waist, pulling him in closer and the other hand rested against his cheek, his thumb brushing over his skin ever so slowly.

Taehyun felt blood rushing to his face once again as he melted into the kiss. His hands lay limp on his sides, still stunned at the sudden action. Unlike Yeonjun, he had no prior experience with anything remotely romantic as physical as this was.

He had barely hugged anyone in his life and now that Yeonjun was kissing him, it felt so new— so right.

Letting Yeonjun take control of the moment, Taehyun smiled slightly against his lips. His head turned to mush; so was Yeonjun's. All he could comprehend was the feeling of the other's lips against his own, slowly kissing him like speaking a language that only they could communicate— eager to learn all the little things about Taehyun.

And Taehyun was just as intent on letting the older one in on all the secrets he had in his life, little by little.

As life changing as this moment was for Yeonjun, it was also the very first time Taehyun had felt the warmth of love seeping into his yearning heart. The feeling of being loved was enticing, thrilling, addictive.

He wanted this moment to last forever.

Even if they weren't the best kissers in existence, this would probably be the best kiss they'd ever shared in their lives.

Taehyun had, after years of protecting himself, finally found his person.

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