Dimples | Yeonbin

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The walk to Yeonjun's house was quiet, but not awkward—never awkward with Yeonjun.

The cool night air wrapped around them, and their footsteps were the only sound as they made their way through the empty streets. Soobin felt Yeonjun's hand loosely around his, his thumb lazily brushing against his skin, like holding hands had always been their thing.

But it hadn't been. This was new—too new—and Soobin's heart hadn't caught up yet.

They'd been walking side by side for what felt like forever, just enjoying each other's company, but Soobin's mind was racing.

They had been holding hands, sitting close during study sessions, and there was that kiss. But as much as Soobin loved every second of it, something kept gnawing at him.

What are we?

It wasn't like he needed to put a label on it, but... maybe he did? The teasing from their friends didn't help. Everyone was watching them, waiting for some kind of confirmation, and it was making Soobin doubt everything.

Was Yeonjun just playing? Was this a game? Because Soobin wasn't sure how long he could handle this without knowing where they stood.

The warmth of Yeonjun's hand in his was reassuring, but the question was still stuck in his throat. As they reached the front steps of Yeonjun's house, Soobin decided to just blurt it out.

"So... what is this?" Soobin asked, his voice coming out smaller than he intended. He immediately regretted it.

Yeonjun stopped, turning to look at him with a raised eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

Soobin hesitated, glancing at the ground as his heart raced. "I mean... us. What are we?"

For a moment, Yeonjun didn't say anything, just blinked at him in confusion before a slow smile spread across his face.

Soobin felt his cheeks burn. Oh no. Was this the dumbest question ever?

Yeonjun stepped closer, and Soobin's breath hitched. "Soobin, we've been holding hands for weeks, and you're only asking now?"

Soobin tried to act nonchalant. "I just... I wasn't sure if you were, like, serious... or if this was still part of the whole teasing thing."

Yeonjun's eyes softened as he reached out, taking both of Soobin's hands in his. "I've never been more serious."

Soobin's heart skipped a beat. He stared at Yeonjun, trying to process what he was hearing. "So... we're...?"

Yeonjun grinned. "I don't need a label. But if you do..." He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a playful whisper, "I'm yours, if you'll have me."

Soobin's knees felt weak. He tried to play it cool, but his lips betrayed him with a smile that he couldn't hide. "You're such a dork."

"And you love it," Yeonjun teased back.

Before Soobin could respond, Yeonjun leaned down and gave him a quick, soft kiss—just enough to send Soobin's heart into overdrive. When Yeonjun pulled back, Soobin could see the warmth in his eyes.

"So... what do you think?" Yeonjun asked, voice soft now, as if waiting for Soobin to make the final call.

Soobin squeezed Yeonjun's hands, smiling shyly. "I think... I'm good with that."

Yeonjun's eyes lingered on Soobin's face, and for a second, it was like the world narrowed to just the two of them. His gaze dipped lower, settling on Soobin's lips before trailing back up to those dimples—deep, captivating, dangerous.

"God, Soobin," Yeonjun muttered, voice low and a little breathless. "Those dimples... they're gonna get me every time."

Soobin's cheeks flushed a deeper pink, but before he could react, Yeonjun leaned in again, this time slower, more deliberate. The anticipation was enough to make Soobin's pulse race.

When their lips finally touched, it wasn't like the playful peck from before—it was soft but intense, like Yeonjun had been waiting for this moment just as much as Soobin had.

Yeonjun's lips pressed gently against his, sending sparks through Soobin's chest. The warmth of Yeonjun's hand on his back pulled him closer, the steady beat of his heart somehow in sync with Soobin's. Time seemed to slow down, and all Soobin could feel was the softness of Yeonjun's lips, the way they fit perfectly with his, like they were meant to be there all along.

The kiss deepened, but it wasn't rushed—just sweet, with Yeonjun tilting his head slightly, lips brushing over Soobin's in soft waves that left him dizzy. Every touch felt electric, making Soobin's knees feel weak.

He could feel Yeonjun's smile through the kiss, the kind of smile that said, finally.

When they finally pulled back, Soobin's breath came in short, soft gasps. His heart felt like it was going to burst, and his head spun with the warmth of it all. Yeonjun's eyes were still on him, sparkling with something like triumph, and Soobin had to look away to calm his racing heart.

Yeonjun chuckled softly, the sound low and warm. "If I'm gonna get to kiss you every time you smile like that..." He trailed off, eyes fixed on Soobin's lips again. "You're gonna have to stop smiling so much."

Soobin bit his lip, cheeks still flushed as he tried to suppress the grin that was already forming. "Then I guess I'll have to keep smiling," he teased, his voice barely above a whisper.

Yeonjun's grin widened as he leaned in once more, his lips brushing Soobin's in another soft, lingering kiss. Soobin melted into it, his heart fluttering wildly in his chest. This time, it was slower, more tender, like they had all the time in the world.

When they pulled apart, Soobin was grinning again, dimples deeper than ever.

"See?" he teased, voice a little shaky, but light. "I told you. You're doomed."

Yeonjun shook his head, laughing softly before leaning his forehead against Soobin's.

"Yeah, I think I'm okay with that."

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[a/n]

So yeah~ that's it for this bool folks~ or... should I continue? Hahaha. Because I see you guys are digging this so much, let me know your thoughts alright, I'll try to accommodate it~