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yapping ; leehan

Y/N's voice filled the small living room of Leehan's apartment. She paced back and forth, her hands moving animatedly as she detailed the latest drama that had unfolded at her workplace. The story was long, winding, and peppered with Y/N's sharp opinions and occasional overreactions. Leehan sat quietly on the couch, his long legs stretched out, and his head resting against the backrest as he watched her with a soft, amused expression.

"...and can you believe she actually blamed me for the missing report? Me! Like, why would I take something like that? It's not even my department!" Y/N exclaimed, throwing her hands up in disbelief.

Leehan nodded, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips. He loved watching her talk, especially when she got so engrossed in her stories that she forgot to take a breath. But tonight, Y/N seemed particularly fired up, and her words were spilling out at a mile a minute. She didn't seem to notice the way Leehan's eyes glinted with mischief or the way his fingers tapped idly against his thigh, as if waiting for the perfect moment to intervene.

"And then she had the audacity to roll her eyes at me like I was the one wasting her time! Can you imagine?" Y/N asked, turning to Leehan with an expectant look.

He straightened up slightly, giving her his full attention. "Terrible. Truly," he said, his deep voice smooth and calm, a stark contrast to her animated tone.

"Exactly!" Y/N huffed, encouraged by his agreement. She launched into another tirade, this time about how she had skillfully handled the situation—though her voice was tinged with frustration at the lack of justice.

Leehan leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he watched her. She was wearing one of his oversized sweatshirts, the sleeves too long for her arms, and her hair was tied up in a messy bun. She looked so effortlessly beautiful that Leehan felt his heart ache a little. He adored every part of her, including her tendency to talk his ear off when she was upset. But tonight, her voice had become background noise to the thoughts running through his head—thoughts of how much he wanted to kiss her.

"...and I told her, 'You know what? If you can't keep track of your own reports, maybe you're the one who shouldn't be in charge of this project!' I mean, was that too harsh? Do you think I was out of line?" Y/N's voice broke through his thoughts, her wide eyes searching his for validation.

Leehan blinked, realizing he had completely zoned out. "Hm? No, not at all," he said, though he wasn't entirely sure what he was agreeing to.

Y/N frowned, crossing her arms over her chest. "You're not even listening, are you?"

Leehan chuckled, leaning back against the couch again. "I'm listening," he said, his tone teasing. "You were talking about... the report?"

Y/N's frown deepened. "That was like five minutes ago! You're so hopeless sometimes, Leehan."

He laughed softly, the sound warm and inviting. "I'm sorry," he said, holding his hands up in mock surrender. "You're just too cute when you're angry. I got a little distracted."

Y/N narrowed her eyes at him, though her cheeks flushed at his words. "Flattery won't save you," she muttered, turning away from him. But she didn't stay quiet for long. "Anyway, as I was saying—"

Before she could get another word out, Leehan stood up and closed the distance between them in two long strides. Y/N barely had time to register his movement before he gently cupped her face in his hands and tilted her head up to meet his gaze. His dark eyes were soft but intense, and Y/N felt her breath hitch in her throat.

"Leehan, what are you—" she started, but he cut her off by leaning down and pressing his lips to hers.

The kiss was soft and slow, a stark contrast to the whirlwind of emotions she had been feeling just moments ago. Leehan's hands were warm against her cheeks, his thumbs brushing lightly over her skin as if to soothe her. Y/N's initial shock melted away, and she found herself leaning into him, her hands instinctively reaching for the front of his sweatshirt.

When he finally pulled back, his lips still lingering close to hers, Y/N's mind was a blank slate. She blinked up at him, her earlier frustration completely forgotten.

"There," Leehan said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "All better."

Y/N stared at him, her cheeks burning. "You—you kissed me," she stammered, her voice uncharacteristically quiet.

Leehan grinned, clearly pleased with himself. "You wouldn't stop talking," he said, his tone teasing. "I had to do something."

Y/N swatted his chest, though there was no real force behind it. "You can't just kiss me to shut me up!" she protested, though the way her lips curved into a small smile betrayed her true feelings.

"Why not? It worked, didn't it?" he said, leaning down to rest his forehead against hers. "Besides, you were getting all worked up over something that doesn't matter. I couldn't stand to see you upset."

Y/N sighed, her hands still resting against his chest. "You're impossible," she muttered, though her voice lacked any real bite.

"And you're adorable," Leehan replied, pressing a quick kiss to her nose. "Now, are you going to keep yelling about reports, or can I kiss you again?"

Y/N's eyes widened, her heart skipping a beat. "You're ridiculous," she said, but she didn't pull away.

Leehan took that as a yes. He tilted her head up again and kissed her, this time with a little more intensity. Y/N's hands fisted the fabric of his sweatshirt, her earlier resolve crumbling completely. She could feel his smile against her lips, and it made her chest ache in the best way.

When they finally pulled apart, both slightly breathless, Leehan rested his chin on top of her head, wrapping his arms around her. Y/N let herself relax into his embrace, her earlier frustration now a distant memory.

"You know," she said after a moment, her voice muffled against his chest, "you're not off the hook. I still need to finish my story."

Leehan laughed, the sound vibrating through his chest. "Fine," he said, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "But maybe you can keep it short this time. Otherwise, I might have to kiss you again."

Y/N rolled her eyes, but she couldn't hide the smile that tugged at her lips. "You're insufferable," she said, though there was no denying the warmth in her voice.

"And you love me for it," Leehan replied, his tone smug.

Y/N didn't respond, but the way she nestled closer to him said everything he needed to know.