𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐃𝐄; boysnextdoor

boyfriend ; leehan

It was one of those lazy afternoons where time seemed to stretch endlessly.

The monsoon had arrived, and the sky was thick with dark clouds, casting a cool, grey glow over everything.

Y/n and leehan were at his house, sitting on the floor of his room, leaning against his bed.

A movie played on his laptop, but neither of them was really watching.

She was flipping through an old book she had borrowed from him, while he sat beside her, arms resting over his bent knees.

The room smelled of rain—fresh, earthy, and comforting.

Outside, the downpour continued, steady and rhythmic, a soft hum against the windows.

It was peaceful.

And yet, y/n felt something unfamiliar settle in her chest.

Something that made her aware of how close he was.

She wasn't sure when she had started glancing at his hands.

Or the way his fingers tapped lightly against his knee, absentmindedly.

Or the way his lips pressed together in thought, his gaze fixed somewhere far away.

It was funny, really.

They were dating now.

And yet, the little things he did still made her nervous in ways she didn't fully understand.

She swallowed, forcing herself to look back at her book.

But then—

She felt it.

His gaze.

She turned her head slightly, just enough to confirm what she already knew.

He was staring at her.

Again.

She let out a soft laugh. "You do that a lot, you know."

He blinked. "Do what?"

"Stare."

He didn't look away. "So do you."

Her breath hitched.

She didn't deny it.

Instead, she smiled, shaking her head as she looked down at the book in her hands.

But she wasn't reading anymore.

Not really.

The movie had ended, but neither of them moved to close the laptop.

They sat there, the glow of the screen fading, the only sound between them the distant rumble of thunder.

Y/n closed the book and set it aside.

Then, hesitantly, she leaned her head against his shoulder.

leehan stiffened for just a second before he relaxed.

She could feel the warmth of him, steady and real.

Her heart thumped loudly in her chest, and she wondered if he could hear it.

"Are you comfortable?" he asked softly.

She nodded. "Yeah."

A pause.

Then, in a barely-there voice, she whispered, "Are you?"

He turned slightly, just enough so that when she lifted her head to look at him—

They were close.

Too close.

Her breath caught in her throat.

leehan exhaled, his eyes flickering down to her lips before quickly moving away.

He hesitated.

Then, in a voice so quiet she almost didn't hear it, he said, "Can I kiss you?"

Y/n's pulse stopped.

Then it raced.

She had imagined this moment before.

A hundred times.

A thousand.

But nothing compared to the way it felt right now—so real, so electric, and so utterly overwhelming.

She swallowed.

Then, softly, she nodded.

Leehan didn't move immediately.

It was slow, careful.

Like he was giving her a chance to change her mind.

Like he was waiting for her to pull away.

But she didn't.

She wouldn't.

She closed the gap between them.

And just like that, his lips brushed against hers.

It was gentle, hesitant, like testing the waters of something neither of them had ever dared to cross before.

Her fingers curled slightly against his shirt, gripping the fabric without even realizing it.

He wasn't just kissing her.

He was memorizing her.

And for the first time in her life, Y/n understood what it meant for a moment to feel infinite.

When they finally pulled apart, her face was warm.

Leehan exhaled slowly, as if steadying himself.

Then he smiled—soft, almost dazed.

Y/n bit her lip, suddenly feeling shy.

"So..." she said, trying to find her voice.

"So," he echoed.

A pause.

Then he whispered, "I think I want to do that again."

She laughed. "Yeah?"

He nodded. "Yeah."

And when he leaned in again, she didn't stop him.

Not even for a second.

a/n 

gaiz I think I forgot how to write 😭🙏🏻