Why Don't We Imagines and Preferences *ON HIATUS*

It's just a kiss (Corbyn)

When his goldfish died, who was the first person Corbyn told? Y/n.

 When he had no one to go the the 7th grade dance with, who did he ask to dance? Y/n. 

When he got his heart stomped on by other girls, who was the person he called? Y/n. 

She was his best friend and he was pretty sure he loved her. Not in the way best friends are supposed to love each other. No, he had fallen in love with his best friend. Pretty typical. He falls in love with her, worries about it ruining their friendship because she doesn't reciprocate those feelings, tells her and it works out, they live happily ever after. Corbyn didn't think that was going to be his story though. Y/n clearly didn't like him back and he would never consider telling her how he feels, so they weren't getting a story-board happily ever after. 

So, Corbyn sort of tried to move on. He even got a girlfriend and she was pretty into him. She even tried to initiate a kiss. Problem was, he had never really kissed someone. Like really. There had been some spin the bottle kisses and cheek kisses on Valentine's Day, but they were never real and never with someone he legitimately liked. 

This is why he called y/n. When y/n heard the phone ring, she immediately picked up. It was Corbyn for heaven's sake. But, when he told her he needed help with kissing some other girl, y/n's heart broke. She knew that would happen, her best friend, her long time crush, would obviously find someone else, but she didn't expect it in that moment at all. She told him she would come over though. With a sad smile, she knocked on the door to the Why Don't We house. 

When Corbyn answered the door, he wrapped his strong arms around her shoulders, not minding the fact that his heart seemed to beat a little faster. She entered the house and sat on the couch. Turning to Corbyn she said, "Ok, what did you need me for." 

"I need your help-well its a little embarrassing-"

"Corbyn, I've known you for 12 years. I think I can take it."

"Um, I need help with kissing. I mean, I need help knowing how to kiss someone, not that I need to kiss you or anything."

Y/n felt her heart drop into her socks. He had a girlfriend. Of course. She knew this was going to. happen. But why was she so sad about it, she didn't have a crush on her best friend or anything.

With a small smile, Corbyn sat next to her on the couch. "I just really like this girl. She is different from the other girls I dated in the past." Y/n nodded. "Problem is, I never really kissed anybody that wasn't because of a dare or something. I just want you to practice with me. Help me read signals and, you know." Y/n nodded again, trying to avoid the feeling of utter heartache in her chest. "Yeah, of course. Um, you need to be confident...I guess. Just, don't make it seem like you haven't ever kissed someone before and it makes it a lot easier and...makes you seem approachable." Corbyn nodded and gestured for her to continue. 

Y/n spent another 10-ish minutes giving Corbyn various tips and pointers. Then, it was time for the real deal. "Ok Corbyn, I have given you all of my knowledge on this topic, now, you need to get some hands on experience." She held out one of the throw pillows on his couch. "Try on this." Corbyn hesitated. "Are you sure this is going to be helpful? I mean, it's not like I'm actually getting the full package with a pillow."

"Yeah, but what else should we do? You need something." 

"I just want it to be perfect. I mean, she's probably kissed a bunch of different people. How do I compete with the other guys? I don't want to ruin everything." He continued babbling about the other girl and y/n began to get annoyed. She didn't care about the other girl. She didn't even want to help Corbyn in the first place. "Oh my gosh! It's just a-" She said, pressing her lips to his quickly. Corbyn's eyes went wide before closing completely and kissing her back. Moments later, y/n broke away. Corbyn tried to kiss her again but she pushed him off. "See, you're fine. You can go find your girlfriend now." She said, grabbing her phone and keys off the couch and storming to the door. She was halfway down the driveway when she felt Corbyn grab her forearm. "Go away Corbyn. I told you that you could find your girlfriend now."

"What if I don't want to? What if I just texted her to say that we needed to talk because I don't want to be with her anymore? What if I want to kiss you again, and call you my girlfriend and hug you and be the only one you want to be with?"

Y/n just stood there, a smile growing on her face with each word. "What?" Corbyn said, incredibly confused. "I just think you look adorable right now." And with that, she pressed her lips to his in a soft kiss.