Teacher..
Pairings: Yeon Sieun x Fem!Reader
Summary: You teach Sieun how to kiss.
Warnings: none
It’s late in the evening. You’re in Sieun’s room. A quiet lamp glows in the corner, casting a warm light. Rain taps lightly at the window, and the world outside feels distant. You’re sitting side by side on his bed, legs barely touching, the silence between you thick with something unspoken.
Sieun glances at you, his sharp eyes lingering for a second too long before flicking away again. He clears his throat, shifting slightly.
“You keep doing that,” you say softly.
“Doing what?”
“Avoiding my eyes.” You smile a little. “You always look away when things get… close.”
He says nothing, but you notice the way his fingers clench slightly over the hem of his sleeve.
You lean in, nudging his shoulder. “We’ve been together for how long now?”
Sieun looks down. “Three months and seventeen days,” he says quietly.
You blink. “You counted?”
“I remember things,” he replies, tone flat, but his ears are flushed pink.
You watch him for a moment. “You know, we’ve never kissed.”
There’s a pause. The rain fills it.
Sieun breathes in slowly. “I know.“
You tilt your head. “Do you… want to?”
He hesitates, and that tells you everything.
“I’ve never done that before,” he admits, eyes fixed firmly on his hands.
Your expression softens. “That’s okay.” You reach out and gently take one of his hands in yours. “Do you want me to teach you?”
Sieun looks up at you then, and there’s something in his eyes.. a flicker of nervousness, but also trust. He nods, just once.
“Okay.” You smile, scooting a little closer. “First… you don’t need to overthink it. You always think too much.”
“I’m not—”
“You are,” you tease gently. “Kissing isn’t about solving a problem, Sieun. It’s about feeling something.”
He swallows, lashes lowering slightly.
You lift your hand to his cheek, warm and reassuring. “Close your eyes.”
Sieun hesitates, then does as you ask. You study his face his furrowed brows, the way his lips are pressed together, like he’s bracing himself.
You lean in slowly, so slowly he has time to pull away. He doesn’t.
Your lips brush his, just barely, a whisper of contact. You feel him tense, then slowly, melt into the touch. His breath catches in his throat.
You pull back just enough to whisper, “Breathe through it. Don’t be stiff.”
“I’m not stiff,” he mutters, eyes still closed.
You chuckle. “You’re tense like you’re about to get into a fight.”
“That’s what this feels like,” he murmurs.
You laugh softly. “It’s not. No one’s trying to hurt you here.”
His eyes flutter open. “Then what am I supposed to do?”
“Feel it,” you whisper. “Let go.”
You kiss him again this time a little deeper, letting your lips linger. He kisses back, clumsy at first, unsure, but there’s something endearing in the way he learns through the moment, responding to you. His hand comes up, hesitantly brushing your side.
When you part, his eyes open slowly, dazed and a little breathless.
You smile at him. “See? Not so hard.”
Sieun stares at you for a beat. “You make it look easy.”
“It is easy. When it’s with you.”
His ears burn bright red. “You’re embarrassing.”
You lean in close, whispering against his lips, “You like it.”
He doesn’t answer but the next kiss comes from him.
