—· ggum? yeonjun x gn! rea
it really wasn't your fault that the last piece of ggum had found its way to you, yeonjun, thought the exact opposite and made it your problem, because he was going to get that piece of ggum one way or the other.
tw, fluff, kissing, fighting for a piece of gum, food, eating food from s/o's mouth, lmk anything else :P (its lit so cute read it fr) reader is refered to as 'you'
the couch dipped under your weight as you settled in, the familiar give of the cushions pulling you both toward the middle. yeonjun was already there, his shoulder pressing into yours — not subtly, not even a little — as you turned the last piece of gum over in your fingers, the wrapper crinkling loud enough that there was no pretending he hadn't noticed.
you could feel him looking.
you took your time. smoothed the wrapper flat. folded it back.
his shoulder dug in harder.
you glanced sideways. he was doing the eyes. the full, unashamed, pleading eyes, his gaze flicking between the gum and your face like he genuinely believed this would work on you.
it was a little funny how often it did.
not today though.
you let a smile pull at the corner of your mouth, held the little pink strip up between two fingers — dangled it just in front of him, close enough that he could probably smell the strawberry watermelon — and watched his expression tip toward hopeful.
then you leaned in, pressed the softest, quickest kiss to his lips.
and dropped the gum past your own.
the flavour hit immediately. sweet and bright, summer-fruit sugary, and you let your eyes close for just a second to be extra about it because you both knew — had always known — that this was both of your favourites. that was what made it so good.
"that's not fair," yeonjun said.
you chewed, slow and deliberate. "too bad."
"yn—"
"you should've taken it before, babe." you were already laughing a little, the words coming out warm and unhelpful. "if you wanted it that bad."
he made a sound like you'd genuinely wronged him. and then he turned toward you with a look that made you press your lips together to keep from smiling wider.
you saw it coming just late enough to make it fun.
you pulled back. he followed. you twisted and tried to slide off the cushion — he caught your waist just in time, and then somehow, in the laughing scramble of it, you were on your back and he was there, hovering over you, one hand braced by your head, looking down at you with an expression that said he was taking the gum and there was simply nothing to discuss.
you chewed once more. slow. taunting.
your arms found their way up around his shoulders anyway, lacing together at the back of his neck, because this was the thing about yeonjun — even when you were being absolutely insufferable to each other, there was nowhere you'd rather be than exactly here.
his eyes dropped to your mouth.
he kissed you softly at first. easy. the kind of kiss that made your thoughts go a little loose and unhurried, and you felt yourself sink back into the cushions, fingers curling at his nape—
and then he tilted his head and kissed you deeper, and somewhere in the warm, distracted middle of it, while your brain was busy doing absolutely nothing useful, he coaxed your lips apart—
gone.
you blinked.
he pulled back and looked down at you, chewing, with the most insufferably satisfied expression that had ever existed on any face in the history of faces.
"strawberry watermelon." he nodded, thoughtful. like a critic. like he hadn't just stolen it out of your mouth while you were too busy being fond of him to notice. "really good."
the silence lasted about two seconds.
you stared up at him. breathless. your lips felt raw, kissed-out, and your heart was hammering so hard you could feel it in your throat.
he was looking at you like he'd won. like he knew exactly what he'd done.
"get your own pack next time," you managed. your voice came out thinner than you wanted.
"or," he said, ducking his head closer, his mouth brushing the shell of your ear, "i could just keep stealing yours."
"yeonjun."
"mm?"
you stared up at him. he gazed back down, chewing your gum, looking like he had absolutely no notes.
the worst part — the most embarrassing, un-take-back-able part — was that you wanted him to kiss you again, and it had nothing to do with the gum anymore.
he knew. of course he knew. the smile he was trying to keep flat gave him away entirely.
"next time," he said, dropping his voice low just to be mean about it, "get two packs."
you pulled him back down by the collar.
the ggum was gone. you really didn't care.