⇢twenty: I was so stupid to make the mistake of falling in love with my best friend.
⇢twenty one: because I love you, asshole!
⇢thirty five: please, shut up so I can kiss you.
You were skipping class with Soobin. Again. No, it was by no means the best idea, but the two of you could only take so many Shakespearean writing lectures every few weeks. So instead you holed up together in his surprisingly clean dorm room and squeezed onto his twin bed to watch television together. Some days, it was nice just to take a break from the world and lay down next to your best friend. It was even nicer when your best friend looked and acted the way he always did. While you had put on your favorite show and settled into his chest, Soobin scrolled through Tik Tok with his sound on low, trailing lazy fingers through your already messy hair.
“I can change the show, if you want?” You offered, feeling bad that you were essentially taking up his TV for a show he wasn’t interested in. A deep coo fell from his lips and he gazed down at you.
“It’s okay, I know you love this show. Plus, the skipping was my idea this week so you can pick the show. When you force me to skip physics next week so that we can go to dinner together it’ll be my turn to pick the show.”
You chuckled at him and snuggled further into the fresh scent of his hoodie, one that you’d gotten him for his birthday.
“As if I’d ever have to force you into skipping physics.” Clearly not liking being called out, Soobin just huffed and went back to his scrolling until his stomach let out a growl that was only amplified by your close proximity.
Giggling, you poked at him through his sweatshirt and heard him whine in embarrassment as you put on your best high pitched voice that you would normally use on animals.
“Hello Soobin’s tummy! Are you hungry?” Soobin covered his face and began pleading with you to stop, which only urged you on even more. “Did he forget to eat breakfast again? How rude! How about we ask him if he’d like to go get some lunch?” As if the organ were actually listening, it grumbled again and Soobin actually whined out loud at the sound.
“Okay, we’ll go get lunch!” You declared, bouncing off of his bed and going for the door without even consulting him.
“Hey, where are you-” he began, scrambling to smooth down his hair that had been mussed up from the pillows.
“Bathroom!” You called, giving him a placating wave before bounding out of the room.
When you returned, he was mostly dressed, just fussing over the laces of his shoes at his desk chair. You waited patiently but couldn’t help but notice the odd way his hands seemed to fumble.
“Are you okay?” You took a step forward to see if you could detect anything else. Maybe he was feeling sick and the stomach grumbles you mistook for hunger were pain?
“I’m-” his head rose and you noticed just how close the two of you were. Maybe six inches remained between the two of you. He licked his lips and you held on to the worry that he was sick for a few more seconds until you felt his lips press against yours. You wanted to back away, panic and ask him what the hell he was doing but the only thing your mind could process was the shock and pleasure of him kissing you suddenly. Once the rest of your brain caught up, you pushed against his chest and halted his movements. Soobin’s entire face was flushed as he bit into his now swollen bottom lip.
“I saw a Tik Tok thing where you like…kiss your best friend and see if they…like you back?” You saw his mouth moving, but the time it took to hear and process the words seemed delayed. Before you could come up with a good response, you gingerly touched your fingers to your lips. They felt different, good. But Soobin took your silence the wrong way and began to panic.
“Oh god. I knew this would end badly. I was so stupid,” he took three huge steps back from you, as if your body was radiating harmful waves. “I was so stupid to fall in love with my best friend.” His voice was fragile, and although the last sentence was certainly meant for only himself to hear, you took personal offense.
“Don’t call yourself stupid, Soobin,” you took a step forward to close the gap, “because then, by proxy, I’m stupid too. And you know I hate being called stupid.” You saw his eyes light up as he began to get the undercurrent of your words. “And I’m not stupid because I love you, asshole.” The need to see him smile and lift the tension out of his hunched shoulders had you throwing in the out of place curse.
“Well I wasn’t sure if you…you know, felt that way. I’ve been sitting on this for months, Y/N and I was so scared you would hate me and I would lose you and then college would suck and who would share a pint of ice cream with me at 3 am and then-” He stopped his nervous rambling at the feeling of your hand on his cheek. You gave him a small, reassuring pat as you settled right in front of him.
“Please. Stop talking so I can kiss you.”
