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Sungchan has had her eyes on Wonbin for a little over a few hours. Wonbin has been pretending not to notice, but it gets a little harder the longer the night bleeds into early morning and by the time the sky is tinged in the slightest hint of orange and all their friends are leaving her room, Sungchan lingers by the threshold of 119 to turn back around and ask, softly, ‘You’ve never been kissed before?’
Wonbin has had a feeling that she’s been wanting to ask her this since the beginning of the night, her possible inquisition is probably why Wonbin even felt the need to mention that in her turn of Never Have I Ever— and she was right, because Sungchan’s here now, right where Wonbin wants her, and all Wonbin can think of is how both her roommates are out of town this weekend and even though it’s around five in the morning, if she draws her curtains in it will be quiet like it is in he dead of night.
Sungchan steps inside the room. She doesn’t leave. Wonbin watches as she clicks the bolt shut.
She smiles and feels her gut clench, instinctively. Wonbin’s never been the kind of person to drop hints, always choosing to pine softly. Steadily. Away from the danger of acknowledgment, but Sungchan feels like a soft morning in April. They’ve known each other for two months now, they meet every single day. She held her hand in an amusement park ride instead of holding her breath. She cried in her arms, after a particularly overwhelming day. And though they aren't close enough to be considered close, she knows Sungchan knows what she wants from her. She knows what Sungchan wants from her, too.
And it is:
‘I can teach you,’ Sungchan says. ‘If you want.’
Slowly, softly, Wonbin nods.
It takes Sungchan all of two steps and nothing else to crowd into Wonbin. She’s quick but her own breath hitches at how eager she appears. Wonbin laughs, so Sungchan laughs too, but this close she has to tilt her head to look up at her and though Sungchan brings her own head low enough to rest it against Wonbin’s, it changes nothing.
Wonbin still has to tiptoe a bit. It makes their chests collide, softly. And that act alone fills Wonbin’s brain with tender cotton. White and pillowy. All dust.
Sungchan smiles. ‘Kisses mean a lot of things,’ she says. ‘When you kiss someone, you’re always trying to say something. Usually it communicates desire, sometimes though, it just means to signify a certain kind of comfort.’
Too many words. Too early for it too. Wonbin’s down vodka and whiskey and maybe a single neat shot of rum that no one would tell her was rum but she knows it is because she’s never hated the taste and smell of anything else more. Her head feels light and her lips feel like the heaviest part of her body, already braced for the feeling of Sungchan’s on them. All needy. All parched.
Wonbin wants Sungchan to shut up and kiss her already. But Sungchan isn’t done yet, because while she slides one hand around her waist to bring her closer, the other lands under her jaw and tilts her face away so she can press a soft sobering kiss on her jaw.
And oh, that feels better than— better than Wonbin thought it could.
She sighs, sensitive. She has never been kissed before.
‘What do you want to tell me?’ she asks.
Then, finally, Sungchan’s gaze flickers down low enough to land on Wonbin’s lips and uncharacteristically brave, Wonbin’s tiptoeing again to press the softest peck against her lips.
Sungchan smiles into it and when they separate, blows a soft puff of a laugh in the space between them. But though Wonbin wants to be offended about it, Sungchan takes one of her hands and brings it to rest on her shoulder before diving back in and oh.
Wonbin’s never been kissed before. Out of choice, at first, and then because it got too terrifying to ask. She’d always leave relationships before the physical intimacy set in. For some reason, she has been afraid of something or the other, but Sungchan’s hands on her are steady and slow and they don’t mean anything more than what they have to, more than what Wonbin’s comfortable with, so it is, of course, interesting.
The kiss itself is interesting. At first, Wonbin forgets to close her eyes and feels the flicker of Sungchan’s pretty eyelashes press into her cheekbones. Their nose bump awkwardly as Sungchan backs her into the bedframe. Wonbin barely even moves, but gasps when she’s remained unblinking for so long that her breathe has begun to swell uncomfortably.
Sungchan pulls away. For a second, neither of them say anything. She's breathing hard too, one strand of her long hair that's fallen out of the high bun on top of her hair falls onto her face. Wonbin’s watched her play with it the entire night. And so, she does what she’s been aching to the entire night too. Reaches up and pulls the spindly pin out of her bun until all her hair comes tumbling out.
Wonbin herself sports a wolf cut, and it takes a lot of time to style— she doesn’t think Sungchan does though. Her beach waves are natural, a result of how long her hair stays tied up.
She tucks the side of her bangs behind her ear. Sungchan watches her do all of this, intently, her expression both amused and endeared. Before Wonbin can say anything, she does it again. Leans down and steals a quick kiss. And then another.
‘What?’ Wonbin asks, still a little dazed. ‘What do you mean?’
Her lips feel wet and soft. They hurt, again.
‘Find out,’ Sungchan hums with a smile against her lips. This time, Wonbin’s mouth opens of it’s own accord. And fuck, okay.
She’s wanted this from the start.