SITUATIONSHIP .ᐟ wonbin x GN .ᐟ reader     GENRE .ᐟ fluff     TW .ᐟ kissing     WORD COUNT .ᐟ 920

“Aren't you going to give me a kiss?”

Wonbin and you had a… complicated relationship, to say the least. You and Wonbin talked like you were a couple, acted like you were a couple, and even felt like you were a couple, but you weren't a couple. People called it a situationship. You just liked to call it as it was: “just friends”, because friends were allowed to sleep at each other’s houses (Wonbin insisted on sleeping at yours), and friends were allowed to sleep beside each other on the same bed. Friends were also allowed to ask each other for kisses, apparently. At least, that’s what Wonbin liked to believe in, and you were too, news flash, in love with him to tell him otherwise.

“Come on.” Below you, Wonbin continued to complain. “You do it every time I'm here. I can't sleep without it.”

“Why can't you?

It was weird. What he was asking for wasn't the weird thing about it, though. He was right. You kissed him every time he was there. Not on the lips. Never on the lips. Rather, it was weird to realize just how comfortable the both of you have gotten into the relationship, and not because you wanted it, but because neither of you knew what to do with it. You liked him, more than how friends would. You believed he liked you, too. Neither of you just knew how to deal with it. That’s why it’s never been brought up. That’s why you pretended these things didn't that. That's why Wonbin was there with you, his back against the bed while you were on your stomach, both bodies facing each other, both faces looking at each other and trying to convince themselves that this was normal. That your relationship was normal.

Wonbin shrugged and you felt his shoulders brush against your elbows. “I don’t know,” his voice had a sort of drawl to it, almost like he was trying his best not to fall asleep. “I’m one of Pavlov’s dogs at this point. You’ve conditioned me. Take responsibility.”

On any other day, you would’ve done it. You would’ve given him what he wanted. Instead, you ran your hands along his face and traced the curve of his jaw. Wonbin has always had a beautiful face. Everyone who knew him, and everyone who didn't know him, knew that he was beautiful. Up close, he was better. Wonbin had full lips and wide eyes and skin that was so soft that, for a moment, you forgot you were even holding him to begin with, up until you felt Wonbin frown against your fingers.

“This is actually torture. I'm never coming back here.”

“Why do you even want a kiss?”

For a second, you could feel Wonbin freeze. Or maybe it was you. But you did notice how hard he thought about it. “I told you… I’ve been conditioned. You've done it so often that you’ve made me expect it to happen. Now, it’s weird if it doesn’t.”

“I thought when people realize that they’ve been Pavlov’d, they wouldn't care if it doesn't happen.”

“Yeah, but it isn’t fair.”

“Why isn’t it fair?”

“You know why.”

You could tell he was getting upset. His eyebrows were almost frowning with him. As much as you didn't understand the logic behind what he wanted, you felt bad for him. (This always happened). But you didn't want him to get it that easy. When you leaned down in an attempt to kiss him, his eyes closed (Was it the conditioning, too?) but instead of pressing your lips against his forehead, you let yourself hover. It was barely a kiss, but you pulled away before he realized what was happening, and when he did, you swore you've never seen Wonbin frown so hard before. It was cute.

“God, you make me crazy,” he whispered, his eyes following your lips as you stayed above him.

“That's not the right answer.”

You expected him to complain some more. Wonbin liked to use his words to his advantage. You didn't expect him to reach forward and hold your face the way you did to him to bring you closer.

“I like you,” he answered. His palms were cold against your cheeks. “Is that the right answer?”

You gave in.

When your lips touched him, you could feel Wonbin sigh. Once, you kissed him. Twice. You kissed him from the top of his temples to the tip of his chin. Not on the lips. Never on the lips. Well… not until Wonbin brought you down on them.

For a moment, the only thing you could think of was how soft his lips were on yours. And how awkward your position was. You've thought of kissing Wonbin on the lips long before tonight, but never like you were you were MJ and he was Spider-Man, never like this; like you were so fragile, he was afraid of hurting you as he traced his thumb against your skin, pressing your lips together like you were unsure that this was really happening. When you tried to pull away, Wonbin kissed you, again, almost like he'd been waiting for this as long as you had.

“I really like you,” his breath was on your lips as he pulled away. “Please keep kissing me. I love it when you kiss me.”

You barely got a word out as Wonbin brought you back down on him, kissing you. “I like you, too, Wonbin.”

How could you say no?

NOTE .ᐟ this is me trying out kiss scenes because i cannot write them to save my life.