#and does his Softest uwus bc hes had his first kissie nd it was so good

[katrinawritesthings]

Taemin/Kibum; Kissie; PG

when you’ve always wanted ur special romantic first kiss

“You know how,” Kibum starts, “you don’t really like kissing?”

“Mmhmm,” Taemin hums.

Kibum has been anxious for a while, but Taemin only feels like he should say something when he starts tapping his foot quickly on the arm of the couch in addition to both nibbling on Taemin’s thumbnail and tugging on all of the little hairs of his wrist. Eventually if he keeps this up he’s going to bite tiny little sores into his cheeks next. Taemin looks away from the tv during a commercial and pokes Kibum’s cheek in his lap with his other hand.

“Hey,” he says quietly. “What’re you so anxious about?” he asks.

Kibum stops all of his little motions at once; he blinks up at Taemin with wide eyes.

“How could you tell?” he asks. Taemin blinks at him. He can’t tell if he was being serious or not, so he decides to answer anyway.

“You’ve bitten off, like, my whole thumbnail, for one,” he says. He wiggles his nubby thumb slightly and it brushes against Kibum’s bottom lip. Kibum blinks again, looks at his thumb, scrunches his lips, and immediately shakes his head in disgust.

“Ew, oh my god, what the fuck, ew,” he says, spitting out little chewed up bits of nail onto the carpet with quick little thps of his tongue. “Why am I like this, god. Ew.” He wipes his lips and then frowns up at Taemin. “Next time don’t let me do that,” he pouts. Taemin snorts, amused, but taps his finger against Kibum’s cheek lightly as an okay. Maybe he’ll buy Kibum a chewy toy later.

“What were you anxious about this time, though?” he asks again. That’s important and he can’t forget it. Unless Kibum wants him to, in which case, he will. Kibum hesitates, fingers squishing his bottom lip, before he sighs and flops his arms out over his head.

“You know how,” he starts, “you don’t really like kissing?”

“Mmhmm,” Taemin hums. It’s weird and squishy and gets spit feel on him and the mushy smekkie noises are worse than eating noises in his ears. Kibum worries his top lip between his teeth, looking up at him but not saying anything, before Taemin frees his lip with gentle pokes. Then Kibum licks his lips and sighs again.

“I was thinking, like. I’ve always been really soft and gay about, like, my first kiss. Because I always wanted it to be, like, you know, perfect and romantic and warm and with the person I love the mostiest.” He flops his hand against Taemin’s chest as he says that last part, which Taemin takes to mean it’s him that Kibum loves the mostiest. Which makes sense, considering they’ve been together for, like, twelve years. He feels like something would be wrong if he wasn’t Kibum’s mostiest loved.

“And this whole time I’ve been, you know, fine and everything with not smooching you, like. It’s really not that big of a deal, I’m not that wild about kissing either, but. I don’t know.” He shrugs and plays with Taemin’s shirt collar. “I was wondering, if, maybe. You’d maybe kiss me? Just once?” He smiles hopefully as his fingers tap against Taemin’s collarbone. “It doesn’t even have to be a deep kiss, just, like.” He makes the tiniest smoochie noise to the air. “A little mwah,” he says. “It’s okay if you don’t wanna, I just. Figured I’d ask.” He shrugs again.

“Oh,” Taemin says. For all of the anxiety building up inside of his babe he’d figured it would’ve been something much bigger than that. As it is, he quirks his lips into a smile and squishes both of Kibum’s cheeks with one hand so his lips pucker. “Yeah, sure,” he says. He’ll give Kibum a little smoochie if it’ll make him feel warm and fuzzy and gay on the inside.

“What, really?” Kibum asks. Taemin smiles a little wider, amused.

“Yeah, that’s why I said yeah,” he says. “I don’t hate kissing, it’s just. Real gross. But I’ll give you a little peck so I can be your handsome and charming and romantic and incredible and perf--”

“Oh my god. Stop before I decide I don’t want a first kiss ever in my life,” Kibum says, but half of it comes out on breathy laughter. He lifts his hand to hover his hand over Taemin’s mouth to threaten silence, then slips it warmly around the back of his neck and into his hair. “Can we?” he asks, rubbing his thumb softly up and down. “Like, now?” he asks. “Real quick?”

“Oh, now?” Taemin asks. That’s a little sudden. “I was gonna say, like. If we’re staging it why don’t we go to the beach and kiss during the sunset or whatever? That’s romantic, right?” He wouldn’t call himself traditionally romantic but he still loves reading his trashy romance novels and beaches show up surprisingly often in them. Kibum gasps softly, his eyes looking at Taemin but seeing passed him, seeing some dramatically romantic scene that’s probably way more extra than Taemin was thinking of. After a moment he blinks clear and smiles wide.

“I knew I loved you for a reason,” he grins, moving both hands to squish Taemin’s face and jiggle his head a little bit. Taemin smiles back, proud.