Prompt: First kiss with Yoongi
Word Count: 434
YA’LL I GUESS THIS IS MY BTS SCENARIO DEBUT
(it was originally gonna be a 10k angst, but I’ll save that for another special day HUEHUE) WHO DOESN’T LOVE A FLOOFY YOONGI AND AJKDAKJHUFGYERUHALER MERRY CHRISTMAS~~
He gently but purposefully pushed you against the wall with one hand, the other behind his back.
“Mmm, I read that Americans have this weird sort of tradition thing. There’s this evergreen plant that if two people are caught underneath it, they kiss.” He pulled a small plastic mistletoe from behind his back. He also flushed a little bit, cringing internally at himself. “I think it looks like this. Should we?”
Yoongi saw nervousness shroud your face. He stepped back a little. “O-oh, well, I mean…if you’re ok with it. I don’t know, I just…we’ve been together for a while, and I really wanna kiss you, but I don’t want to pressure you if you don’t want to.”
“No, it’s not that!” you quickly took his hand before he could get out of your reach. “I really wanna kiss you too but, ummm…well, it’s just that…I, I-I haven’t actually kissed anyone before? S-so I’m just afraid that I’ll mess it up, like…well, I can’t do it like on TV and stuff and I don’t wanna disappoint you or anything but-”
“Yah…” Yoongi cut in with a fond smile. He stepped closer again, narrowing the space between you. “It doesn’t have to be like on TV.”
“Y-yeah I know but-”
“It’s something you learn with lots of practice. And we can practice.”
Your face was heating up and you hoped he wouldn’t be able to feel the warmth radiating from your cheeks.
“You haven’t kissed anyone?”
You shook your head.
“Do you want me to be your first kiss?”
“Yes, I really do, but-”
He took your face in his hands and very softly pressed his lips against yours. The mistletoe tickled your ear but that was hardly any concern of yours. It happened quietly and quickly, and by the time you got over the initial shock, it was over. Yoongi looked at you with a shy smile.
“See? It doesn’t have to be all fancy. It can also be simple and sweet like that.”
“Can…can you, can we…again, it was really…”
He smiled and brushed your noses together.
“I-It was nice.”
“I would love to.”
He kept kissing you, small little pecks to your lips and your cheeks until both of you were giggling messes. He raised the little mistletoe above your head with a smile, resting his arm against the wall. He leaned in, taking your cheek in his other hand to tenderly rub his thumb against the side of your face before he kissed you again, softly but determined to make a point.
I love you.