Warning: borderline ; please do not read if you are uncomfortable

Reposting because I was not very satisfied with the first draft!

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He’s not even focusing on the movie.

For the nth time that night, you rolled your eyes and finally, decided to take matters into your own hands. Snatching up the remote control that lay between the both of you, the television went dead with a burst of static as you aggressively punched the button. You then turned to face Dowoon with a huff, your arms crossed in front of your chest as you watched him through narrowed eyes.

“Y/N, why did you turn off the television? We were watching it halfway…”

“Just based off your lacklustre response, I can already tell that you’re not even paying attention to it right from the start. What’s wrong Dowoon?”

“Nothing is wrong…” With hesitation, his eyes travelled up the length of your body slowly before settling on your face. But the moment he made eye contact with you, he snapped his head to the front to avert his gaze from you, the tips of his ears turning red now.

He played with his nails as a way to avoid the tension in the air, but something was clearly bothering him – and seeing him so bothered made you soften.

With a soft sigh, you rose from your position and padded lightly across the carpet towards him. You stood right in front of him, hoping to get his attention. But he defied all expectations and simply kept his head down, with no intention to move at all.

Fine.

Kneeling down, you gently placed a hand on his knees as you used the other to make him look at you. Responding to your touch, he finally lifted his eyes to meet yours as you caressed his cheek with your thumb. With a feather’s touch, he wrapped his fingers around your wrist and leaned into your touch.

“Dowoon, really, is anything wrong? Are you sick or- ”

You were abruptly cut off mid-sentence when Dowoon pressed a kiss to your wrist, and you in a sharp breath at the sudden close contact. Lips never leaving the delicate skin of your wrist, he mumbled against it, the movement of his lips and the vibrations of his voice tickling you slightly.

“Nothing’s wrong – really. Just lie down with me?”

That was the shared code for cuddling and you nodded before you felt yourself being lifted off the ground and onto the sofa. Amidst the twisting and turning to find a comfortable position to cuddle in, Dowoon somehow ended up hovering on top of you. Whilst it was the first time that both of you were in such a…compromising…position, it wasn’t the close proximity that caught you your attention.

It was the look in his eyes. And the way he was looking at you.

Still, the look wasn’t entirely foreign. Admittedly, you’ve seen it on display a few times this week. It was the look that he gave you when he stared at you for prolonged periods of time – when he couldn’t even look you in the eye in the past. It was the look that he gave you when he kissed your knuckles repeatedly this week – when he couldn’t even hold your hands in public in the past without blushing.

And now, it was this exact look at he was giving you when you are pinned underneath him, extremely vulnerable and exposed.

You understood everything clearly now. Dowoon craved your touch, and he was bothered by his desire for intimacy with you; an intimacy that both of you had never threaded in before in the course of your relationship. Lo and behold, his next words confirmed your suspicions.

“I thought it would go away…”

To make him less nervous, you decided to play along.

“What was supposed to go away?”

“This…weird…feeling…”

“What weird feeling?”

In a bid to help him loosen up, you slid your hands up his biceps before locking them behind his neck as your fingers played with the short, cropped hair at the nape of his neck. Dowoon’s words get lost in his throat because your movements were very comforting, and they were lulling Dowoon into a state of bliss – even though it was also intensifying the feeling that he had been trying to desperately to shake off. Unconsciously, he pressed his body closer to yours, wanting to get closer to you. Just the slight brush of skin against skin set his senses on fire, and he clenched his fists that were resting by the side of your head in order to prevent his hands from wandering to places where they shouldn't, but wanted to. Without much thought, he voiced his thoughts.

“Y/N-ah, your actions are making things worse…It’s getting harder to restrain myself…”

But you knew he regretted what he said when you saw the tips of his ears burst into flames.

“I’m sorry Y/N, forget that I ever said that. I’m weird right?”

“No, you’re not weird. You think you’re weird because you think that you’re the only one feeling this way.”

“Huh?”

This time round, it was Dowoon’s turn to be confused by your sudden change in behaviour and you had to resist the urge to kiss him senseless; those pi