*YOUR POV*

"So..." You trail off awkwardly, waiting for the boy in front of you to start talking.

Your sister and the boy's brother, Taeyoung, had to work on a project today so he came over as well. Unfortunately he had to bring his brother over as well. You didn't really know D.O, sure you've seen him at school, and sure you found him really cute, but you didn't ever talk to him. Until now.

D.O looks up from his phone but doesn't say anything. He raises his eyebrow questioningly and you clear your throat, trying to think of something to say. God, why did your sister tell Taeyoung to take D.O to your room? You had better things to do. Well, not really but still. You wouldn't have had to face the awkwardness that followed.

"I'm Y/N." You try, offering him a half-hearted smile.

"D.O." He says with a swift, acknowledging nod.

"You go to William Heights right?" You know the answer but you needed the conversation to keep going.

"Yea."

"Oh, I do too."

"Cool."
 

"Yea..." You sigh silently. This isn't going to work.

"Well, I'm going to go get some food. Do you want anything?" You ask politely getting up and standing at the door.

"Can I have some cookies or something?" He asks, looking at you hopefully. You can't help but laugh. This is his first complete sentence to you and it was about cookies.

"Sure, I'll be right back."

You take your time, trying to stall. You didn't know why he was being so distant. You put some cookies onto a plate and take it upstairs. Hopefully he'd talk now, even if it was only about stupid cookies.

As you open your door your mind registers that D.O wasn't on the beanbag like he was when you left. Your eyes dart around the room for a moment before you find him standing at the drawer in the corner.

You didn't like the drawer but your mom loved it and she loved the picture she put on top of it so you had no choice but to ignore it. As you take a step forward you notice D.O's looking at something in his hand. Your eyes widen and you can feel the heat forming in your cheeks when you realize what it is.

An embarrassing baby photo. Extremely embarrassing. Like sitting on the ground while crying, embarrassing.

You run over to D.O grabbing the photo from his hand. You put the plate on top of the dresser while you put the picture in the back pocket of your jeans.

"Wh-what were you doing?"

"I got bored." D.O shrugs, smirking at you.

"Can't you get bored somewhere else?" You start to get annoyed.

"Nope."

"You shouldn't have looked at my stuff." You accuse, narrowing your eyes.

"I can easily take that picture back." D.O noted while looking down at where you put the picture.

"What? No you-", you stop midsentence and gasp as you feel D.O's hand on your . Well, the back pocket of your jeans but it's still your .

You take a few steps back out of surprise and somehow you both end up on the bed. You shut your eyes to calm yourself from what just happened and when you open them again you see D.O's big brown mesmerizing eyes peering down at you. Just then you notice that his hand was still in his pocket.

"Uh your hand..." You trail off, not knowing what to say.

"Yea?"

"Your hand's still in my pocket." You avoid eye contact.

"I like it in there though." He says as his voice gets lower. This causes you to bite your lower lip.

Before you know it, D.O leans in and attaches his plump lips with yours. You moan and deepen the kiss. His hand, still in your pocket, squeezes your and you gasp, giving him the perfect opportunity to slip his tongue in. When he moans you slowly pull away. You didn't want to, but you do it anyways. He looks down at you really confused.

"Just a few minutes ago you were sitting there on that very beanbag, strongly disliking me.", You accuse him. D.O rolls his eyes while shaking his head.

"I didn't dislike you, silly. I was trying to think of how to impress the girl I'd been crushing on, since I was already in her room." he pauses and gives you a smirk, "did I impress her?"

"Hmm...I don't think just one kiss is going to impress her." You play along, giggling. Just as your lips were about to meet a second time, the door to your room opened and you heard Taeyoung's voice call out.

"Kyungsoo, we can go home now! Kyung-" Taeyoung's voice dies out and he looks bewildered at the scene in front of him. "Uh nevermind. I guess I can add some finishing touches. I'll...I'll just leave."

As soon as the door shuts again, D.O immediately starts leaning in again, finishing what he started.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:  Hiii lovelies, sorry that this one's kinda short. I keep running out of ideas ugh. It's really easy to send in a request in guys, I'm very bored :3

Anyways, as you may or may not have noticed, in my previous oneshots, I used "I" and wrote everything in first person P.O.V. In this one, I used "you", so it's basically in third person P.O.V. I'm not which is more effective so I'd really appreciate it if you can comment which one is better.

Would you prefer: First person (I, my) or third person (you, your) p.o.v?

Reminder: You're beautiful and ily :)