muses, choi chanhee x gender neutral reader. content, like his mother said — ah, young love. word count, five hundred ninety two. pantone, fluff / bff to lovers. mona likes, for @changminurheart !! sorry moomin if this is far from what you wanted, i tried my best 😭 taglist, @stealanity and @mingkii ( yes i now have a permanent taglist! )
pink looks pretty on chanhee.
“it does!” is the first thing the two of you bicker over once you meet in his back garden.
he groans when you lay yourself on top of him, refusing to roll off until he agrees. to this, he tries to pry you off and call for his mother, but to no avail. the kind old woman is enjoying where she is, standing at the backdoor while she watches the two of you.
“ah, young love.” she mutters, right before she shuts the door to let you two have your privacy.
a few more minutes pass by, with a little play wrestling in between, before a compromise is made. the two of you lie upon the freshly mowed lawn, elbows bumping against each other, while you watch the clouds together.
or so it seems. in reality, you’re watching your best friend, but you don’t think it’s obvious—
a chuckle fills the atmosphere, “stare any harder and you’ll burn holes in my head.”
your face heats up, you didn’t think he would notice. yet, you still try to play it off with a scoff, “as if i’d stare at you.”
chanhee hums, saying nothing after, and you chew your bottom lip. you hope you won’t come off as too strong for what’s about to happen next.
“hee, could you do me a favor?” confused, he lies on his side to look at you, brow arched.
he nods, prompting you to continue with a lopsided smile, “could i make your heart rate go up a little faster?”
it’s chanhee’s turn to splutter, the tips of his ears as flushed as the shade of his hair. the young man won’t admit it, but he wanted to ask the same thing to you.
“and how do you plan on doing that?” he innocently questions.
he leans in a little closer, and you do the same. there’s only a sliver of space between the two of you, and neither dare to move. because it’s a test — to see who would break first.
spoiler alert: you lost. three years of obvious pining, the fine line of best friends and lovers, broken so easily. just by whispering, “like this.”
and before he can even prepare for it, your lips are on his.
the two of you kiss tentatively, unsure if this is real. but once reality dawns, it melts into a wave of tenderness, and his hands are bracing your waist to pull you on top of him.
by the time either of you pull away, your cheeks are bathed in a rosy glow, just like your shyly grinning lips. he titters again, though a little more bashful, and draws circles on your sides.
“is it clear that being just friends doesn’t work for me anymore?” you ask, fingers fumbling with the ends of his coral dyed hair.
he pretends to think, “mm, i think that was a good sign for me.”
“then what if i asked you on a date, and maybe even more. would you take that kiss as an example of the benefits you will receive?”
without skipping a beat, chanhee nods and watches you grin stretch from ear to ear. injected with excitement, you pull him in for a second time. the kiss is chaste, but it still leaves him blushing wildly like a fool.
“cutie,” you coo, giggling as he scrunches his nose from distaste. “you are!”
yeah, you still believe that pink looks pretty on your best friend. and now, you’re sure another thing shall look pretty on him — love.