zico/cnu, ~1100, g
The taxi will be at Block B's dorm in minutes. Zico walks him to the door, lingering close, as Shinwoo drags a coat on over his sweaty t-shirt and hoist his backpack onto his broad shoulder. He's even twitchier and more fast-paced than he's been all afternoon, which is saying a lot. Shinwoo doesn't mind letting him do most of the talking, but Zico is suddenly seeming anxious. His energy has obviously returned after how lethargic they both were right after two hours in the gym shooting hoops.
Zico stops him in the stairwell just before they hit the lobby, a hand on the door in front of Shinwoo to keep it closed. Shinwoo turns around. "There's windows out there, so I."
Shinwoo's eyebrow rises, waiting for it- whateve it s.
"I just wanted to say I had fun today," Zico says, his eyes suddenly soft. He glances down to Shinwoo's mouth, and Shinwoo licks his lips self-conciously. "I was looking forward to seeing you again and I know we're both busy, but you're even more fun in person than in texts, and I was hoping I could see you again soon."
"Yeah," Shinwoo says, smiling shyly. His stomach lifts and twist a little; direct compliments always making him a little uneasy, no mater how often he gets them, and this isn't the same things he hears every day (his shoulders, his eyesmile, his voice)- this is a little more personal, and from someone who's opinion matters to him a little more.
"-So I can kiss you goodnight, right?" Zico asks, and his thick eyebrows lift in the center hopefully.
Shinwoo blinks, eyes wide and mouth open.
He feels like he's been punched in the chest. Is that what had Zico so wound up all night? He feels like such an idiot- this had been a ate, his first real date in years, since he moved to Seoul, and he hadn't eve known
Zico glances back up from his mouth to his eyes.
God, he's all sweaty and his hair is up in a really stupid bun and if he'd known this was a date he'd probably have made an effort to wear something other than gym shorts and a t-shirt, ask Jinyoung if he can borrow a nice sweater or something. He feels like such a tool.
An Zico's still looking at him with all thi intent- he realizes he's more concerned with wanting to impress Zico than he is with the fact that a dude just asked to kiss him and for a moment he's wordless, overwhelmed, until a nervous laugh and a glace downwards break his silence.
A hand lands lightly on his hip. His stomach twists again, and when he looks up his eyes catch on Zico's lower lip, closer than ever now. They're the same height; their mouths hover centimetres apart.
He watches Zico's lips, pink and shining, form the words, "You're not stopping me."
"That's true," Shinwoo says, heart rate rabbiting. He can feel his pulse in his throat.
Zico laughs and leans in, and finally Shinwoo wills his hands to reach out, one on Zico's hip and the other against his chest. He's sweaty too; it feels good under his palm through the thin t-shirt, actually, warm and animal, and he smells salty and close and alive. Shinwoo's eyebrows kind of rise without his permission in a tiny nervous anticipatory smile.
"You're cute," Zico breathes, and Shinwoo feels it on his lips in the moment before their mouths meet. The kiss is impossibly gentle, skittish, soft, and Shinwoo feels all the hairs on his back and arms rise.
It's good. He's not processing too much at once here, a little overwhelmed, and there's enough adrenaline in his body to keep him up for the next few hours, but Zico's lips are slick and warm and Shinwoo finds himself opening a little, their heads moving together at opposite angles so Zico can press around Shinwoo's lower lip.
The hand on his hip rises to his waist. Shinwoo hasn't been kissed like this since high school.
A car horn honks outside.
Shinwoo laughs again, and Zico reluctantly steps back, hands dropping away. Shinwoo looks down, closes a fist around the one strap of his backpack on his shoulder.
"That's probably-"
"Yeah."
Zico steps back from the door, and when Shinwoo finally looks up at him, he's smiling dumbly, eyes vanished into slits. Shinwoo laughs shyly again, shaking his head, feeling like such an idiot.
"Can I call you?"
"Uh- Yeah," Shinwoo says, looking at Zico's chest and thinking about how it had just felt under his hand. He wants to move back in, feel his torso against his own, soak in some of that sweaty body heat. He can still smell him, even standing a foot apart now.
"Yeah?" Zico says, a cocky smirk crossing his face again. He's holding Shinwoo's gaze. "Or Uhhh yeah'?"
"Yeah," Shinwoo confirms, flicking his bangs out of his eyes with a warm smile and hooking a thumb into his belt loop just to have somewhere to put his hand that wasn't on Zico's body.
"Okay, I will. Now go," Zico says, pulling the door open. Shinwoo steps out but Zico hangs back in the stairwell, watching him cross the lobby and out the door toward the taxi.
Shinwoo feels like he's floating as he gives the driver his address; his chest is puffed up with pride and warmth and his lips are still slick with from Zico's. He touches them gently in the back seat and thinks about all the cute, encouraging things he could've said that he didn't because he was too busy choking on his tongue.
He pulls his phone out, opening a new text and addressing it to Zico. He's not sure what to put in it, though. "Thanks"? "I had fun, too"? Everything seemed awkwardly belated or just... or just awkward, actually. Flirting isn't really his forte; he's been told he comes off a little greasy when he tries. It's probably for the best he didn't know this was a date.
His phone buzzes in his hand.
He looks down to find Zico's name on the message alert and smiles as he opens it.
"Sorry I talked so much today," t reads Shinwoo bites his lip as he scrolls through it."In the future I want to hear more from you, but I talk very fast when I get nervous. I'm ve~~~ry happy you let me kiss you. If I asked you to call me to say goodnight when you go to bed, would that be too much? I want to hear your voice. Anyway, I hope you liked today as much as I did. If you don't call me: Sleep well, charming boy!!!"