another anon

The moment he met you he was stuck on you, seeing you as he came over to Wooyoungs for dinner the first time. He was young then, he thought the feeling would go away with time.

But he saw how you looked at him the same way.

As you both got older it just got worse, turning into him desperately trying to hide his interest when Wooyoung mentioned anything that had to do with you.

Everyone just thought Yeosang really liked Wooyoungs family, which technically wasn't wrong. He did love his family and how you all were together. He just also happened to really like seeing how you were... all the time.

Neither of you were surprised when it all came to a head.

All of them gathered in Wooyoung, Hongjoong, and Jongho's dorm as they got ready to go out. Yeosang was content with his pregame seltzer, leaning against the entrance to the hallway as he watched Yunho and Mingi debate over what to drink next. Wooyoung hummed as he left the bathroom, going to his room before groaning loudly.

Yeosang turned, following the sound with San on his heels.

"Y/nnn," Wooyoung whined as he pulled on his closet door. Your make up was spread across his dresser, the clothes you were wearing when you came scattered over his bed. Yeosang felt his back straighten, the can in his hand denting slightly in his grip as he tried to focus on his friend.

"Give me a minute!" your muffled voice came from the other side of the door Wooyoung was now kicking lightly.

He blocked out the thought that was immediately brought to the forefront of his mind. If this was his dorm. If your clothes were scattered in the same manner but over his bed, and you definitely weren't blocked from his view with a closet door.

He took a steadying breath, San sending him a glance as he stepped into the room.

"Is she stuck?" he asked, walking up to the door behind Wooyoung.

"No I'm not!" you called again, loud shuffling following. "I'm changing and he's impatient!"

"But my shoes are in there," he whined again. He stumbled as the door opened abruptly. Yeosang couldn't see you still, but he could feel you looking at Wooyoung with the look you always gave him when he was acting like a child.

"You need to work on your patience," he saw your hand ruffle his hair. "No one would believe you're older than me if they heard you whine," you laughed.

Wooyoung pushed your hands away, turning his head to make a face at you as he side stepped you into the closet. San laughed, patting Wooyoung's back as he leaned down.

"She's right you know." He laughed as Wooyoung swatted at him and grabbed his shoes.

Yeosang said nothing

He felt like all the air in the room had suddenly vanished.

When Wooyoung moved out of the way you pulled your hair over your shoulder, raking your fingers through it and looking in the body mirror across the room. You let out a hum of satisfaction at San's agreement with you, leaning down to grab the pair of heels at the end of the bed.

You weren't in something he’d expected you would be in for a night out, or at least something he assumed someone your age would normally where.

A shirt that fell of the shoulder with flowing sleeves, a necklace sitting gently on your collar bone, your heels fitting snuggly under boot cut jeans. He could see the stars you had drawn on the hip as you adjusted your heel.

Finally you looked up, a loose strand of hair falling over your face as you met his eyes.

You gave him a smile, something hiding behind it he knew all too well. It was the same thing hiding behind his own smile as he nodded at you.

You looked away, riffling through your make up bag on the dresser. Yeosang let out a breath, eyes scanning the room for anything that wasn't the gentle dip in your back as you leaned on the dresser and looked into the mirror above it. You dabbed at your lips, eyes catching his in the mirror again for a moment before Wooyoung's arm draped over him.

"If you're gunna crush your can do it over the sink dude!" He pulled him out complaining, Yeosang finally noticing how he had half crushed the can in his hand. The seltzer was spilling into the top when he finally relaxed his hand.

"Y/n hurry up! Were leaving soon!" Wooyoung called as Yeosang sent one more look back at his bedroom door. You hummed an acknowledgement as he heard you walking around again.

He bit the inside of his cheek, taking a sharp breath before downing the rest of the can. Wooyoung looked at him wide eyes, Mingi laughing as they reentered the kitchen.

"What's gotten into you?"

"It's a pregame isn't it?" Yoesang muttered, grabbing another can.

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Yeah so maybe this wasn't the best idea.

After getting to the club and a couple too many shots you were desperate to dance, finally getting out from Wooyoungs over bearing stare.

You happily went to the floor against his protests when he pushed Yeosang towards you.

“She’s not gunna listen to me that it’s to crowded over there, can you talk some sense into her? She listens to you,” Wooyoung begged. Yeosang hesitated at first, relenting quickly when he almost lost sight of you. He jogged to catch up to you, grabbing your wrist.

You whipped around, expecting your brother to be dragging you back.

Instead you were pleasantly surprised to meet Yeosangs worried face.

“Come back please, there’s to many people,” he raised his voice over the music and you still barely heard him.

“Oh come on it’s not that bad,” you smiled and tugged him into the crowd.

It was long before you realized your mistake.

You did your best not to push into him more than you already were, someone pushing you impossibly closer from behind. They had overloaded the club tonight, the air stuffy with body heat and smoke. The smell of alcohol radiated from the people around you as you fought to find a small open spot in the crowd, any way to escape where you were now.

Yeosang was sufficating even from across the room, but him being this close to you... so close that you could feel his heart beat and his unsteady breathes...

You were driving yourself crazy as you tried to ignore it.

Yeosang wasn't fairing any better, only joining you to try and keep you from getting crushed. Now he might as well be the one crushing you as the crowd pushed you both closer than you thought possible.

Finally you looked up at him, a pleading look in your eyes as the lights danced of your skin. Yeosang felt his heart pick up, his breathing hitch. You glanced down at his chest, music blaring in your ears and buzz filling your head from one too many shots.

You don't know when you got so close to that dark corner in the back of the room. You don't know when you decided you couldn't take the lack of distance, you don't even know when you made the decision in your head that tonight would be it.

Tonight would be when you both threw out whatever stupid idea of respect for each other out the window.

Yeosang's hand drifted up your side, sending shivers from where his fingers grazed. He felt you gasp, eyes wide as your gaze stayed on his face.

Slowly he worked up to your jaw, moving back until he covered the back of your neck. Another push from the crowd and you were against the wall, Yeosang's free arm resting against it by your head.

You could smell the lemon and tequila on his breath. His pupils were blown as they looked at you, looking over your face for any sign of disapproval.

You felt your face flush, sobering in seconds at the look he was giving you.

You could see his resolve crumbling by the second as the music swelled, his face holding a storm of emotions that you were sure mirrored your own.

You felt your chest rising and falling faster, his eyes falling from your own to your lips.

"Yeo..." you didn't say it loud enough to be heard over the music or crowd as they now sang along with the DJ. He watched your lips move and felt something snap.

The last who knows how many years of ignoring and fighting how he felt when he saw you rushed into him at once. Every time you had walked passed him and grazed your arm with his. Every time he sat a little too close.

Every time you both looked at each other at the same time, looks charged with something neither of you could let surface.

All of it was thrown out in seconds.

Your hands grabbed at his collar just as his tilted your head up. His lips crashed onto yours, desperation and need practically pouring out of him the moment he got to you.

It wasn't what you thought it would feel like. You always thought if this ever did happen it would be slow, maybe in a quite living room with something sweet leading up to it. You never thought that it would be so... heated.

Both of your couldn't get enough of the other, your hands tangling in his hair as he cupped the back of your neck and waist. He pulled you full against him, your back arching against the wall as you felt his neck vibrate with noises you couldn't hear.

His teeth grazed your bottom lip and you gasped, his eyes fluttering slightly to see your surprised reactions. He smiled against you, nipping at your lip before swallowing whatever noise you tried to make.

You molded to his kiss perfectly, as if you were made for him. He was sure you were as you let go of his head and wrapped your arms around his neck. He straightened, pulling you with him and backing you flat against the wall. His hands fell down your sides, grabbing under your thighs as you wrapped your legs at his hips.

No one even blinked in your direction, shadows falling over the corner you two took up and the music so loud it almost covered the sound of your heart thudding in your chest.

Almost.

You could still hear it rushing in your ears as he lifted you, the cool wall hitting your lower back making you jump.

You felt him smile again at the reaction, feeling the hum he let out rather than hearing it. You separated for a moment, finally opening your eyes to see him. Low light bounced off his back, making him look like he was glowing.

If it wasn't for the look in his eyes you would have said he looked like an angel. But that look... oh god.

It was like he was ready to devore you in one bite.

You cupped his jaw and dove back into him, feeling the rush of air he let out as your lips met again.

He squeezed your thighs, pushing into you as if it would ground him at least a little. He felt like he was flying, every movement you made sending shocks down his spine.

You barely remember him putting you back to the floor.

You hardly even glanced at your brother when Yeosang muttered some excuse to take you home, how he passed as normal completely beyond you.

You barely remember him pulling you out the door and calling a cab.

You don't remember how you even got through the door to your apartment with his hands roaming all over you.

But you remember every touch, every burning kiss he left on you that night, every sound he let out like music to your ears.

Yeosang doesn't think he would ever forget a moment, a mix of pure bliss that he was finally on you and throwing every concern about who's sister you were out the window.

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"Mmm," Yeosang smiled before he was even fully awake at the sound. You turned under his arm, tucking your face into his chest. He felt you take a deep breath, curling further into him.

He tucked his arm under your waist, rolling you on your back and him on top of you. You let out a whine, fidgeting under him as he tucked himself into the crook of your neck.

"Yeo~" you freed your arms and wrapped them around him, patting at him like that would get him off you. "I can't breath."

"Yes you can," his tired voice came muffled from your neck, vibrating against your skin. "You like this don't lie."

You sighed, finally giving up and relaxing under him. You could feel him smile against you as you did.

You took a breath, recalling what happened in the last 24 hours and letting out a laugh at yourself. What were you gunna do now.

"It’ll be fine," Yeosang read your mind as he propped himself up on his arms, caging you in as he stared down at you. His hair was an absolute mess, sticking up every which way, his chest littered with red and purple marks.

"It's creepy when you read me like that," you mutter, turning away from him before you started something again. He laughed, coming down to put a light kiss to your cheek.

"Been doing it for years, I can't just stop now," he hummed against your cheek. You smiled, looking back to him as you wrapped your arms around his neck. He let you drag him back down, arms wrapping around your waist. You laughed as he pinched your side, not ready to get out of bed and face reality.

And completely missing the sound of your phone—lost on the floor somewhere in your clothes— vibrating with Wooyoung's name on the screen.

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To be continued?

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