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a lightweight. the word applies in too many ways to not feel some measure of shame as myungsoo makes his way to his bed from the threshold of his room. his gifted bottle of soju remains attached to his lips, spilling burning liquid down his throat as his eyes flick idly from wall to wall.
that was a bad idea. on far too many levels, heâd wanted to be touched â just perhaps not in front of one stranger and one very dear friend â and the opportunity had presented itself in such a way that he couldnât say no.
but the tingling of heat upon his skin is worth it, he thinks, taking a seat on the edge before unzipping his suit and tugging the leather off his shoulders. great. great. his self-imposed distance with the majority of the female population (save for the occasional, one-night fling in the city) is coming back to bite him in the ass.
he finishes the bottle in a record four minutes, before seeking out a pack left behind by the roomâs previous occupant. (myungsoo doesnât drink â but the situation seems to call for it, even as he contemplates the ever-familiar pooling of repressed emotion gradually emerging.)
by time he hears the knock, the male is pleasantly buzzed â half-naked and all too willing to abandon his post and walk to the door, pulling it open to peer through the crack. he recognizes her voice with ease, lips curving lightly.
âsos?â
something in him thrums in anticipation the moment his eyes land on hers.
myungsoo opens the door wider.
âwhatâs the emergency?â
without being wholly prepared, mentally and emotionally, naeun finds herself more than a little caught off guard by the sight presented to her once the door to room 802 opened. skin. skin. skin. skin. skin.
the gods are on her side tonight.
naeun makes sure to take a good long lookâto burn the memory of exposed skin into her mindâbefore finally turning her attention up to the maleâs face, tongue flicking out over her lower lip absently as she grins.
ânow youâre just fucking with me.â the mutant releases some sort of chortle, decidedly holding up the phone before her priorities shift completely as she waves the electronic before him. âyou left your phone back there, oârevealing x-men.â the teasing lilt in her voice is hard to ignore even as she shifts to offer him the phone, eyes twinkling impishly as she leans her head to the side slightly.
âyou should give me something in reward for dragging my ass all the way up here to return it.â as per usual sheâs bold, even more impulsive with the influence of alcohol, as she takes a decisive step forward, eyes lowering to the dip in his collarbones before honing in on the expanse of his chest.
âa drink or somethingâŠâ her lips curve coyly though her words are anything but, âanother chance to touch that ass works too.â













