bring me in

“that’s cute– thanks.”

“i mean, i live to please.”

“thats 3000% different.”

“really? pray, tell, what’s the difference.”

“she’s capable, but i’m bloodthirsty.”

“you’re scary is what you are.”

“nothing– i’m not the one with piercings.”

“your ears are pierced.”

A soft laugh escaped her lips when she felt his press against her neck. At this point it was already a familiar feeling for Yerin, but it was rarely this tenderly. At least when she thought about it. It seemed to her that this version of him, the one who pulled her tightly into him and just wanted her to know that no matter what they did, she would always be safe with him, only came out when it was just the two of them together. “Of course I trust you,” she said quietly, looking into his eyes once she spoke. Yerin had never expected to see this side of him, sometimes she wondered if he was even fully aware of it each time, though it seemed like moments like these were beginning to happen more and more often. Her smile widened when she heard him laugh. “Am I really getting brownie points for this, Kisu?” Yerin joked, shaking her head. “What kind of pain, though? Or at least, with which one of us? Because I’d like to get in on this if I wasn’t already included.”

“i trust you too,” he replied, adjusting so he could tangle his limbs with hers even more, wrapping himself around her like an overly affectionate koala. skinship and cuddling and things like that had always been things he’d found stupid and not worth it, until he’d started getting closer to yerin. he shrugged, resting his forehead up against hers. “depends. i dunno-- i’m versatile. i usually like to dom, but you know, if you wanted to, that’d be pretty fucking hot.”

“are you kidding? youre one of the worsts.”

“i have quirks but i don’t make a mess with them-- donny’s the one who needs supervision, and he’s not even in our room!”

“longer than how much time you’ll have left if you piss yerin off.”

“i won’t. and she’s capable of handling me on her own if need be-- don’t worry.”

“you’re just mad because your nipple piercings are keeping you from experiencing love.”

“what is wrong with you.”

“Tanks can lose. I’m gonna prove it.”

“you’re not wonder woman.”

“Nah. And I’m not even gonna pull the ‘I’m not the smallest because Sam is short as fuck’ card because he’s a tank but I’m still gonna beat all your asses.”

“well, see, you just said it. sam is a tank. we all know he’ll win.”

“don’t hurt the messenger. okay, so what’s the elementary and high school kinks then?”

“ummmmm,” he leaned back in his chair. “you ever tried tying someone up? because that’s fun.”

Yerin could only let out a laugh as she felt his arms wrap around her tighter and lift her into his lap, though at that point she already shouldn’t be surprised by his actions. She tilted her head when he started speaking, soon settling on resting it on his shoulder as she looked up at him. “Yeah, I know,” Yerin said softly, leaning closer into him. “I wouldn’t be doing any of this stuff if I didn’t trust you, Kisu… I want to try all of this,” she continued, before laughing quietly again. “You seem like a pretty good person to try it with.” For what seemed like the first time in forever, Yerin could feel her cheeks redden slightly from embarrassment, however faint it was. “Maybe,” she replied, a smile creeping across her face slowly. “I mean, I feel like you made this one a little easy for me with your piercings, but you seem like you might be into stuff with pain.”

he hummed happily, kissing her neck and pulling her even closer to his chest, if that were even possible. “i’m glad you trust me. i want you to trust me,” he told her earnestly. so what if he was acting out of character? he seemed to do that a lot in yerin’s presence, and he wasn’t about to think too much about that. ryukji had given him a lot to think about, and really, he’d rather just live in the moment. and with her in his lap, in the moment seemed like a pretty great place to be. kisu laughed, shrugging. “well, i did make it easy for you. but you get points for guessing right anyway.”

“uh, loads of people call you daddy so there’s been a natural assumption you’re into daddykink - just to name the most obvious one. oh and a bit of muscle worship here and there.”

“oh please-- daddy shit is hardly a kink, and if it is, it’s like....a pre-school entry level kink. it doesn’t even count anymore.”

“commitment to a career is different than commitment to a partner, kisu– cut the crap,” she answered offhandedly, waving him off and rolling her eyes. “jesus christ, kisu– just because i know about what you get up to doesn’t mean i want to fucking hear about it. i am both your boss and you maternal figure, and i don’t know which position is weirder to tell this shit too,” she told him, suppressing laughter. “maybe you should talk to her about it. she’s the one involved. if things are going to go deeper, she’ll need to be on board too?” ryukji pointed out. “i don’t know, and i literally have no desire to ever know. or to ever hear about it again. i made a mistake opening up this particular can of worms and i recognize that now.”

“both are committing-- i don’t see the difference,” he argued, rolling his eyes and slumping back in the chair. “hey, you totally asked for it, this isn’t on me. remember? when i came in and you started asking me about shit, i said that i didn’t want to tell you because it was a little graphic, but you insisted, and look at us now. this is all your fault, ryukji. don’t pin this on me.” she shrugged, flexing and unflexing his hands into fists, mostly to distract himself. “i mean, i guess. i don’t like talkin about things.” he grinned. “you’re damn right you did. this is all on you.”