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Hongjoong

He chuckles. "I'm not kneeling for anyone." "No?" you crook your head to the side, stepping closer- your hands fiddling with the collar of his shirt.

"No." he grins cocky and so over himself. He's so close, his breath hits against your lips. "What a pity..." you pout, sigh and graze your lips against his "Would have liked to see that." "Yeah, sad for you that's not happening." "Utterly shameful." you breathe and slowly pull him in for a kiss.

His hands grab your sides as you press yourself closer to him. For a few seconds he thought you'd trick him into getting him to kneel. But the way you press yourself against him- pull him close-; they way you gasp for air between the kisses--. No, you're not tricking him, he realizes eventually and gives in. Giving more of him. Pulling you closer, kissing you deeper-! But that is exactly what you had waited for.

Your kiss stays deep, as your hands wander to his shoulders, before biting that lower lips of his and taking the moment of surprise when he gasps, to push him down at his shoulders and take a step away from him.

He sits on the floor- gasping, fingers touching his stinging lip, maybe even tasting a bit of blood as he looks up to you. Oh... Oh darling he is sooo offended. So offended that you managed to trick him!

"Now look at that." you grin cocky and triumphant. "Kim Hongjoong, on his knees for me." "Really?" he smiles that very one smile where he bites on his lower lip, while adjusting himself on his knees. "Told you, it would be shameful if I missed that." His head crooks to the side, eyes dark, darting, burning as he grabs the side of your thighs and pulls your closer again "Mean tricks is all you got." he hisses through his teeth, his fingers pressing hard. "I do." you smile sweet and run your hand through his hair, slightly tucking at the roots "You wanna see more of them?"

That spark in his eyes at your question. Oh what a lucky man on his knees he is....

(that one damned smile from @swirlingdebris O )

Seonghwa

Something between a mouth gaping open and a- laugh? Did you really just ask him to do that?

His tongue runs over his lower lip. He's surprised but also impressed. It's kind of cute of you, actually. The way you keep your guard, as if you could make him do it.

He frames your face with both of his hands, before he pulls you in for a kiss. Gently first. Then, deeper. Shit... He's such a good kisser. Just this one kiss- oh such a good kiss, that you've almost forgotten everything on your mind, as he asks "You really want me to kneel?" "Uh-huh." you nod, already drunk by the touch of his lips- by the smile they carry.

"Okay then." he grins and lowers on his knees. His eyes never letting go of you. He looks up to you. Waits. But you? Oh sweety, you look down at him and have no idea what intentions you had before; Only what you want now. And he knows. Oh damn he knows. He hides the big smile, but his eyes glimmer so beautiful and- You bow down. Your hands wrapping around his neck and pulling him in for another kiss- finding yourself on your knees now as well too- Pressing yourself against him.

Seonghwa smiles and pulls you in as well. Everything you had in mind- All forgotten. But it's okay. You can try again. And again. And again... And somewhere along the way, maybe Seonghwa will remind you that you had some intentions, before a kiss, a touch or a just a look of him seduces you to follow what he wants.

Yunho

He can't believe you just told him to do that. Not asked, but told. His head crooks to the side, eyes slightly narrowed- Darting and daring. Tongue pressed against the inside of his cheek Oh that's how you wanna play? Sure, alright...

He takes your chin between his fingers and forces you to keep your look on him. His gaze is so intense. He moves closer challanging- staring you down until he finds that little wince of you: A blink with your eyes, a hitch of your breath- whatever.

Only then, he will lower himself down. His eyes never letting go of you. Forcing you to look at him- all attention- all mindspace of you- it is all on him.

When he's below you, only then he will let go of your chin. You won't look anywhere else. He knows it. You both know, that although he is the one kneeling-; With that subtle and charming smirk on his lips- With his dark eyes- With your chest heaving and your eyes being so lost in him; You both know who is actually in charge.

Yeosang

When you tell him to kneel, his first reaction is Did I hear that right?, before blinking a bit perplex. His eyes narrow as you don't correct your wording- Reads your face, but you don't give him anything.

You wait. But he doesn't move. Neither does he say anything. Therefore, you try again. Your fingers grazing softly along the side of his neck, down to his chest -your chin low, as you raise your gaze and look at him through your lashes with a gentle "Please?"

He smiles and chuckles flustered. Can't resist you asking so sweet. He kneels down. Straightens his posture with a deep inhale and looks up to you.

That look of his- For a moment you can't recognize what it is. His eyes so open and focused. Earnest. Everything about him is: Shoulders broad, hands flat on his thighs, chin slightly risen.

It's not submission. It's devotion. Like a knight waiting for an order, to make sure you are well. Because that is all that matters to him. You.

San

"Kneel?" his jaw drops for a second. "You want me to kneel?" "Yes." you smile shy, your cheeks heating up and he realizes. "Is this the first time you're asking someone to do this?" You nod and your cheeks heat up even more.

Oh gosh you are so cute, he cannot handle it. He takes your face in his hands and nudges his nose against yours "You want Me to kneel for you?" he asks again, all cute and absolutly smitten. "San..." you blush. "You are so cute." he kisses you sweet and gentle, encouring, before leaning away. "Everything you want." taking your hands in his and kneeling down right in front of you. "Tell me what you have in mind."

Somehow you can't bring yourself to say it. But you don't have to. He pulls you closer, reminding you "It's okay." and lets go of your hands, but only to run them up your legs and grab the side of your hips. His head rests against your crotch, where you feel heat rising up. Your chest starting to heave. Your heart stopping, as he looks up to you with those sweet, sweet pouting eyes- sweet as his voice "I think I know what you want." His hands grasping along the waistband of your pants "And I think you would like to take these off, so I can show you what you like."

Mingi

"Why?" he asks confused. Not that he wants to refuse, but it came out of nowhere, which confused him.

"Please kneel down for me, Mingi." you ask, soft but confident.

As you wish, so he does. He kneels down, still a bit confused- but then you run a hand through his hair and Ohh... He loves it so much when you do that.

He closes his eyes, leans into your touch. So soft. First. But then it gets firmer. Your hand runs to the back of his neck, along his jaw and grabs his chin. His eyes open up and look at you, even before you have to tell him to. Oh what a good boy he is.

Big, dark orbits looking at you, seeking, almost pleading at you. The want in his eyes- his mouth slightly open- rising his chin even more for you. Waiting. Anticipating. Adoring-- No. Worshipping...

Whatever you have in mind- whatever you will tell him to do, he will do it. He will do everything for you.

Wooyoung

Those words are honey to his ears. They bring the biggest, brightest grin grows on his face. His eyes are sparkling, as he does not hesitate to follow your words.

He lowers down on his knees, smooth -almost eagerly, not breaking eye-contact once. "I bet that's a sight for you isn't it?" not able to hold back his excitement as he looks up to you from below. "What do you got in mind? What do you want me to do? What will You do to me?"

You know Wooyoung, but "You seem more fine in this postion than I expected." you admit.

"Oh Love, I'm more than fine down here." he smiles so sweet and cocky. "Show me what you got." his hands grasping to reach you, his chin lifted, asking, daring-! "Show me, I can handle it. Give it to me. Give me all of it. I'll do it."

Jongho

He heard your words, very clear, but- just looks at you. Eventually, he crosses his arms and sits down with a sigh. Taking place all calm and sooo relaxed, while you still stand there.

"No." he eventually says, so, so casually "No I'm good. If you want one to kneel so bad, do it yourself."

You cannot believe this. You, can, not, believe this. You stare it him. "You want me to kneel?"

"I think You want to kneel." Again, his voice is so calm and relaxed and casual...You cannot let this slide.

You step right in front of him and stare him down. He holds your gaze. Holds it. Holds it, with this confident calm face and a smile so sublte you could miss it. Not moving, only staring at you. Staring into you. Your knees getting weaker and- And you become the one to slowly kneel down in front of him. And because it's you, he isn't even cocky about it. He is just smitten. Smiling sweet and soft. Cradling your jaw with one hand. "You look way much better doing that, don't you think?"

You nod. A heavy breath escapes him as his eyes stay on you. His fingertips caressing your chin- "Now..." he sighs "What shall I do with you?"

Hongjoong

Hongjoong. A man who is all boss! And control -something he has in common with Yeosang. Only that Hongjoong is more perverted.

This man constanly stressed, so don't you dare take away those moments of pleasure he has just with himself. It's a necessity sometimes, but he surely enjoys it. I mean who doesn't enjoy it but for Hongjoong it is indulgence.

He is a man of sounds (obviously), but also visuals. He likes watching and or listenting to something to get off. Of course there are moments where he needs a quicker release, but he pretty much never does that. He wants to enjoy. He likes putting on a little show, just for himself -not as much as Mingi, but we'll get to that later.

Hongjoong is vocal. He mumbles, he whines, he hisses to, because and for himself; He is a tease, even to himself. His hand gently -at first, starting at his balls, before his hand would start stroking his dick; Or maybe he uses both hand, depending on how impatient he is that day. But no mater any impatience- Be sure: He is gonna watch. He'd not just use is pre -squeezing it out of the tip; He'd also very likely spit on it. He likes a pretty mess.

( @lee-omens-fics I'm so not okay HELP)

Seonghwa

Seonghwa is sensual, sexy and considerate. He'd rather have the whole place (not just his room) all to himself, to be alone alone. He wants the quiet. He wants to know this is His time, where he can enjoy the moment all to himself.

On stage he can be veryyy sexy. Provocative. And although he enjoys those moments on stage- Pleasing himself alone is something else. He doesn't want his mates to hear him in this intimate moments.

Is he messy? Rather not. He is careful to spill nothing anywhere hard to clean. Doesn't mean he won't be sensual about it. He'll take it slow. It depends what he wants and which need he'll feed with himself.

Hands, roaming over his skin, slowly, tenderly and sweet. Hands, craving over his skin, digging into the flesh.

Fingers, grazing over his lips. Dipping into his mouth so gentle. Fingers, wrapping around his neck. Lingering.

Stroking himself gently. Stroking himself hard. Head fallen back. Whimpers escaping, but only a few. Only as he's close he, his grip, will become a bit harsher.

(I feel like even 'jerking off' looks like art with Seonghwa)

Yunho

When it comes to getting off on his own and very much alone- Yunho is more of a practical man. Quite impulsive, if he gets horny and has the moment to do it, he'll be quick at it.

Right into a tissue, to easily clean up the mess and immediatly get back at what he was doing before? Absolutly.

Getting himself off alone, is very different to Yunho than being with someone. There is no thrill for him, jerking off alone. The most he'd do while working himself for a quick release is holding tight onto his shirt, maybe even biting on it with his teeth. He keeps the volume down in those moment.

However tho!

If Yunho has someone on his mind; If he likes them but they are not on the level to be this intimate with another yet- or to even date; That's a different kind of situation. Then, he will take his time. No quick release is the goal anymore. But rather: getting to the feeling of dominating and owning that person. Yunho is dominating, when he's intimate with someone.

How will he do it alone? Well, he'll either picture them in his mind. Or -and that is very most likely; He will have one or several pictures on his phone, which he will look stare at. He might even cum on his phone, on their face displayed on the screen to get the feeling that they are HIS.

It would be forceful and he'd hate it in a way. Hate, that he doesn't have them. It's one of those rare moments where he gets really frustrated.

(Do I have issues?)

Yeosang

Like Yunho, Yeosang is a man who rather keeps it quiet. Wouldn't go so far tho, that it's only about necessity for him. It is defenitly about his own pleasure.

Yeosang doesn't mind being alone. And although he is someone who has an eye for beauty, I don't think he's very 'visual' when it comes to getting himself off. I think he rather thinks of someone/ something unfolding; He will be deep in his own fantasy.

As we know, he is so very controlled. Therefore he picks the place to enjoy some pleasure, carefully. For himself, it's rather to keep the volume down. The shower, where the water stream covers any sounds, is one of those places. Or his own room, where he can be alone too. Muffling his sounds by either covering his mouth with his hand, or stuffing something into his mouth when it's really bad and intense.

(Okay the following is biased talk now but-- Oh this Adonis of a man, I can't, I'm sorry, not sorry. But I just can't get this out of my head)

The shower is maybe not the most comfortable place, but the hot water and steam; He's been all sweaty from his workout previously- trying to focus, but not able to get you out of his head and-- And as he showers- As his hands move over his body- Water and foam from shampoo and shower gel running down his drenched hair and naked skin... It all feels nice, it's warm and smells good... His mind still didn't let go of you and slowly he stopped to fight but indulge it. He feels himself getting hard only by the thought of you. His hand at the back of his neck, somehow still restraining. (Why does he always have so much restraint?) But his thoughts about you become more intense bit by bit. He knows how turned on he his. His chest heaves, he licks and bites his lip, his hand wanders from the back of his neck, to fully wrapping around it from the front- soothing? slightly squeezing-? as if that would help to make him stop, when it does just the opposite; Imagining it is your hand around his neck- that you're whispering or breathing quietly and aroused at his ear-- No, he can't resist it anymore. Can't restrain anymore- the need to touch himself with you on his mind.

From his neck, his hand wanders down, slowly over his chest, his tummy- His breath hitches as he reaches his lower abdomen before his hand wraps around his dick. Oh to have it be your hand that's touching him like this...

His free hand placed against the tiles, to stabalize himself, as he starts stroking himself. First. But as his imagination leads further and further into the fantasy with you; As his strokes become harder and his hips move into it; Then, he clings onto the shower fixture with a grip, becoming stronger, the closer he gets to his own release.

His breathing his heavy. His imagination running wild- Making him bite his lip and hiss as he feels himself coming closer and closer-- Oh god he wants you so much, he starts mumbling your name. His eyes closed. His head slowly falling back as he feels himself just about to cum- His grip so strong he could break the fixture; Breaths turned into beautiful moans, before the tension inside him snaps and the most beautiful sound escpes him... Cumming to you on his mind, spilling hot release over his hand and the tiles. His shoulders tense, slowly uncleanching and lowering. His mind hazy. His face blissful.

My god, isn't he beautiful....

(I have issues. someone help me....)

San

He keeps the volume down, just like Yeosang and Yunho. But he's also a little tease. Intentionally? By accident? It's hard to say, actually.

Sannie is someone who pushes 'jerking off alone' far away as he can. It's not that it doesn't feel good in the moment, but rather the after. He needs and seeks physical touch from others. Therefore it's a bit difficult for him to be entirely alone after being this intimate, even if it is with himself.

But sometimes it just-- It just happens. He stands in the shower and his hand 'accidentally' grazes his dick a little too much. Or he lies in bed and his pillow or even his lown thighs graze a little too nicely...

This is when it becomes debatable when his touch is an accidental or intentional tease. Another grazing? Accidental. A third? Hmmm... His hip slowly bucking into the pillow? His hand wrapping around his harder growing dick? His tip leaking, his heart starting to pound, a whimper escaping him... Not so accidental anymore.

The moment of realization always gets him. Hewhines, quietly, desperately, and gives in. The strokes are very intentional. His hips are moving into it. He tries to suppress sounds, but they do escape him. He sounds so whiny. So beautiful.

(We love depserate humping)

Mingi

Loud. No shame. Messy. This man loooves to jerk off. He loves his dick. He loves getting hard- Feeling the weight! And most of all: he loves attention. So what does he do when he's working himself off all alone?

Ass, boobs, thighs- He loves seeing them (and even more touching and fucking them). He is a visual man. With others, but also regarding himself. We all have seen how this man looks at himself perfoming in a music video (the way he bites his lip when he sees himself). He defenitely jerked off in front of the mirror, watching himself, getting harder and messier and quicker to his release by seeing and hearing how turned on he is. But let's get more into detail by what we mean:

Messy = (pre)cum and spit spread all over his tip and his fingers; He cums on his belly and chest. This man leaks fast and a lot and he loves the mess (He's just too happy to be or touch himself.)

Vocal = Oh my god he is loud, with no amount of shame. Moaning, whining, hissing, like the big baby princess he is. He talks (mumbles, gasps, whispers, cries) to himself how good it feels, how hard he is and how much he loves it.

I read some headcanons a while ago (if I'll find them i'll tag them), that even if Mingi would be punished by not being allowed to be inside you, but 'only' fuck your thighs pressed togther, he'd go insane anyway, because thighs are so soft and with his pre, so wet and nice to fuck--; If he'd crave it too much he would absolutly hump a pillow (just like Sannie). He's just too horny, too riled up and it feels soooo good, what else is he supposed to do 🥺?

(Oh sweet baby Mingi, what wouldn't I give to catch a glimpse)

Wooyoung

Can't describe him other than: the epitome.

He is filthy! Even when alone. Especially when he is alone! Just because there is no one around, doesn't mean he should miss out on all the fun!!

He does everything for him alone possible. He'll tease himself. He'll edge himself--; Getting himself close to cumming, then stopping. Once? No, over and over again. His hands running all over his body- grabbing hungry- twisting his nipples- hands wrapping around his throat- Fingers in his mouth and sucking on them- Sucking any pre and cum from them; Spreading his cum over his torso and or collecting it, then spiting in his hand to go for another round with himself; In bed? Standing? Sitting on the couch? In front the mirror? Absolutly.

And when the loneliness gets too much, you better believe he does it in front of a window.

(Go get it Woo. I'm lowkey jealous of that show)

Jongho

He is has a lot in common with Yunho. He is rather practical. Doesn't mean he can be a tease. Jongho can be a flirt with others! But- What does he do alone, all by himself?

He's about visuals. I get the feeling he has a collection of content he likes to view, revisit and elaborate. Those videos are precious to him. Not that he can't be romantic-! Jongho can be a real gentleman. But when it's just about himself---; Well...

He doesn't mind if anyone else is in the apartment. He is in his room, maybe the bathroom, that's enough. If he's horny, has the time and wants to get off, he'll do it. If anyone catches a glimpse or hears something, that's their own fault.

Oh, and if anyone would mention it to him, he will fully deny it. And then he will turn it around like that person is the pervert. Not that jerking off is something perverse. Everyone does it. But Jongho will make sure -simply with twisted words, that this topic will never be mentioned regarding him, ever again.

(Jongho... You bad bad boy)

A/N: The process from chit chatting to writing it all into an actual text

This man has so much restraint with himself, always. But now he can drop it, bit by bit. Oh can you imagine the sounds escaping this man? How pleased his breath hitches when he feels you pressing against him-; Your thigh at his crotch, getting him hard just from that; A pressed exhale escaping through his nostrils. A pleased groan, as your tongue grinds over his, before you catch his lower lip between your teeth -gently, pulling.

He wanted you for so long. And now, you were beneath him. Your body so beautiful; Feeling so good "I can't stop touching you" he mumbles to himself; You are the last to want him to stop. His hands Oh god his hands... have been so careful at the beginning; Now, they are running hungry insatiable over your body; He needs to touch you, all of you. To feel, all of you. On the surface- Your warm, soft skin. And, inside.

Something in his mind almost snapped when his digits parted your folds -so easy, so dripping; Before his middle and ring-finger slowly dive inside you. Oh god... You are so warm. So wet- wrapping around his fingers so well.

The little sounds he already draws out of you with just his fingers inside you... His lips hungry at yours- wanting to catch every little noise escaping you because of him. Every little whine, every little hitch of your breath.

This is, until your sweet plead: "I need you. I need you inside me."

Now, he was about to snap. His lips pressing onto yours. An attempt to 'distract' him from immediatly cuming inside you-; You just feel too good. And although he knows he might dissolve under it- He has to break the kiss.

He leans away. Straightens, and takes in the sight of where your bodies meet. Where he disappears inside you, wrapping around him-; His abdomen clenches at the sight- at the feeling; My god you just feel so heavenly good.

He slightly moves his hips, angeling them; Your chest quivers, your breath hitches so so sweet. He can't. He needs to kiss you again, feel you- have you so close-!

He immedialty leans down to catch your lips with his again. Lovely. Devouring. He needs you. Needs more. His hips starting to move . He needs all of you.

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Hongjoong "Got the girls feeling holy"

This man would almost just lay back and enjoy the show. It is a good show! And this workaholic does deserve some nice treatment too. Even better when it's two.

Hongjoong has a lot of self-control, so he would hold himself back for a while to not cum immediatly, because- oh darling that view is killing him in the best way.

Depending on where those two lovely beings are positioned, at least one of his hands will grab some ass, while two tongues and mouths will do some lovely work on his dick.

The only time he would make them stop, is probably to slap their faces and lips with his dick.

Seonghwa "Damn Seonghwa would grab his phone and record it"

He is a man of aesthetics with an eye for that. Not capturing this moment in form of a video would be a crime to him!

He will lay back and enjoy the show- Phone in one hand trying to record everything: how he's getting head, how he makes out with each one of them, where his hands are wandering, how his face looks when he's close/cumming, how and where he comes on them- Moans, glistening sweat and cum are such pretty things. He's already excited to watch it afterwards.

Yunho "Idk if he could hold himself back not commanding them what to do" "Yunho would command them to do whatever he wants"

Yunho would enjoy the show, but under his command. He'd tell them to spit, to go faster jerking him off, tell them who will lick his balls while the other swirls tongue and lips around his tip.

He'd probably hold one of them back to watch and tease them about how much they wanna suck him off and how desperate they look. He could make one of them suck his fingers 'warming up their mouth' if you wanna see it like that.

He is similar to Jongho, only that Yunho is more of a tease, while Jongho is simply mean.

Yeosang "I think his brain would frie if he'd be shared"

Yeosang... Oh dear Yeosang would need some time till he could let himself go in that moment. He is someone who has A Lot of self-control! But his self-control will fade under his brain, being fried.

He'd become overstimulated pretty fast. Would whine so bad, almost haveing a stroke every time he sees their tongues licking his length and touching each other.

But the moment he is able to let himself go- Oh he will be an absolute mess after it. A very sweaty, sticky mess but a very happy one!

He will become a bit giggly and shy again tho. Watching their faces glistening with his cum- He will hide his face behind his hands. Oh he's such a darling. A happy, shy darling.

San "Would tie their hair so he could fully watch the mess"

Sannie... He will watch them so intensly. He is so focused on the scene, he can't decide what turns him on more: two people at the same time, the noises he makes, the wet sounds they make with their tongues and lips, the moans and whines escaping them when he wraps his hand around their hair and pulls their head back for a second to take in that view of sweat cum and tears on their face(s).

Mingi "Biggest boba eyes of eternity, can't belive his luck"

Did he won the lottery? Did he die and not notice? This is the best day of his live! He would LOOOVE IT!

His big, dark boba eyes would look at the unfolding scene of two people licking and sucking him off with almost overwhelming joy and lust. His head falling back from the pleasure, before then shooting up again because there is no way he will miss just one second of this!

It would also absolutly feed his ego until his death. He will never forget this.

Wooyoung "crying because no matter how much he loves the attention, he wants to PLEASE so freaking bad"

Is there anything more to be said? Wooyoung loves recieving some love and attention... But OH MY GOODNESS! He'd go crazy to not be able to GIVE! This man wants and needs to give and P L E A S E !!! He will complain and rant and whine and discuss until his mind can't work anymore, because at some point he is so riled up and overstimulated from the view and two people jerking and sucking him off- Oh the sweetest cries will escape him then.

Jongho "Jongho is just mean"

This man... He will lean back at first and enjoy the show, until he will 'take over' and tell them exactly what to do.

If they don't follow- Oh there will be consequences. He is mean. He would make them gag taking turns and if that is not enough then:

********

You love your friends! You are happy for them! To be honest, everyone of you had just waited for San to propose. And now, he was engaged. The wedding was still unplanned, but that was no excuse to celebrate a little in advance. A lavish several courses meal. Only this dinner felt like part of a wedding already. It was good though! More than just delicious int taste and certainly lovely in company.

You sit in Yeosangs car, as he is driving you home. Since you had moved apartments, it wasn’t really the same direction anymore he had to head home, but after all this time together, it was out of question to not still drive you home.

“Ah, shit, I forgot.” you suddenly remember.

“What-?” Yeosang already breaking and setting the blinker to take the next exit.

“No stay-! I didn’t forget anything at the restaurant.” you assure and he stays on the highway “Mingi owed us two 100,000 ₩, tho. Forgot to tell him.”

You don’t have to explain why. Yeosang immediately knows and chuckles. “I still think he was close with Yunho.”

“I agree, he might be second to get married; But Sannie definitely was and now is, gonna marry first from you guys.”

“He won’t give it to us until the wedding happened and they are probably back from their honeymoon.”

“Probably.” you grin. Mingi is not the stingy kind, but he is not good in admitting that he was wrong.

San is getting married. That fact spins and spins in your head the whole ride. To a part it feels so early- You guys are still so young! But you are all grown adults now. You have jobs, responsibilities; Some dreams and life goals come true already, and some still ahead.

“I know we’re all getting close to our thirties” speaks Yeosang just what you are thinking right now “But it’s weird to have the first of us now to be this ‘adult’...”

“We’re getting old, Sangie.” you sigh “I recently had one of those street interview reels in feed and some teenager said that everyone born after 2000/ 2001 is old.”

“Argh-” he gasps, painfully placing his hand over his chest; “Rude youth.”

“So rude!”

You both laugh. But it’s true. Life, actual Life- You were now in it. And it was on you to build what you had dreamed of as a child; What you wanted for yourself. Your own family, with a nice place to life… … I need a partner for that tho. You realize and- Shit… Suddenly your mood drops rapidly.

Yeosang notices the difference in the silence and eyes over to you, but since you’re looking outside, he can’t read your face, just yet. Since you are still silent, he uses the next stoplight to adjust the mirror on your outside of the car to catch a glimpse.

He knows that look of yours. Sorrow and insecurity. Uncertainty. He doesn’t like this look on your face. But he leaves you for the moment; You keep your gaze certainly away from him. You need a moment to think. Eventually you arrive at your apartment-complex and he drops you off.

You don’t sleep well that night. You cry even. But the next morning you found the answer to your worries and you spend the day curating. A few days later you meet up with Yeosang, San and Yunho for lunch and show them proudly your little project you had been working on.

“A dating-profile?” names Yunho what is to see on your phone, placed in the middle of the table for all of them to see.

San immediately grabs it and scrolls through your carefully put together profile- smiling proudly at your work and laughing at a joke you put in there. “It looks good, Y/N! I’m sure there will be many interested in you.”

“Are you texting with someone?” Yunho sounds just as curious.

“No, I didn’t swipe yet. I wanted to wait to do that with you guys, as- you know, assistance.”

“Assistance?”

“You are decent men. Idiots, but decent and I trust your judgments.”

San and Yunho look at another, than back at you “There is a compliment in it, we accept.”

“Of course you do.” you chuckle and notice, just as the other two, that Yeosang hasn’t said anything so far.

“Yeosang, what do you think?” Yunho, blunt and a bit pushy.

“It’s good.” he says. That is all he says. And so monotone.

All three of you stare at him. You disappointed. The other two: “That ain’t much.”

Now he is the one who looks confused, especially at San and Yunho “We all know Y/N, of course she’ll put together a good profile.”

“So you would swipe right on her?” digs Yunho.

“What does that mean?”

“It means you are interested and would like to text and meet her.” explains San.

“But I am already doing that.”

The two other men groan and roll their eyes, while you snatch your phone back and put it away. Yeosang just stares at all of you, not able to understand what the issue is.

Thankfully, the ordered lunch just gets brought to the table and gives everyone a break from this very odd turned conversation. For a moment it stays quiet and you all rather focus on your meal. You are glad about the silence, while also feeling some disgusting hot beating in your chest. Anger.

“I think it’s a good idea to put yourself out there. To give it a try.” eventually starts San again., encouragingly smiling at you. You appreciate it. They know you to understand why some things are going a little hesitant for you.

Therefore, they all should be on the same side, but- “I just don’t understand why it has to be a dating app.” so is Yeosang apparently not. “You’re a young, beautiful, confident woman- There must be many approaches.”

“If there would have been approaches, I would have mentioned them, wouldn’t I?” you’re starting to feel an urge to throw something at your best friend. You don’t understand where this is coming from suddenly.

Yunho chuckles and pats Sans shoulder “Your wonderful fiance asked you just the same recently.”

“Hmhm!” nods San, very vividly remembering; Apparently he had talked about it with Yunho.

“You care to share??” you nod at both, but Yunho leaves it to San, who finishes chewing, before elaboratings; then he points his chopsticks in a waving motion at Yeosang. “All what you just mentioned, Sangie- All those are things that can be very intimidating to men.”

You don’t say it out loud, but your face does: What the fuck?

Yunho sees it and nods at you “We can be a very insecure species, don’t overestimate us.”

“However, with that profile” continues San and now points at you “Y/N gives them a chance to approach her easier and get over the insecurity of talking directly to a beautiful woman.” then he continues eating, like he had just talked about the weather.

You are touched, in a way, and confused as hell. You don’t think of yourself as intimidating. What the fuck?

“I still don’t get it.” mutters Yeosang eventually.

You sigh annoyed and cannot withold the bitter tone in your voice “Thank you for being on my side…”

“I am on your side.”

“Then why do you not think this could be good for me? Like Yunho said: Putting myself out there!”

“You can put yourself out there. But why should you even go out with someone who is that easily intimidated by you?”Youare walking sunshine. “The person you go out with, should be at least as confident and competent as you are.”

Your mouth gapes open, more and more. You don’t get it. Well, you do, but he has never talked like that. It would be complimentary, if it wouldn’t be so discouraging. “In case you didn’t notice, Kang Yeosang, that didn’t bring me any further, as for the kind of ‘situation’ of being single I am at, Still;” Don’t you want me to have someone I am happy with? “I don’t even have someone in mind who could my plus-one for Sans wedding, that isn’t even planned yet! And I would like to have that opportunity to meet someone I could maybe think of bringing!”

“Why do you worry about that? We will all go together again, as a group friends.”

“I appreciate knowing all of you,” you look at Yunho and San, before turning at Yeosang again “but since we made it so far in adulthood that one of us doing a very adult thing by getting married; I would like attend as one as well. As an individual who has their own—” you gulp down the stingy lump in your throat. “Partner and- …” Family, in the future. Not the one I was born in, but the one I chose for myself. With the one who chose me.

He doesn’t respond anything after that. You know he is thinking something, but he won’t spit it out.

It’s safe to say this lunch wasn’t as expected. After, you want to take the bus home, rather than sitting with Yeosang in a car, as he usually brings you home. But Yunho just pulls you with him- thinking he will bring both of you to his car; But he sits you both down in Yeosangs. Bastard… The drive is quiet. You and Yunho sit in the back- His place coming up first. Leaving you and Yeosang alone. But not leaving without saying “I know there is a conflict between you, but I know you will solve it because you managed before and you mean a lot to another. Thanks for the ride man!” to then close the door and walk off, before either of you can say anything. You scoff at Yunho, although he is already gone.

The drive continues. The silence loud as a jumbo jet. As he parked in front of your apartment-complex. As he and you leave his car. As you ride the elevator- Until the door to your apartment shuts behind you two.

“You’re my best friend, Y/N.” he eventually starts.

“And you are mine, Yeosang! But that doesn’t give you the right to- Argh!” you aggressively want to kick off your shoes, but slip at it. Yeosang stabilizes you, then crouches down and opens both shoes for you, to easily step out of them. He places them at their usual spot as you step onto the hardwood-floor. “Thanks…” you mutter, appreciative; One deep inhale, then you continue a little calmer “I thought you of all people would understand. That you would see that I am pursuing to find happiness with this. Don’t you want me to be happy?”

“I do.” he doesn’t take off his shoes but stays at the door. “I want you to be happy! But you-;” he stops.

“What? My high standards? Because, just as I said earlier: My high standards didn’t bring me anywhere! I am still single. And again for you: No! I was not approached! I would have told you!”

“And I believe you that! I just don’t understand it when-” he gasps, disbelieving of reality “It’s good that you have those standards. I mean you are high standard and you deserve someone who meets those for you as well!”

“What is it then?! What else could it be that-” you halt as you suddenly realize; your shoulders sink and your voice lowers “Is it because of him?” you don’t have to say the name, but just from the look you see in Yeosangs eyes; “It’s because of my last relationship, is it?”

“I don’t want you to get hurt again.”

“I believe you got that in common with Yunho and San as well.”

“I know!” he sighs, his hand grabbing the back of his neck “But you should not waste your time on someone who isn’t the right one for you.”

“But somehow and some time I need to start looking for that person! Time isn’t running backwards and I although I am confident and happy with myself, there is a part of me that undeniably craves connection like th-at.” your voice breaks and you feel tears filling your eyes. “And although it doesn’t matter to me mostly- for a part it does. A part fo me is embarrassed how long it’s been, no matter that I didn’t even want anyone!”

He steps out of his shoes in an instant and reaches you “There is nothing embarrassing about that, you needed your time.” his arms slightly held up, ready to embrace you any moment if you break.

“I know but-! God dammit Yeosang! I don’t even know anymore what a kiss feels like! To be kissed, to-” you sob, unable to hold back the tears anymore, you hate it, it’s so embarrassing “To feel wanted. Genuinely. Which I never felt, looking back. It was all but lust that needed to be fed- that I needed to feed and do and give whatever to receive just a bit of attention…” your voice breaks. You break- cry and sob, hiding your face behind your hands and Yeosang catches you. He holds you and you cry against him. Your voice so frail now “I want to know -not again, but for once, what it feels like when someone wants me. Me... Because I am Me! And not just to fill any fucking void within anyone...”

You cry and sob against him. Yeosang holds you the whole time. His hands soothingly caress your back; Your crying fading bit by bit. Even as the tears had faded, you still hold onto him. You’re scared to let go.

“It shouldn’t be just anyone who makes you feel again, and for the first time.” he gently caresses your head. Soothing.

You hear him. You understand him. Appreciate it. But something still inside you, quietly whispers “That’s not for you to decide…”

His shoulders stiffen, his chest tightens and he guides you backwards to sit on one of the two chairs in your little kitchen. He inhales deep before he looks at you again “But it’s what you deserve.”

He means it. He won’t let go off it and somehow- does it make you speechless. You stare at him. He holds your gaze. Each of you waiting for the other to agree. But you won’t. You don’t. And as he realizes you won’t, he turns around- his hands running through his hair as he exhales heavy, trying to keep composure “Come on, Y/N, after all that, it is so much more that you deserve!” but fails, as he turn around again “It should be someone who knows you-! Who really knows you! Someone who knows that that is a bigger deal for you than you are admitting to yourself and telling whoever you’re meeting on that app. Someone gentle, someone caring, who will hold you through everything- be there for you, no matter what!”

“You mean ‘the one’? The ‘right one’.” you realize.

“Yeah.” he exhales, with a face looking way too painful “Because he would be terrified to touch you! Terrified to initiate anything too early and make you uncomfortable or even hurt you...”

You just look at him. Something just shifted. Between you. With him. With you. Is it the worry you see in his eyes? Is it something else you spot within them, but act like you don’t?

You reach for one of his hands and hold it. “Yeosang, no matter what ever happened to me, you can’t protect me from anything that could potentially happen. You just have to trust me, that I am capable in seeing and recognizing who is good and who not.”

“You are more than capable of that.” he sighs. His gaze lowering, shoulders sinking and- he kneels down before you. Defeated. Defeated? “I’m sorry.” he slowly looks up at you again “I wasn’t a good friend today, I made you sad and uncomfortable.”

“You’re right, but not entirely.” you smile and gently put one strand out of his face, his eyes closing at your touch “You made me mad, not uncomfortable.”

“Mad and sad…” he would have rather had it differently. “I’m sorry.”

This was a lot…

Yeosang stays for a moment longer, but not much. You both need a little breather after this. You both need a moment to think.

Yeosangs drive home is- … He doesn’t know if he did the right thing. If he said too much or not enough. It feel like both.

You, sit on your couch and stare into nothingness. Replay the lunch, the fight you two had and everything he said. It’s not that you don’t appreciate his care for you but- … … But- what? Why exactly did you make that dating-profile? Because you thought it would be easier? Or because you didn’t dare to look what’s in front of you? Did you persist on that damn app, because you didn’t want to look at him? At Yeosang? And the more he showed you reasons- genuinely, for you caring reasons, why you should try a different attempt-- Did he hammer cracks into the wall that you had build, to make it easier? Because of what you saw undeniably in his eyes, earlier and so many times- but you had ignored?

You feel your chest tightening- Your intestines; Feeling the itch in your hands to grab your phone and open the chat with: ‘Yeo sing sang sung-ie 💖’. You chuckle. Fucking stupid name. But as he had seen you had named him like this, he was one who had added that sparkly heart.

<< Hey Sangie, you forgot your wallet here. Are you home? I’ll bring it over.

Yeosang reads the message and stares at the side-table at the door, where his keys and wallet always go. Keys at place. Wallet at place as well. Then looks at the chat again, and doesn’t hesitate.

>>Thank you😊 I’m home, you can come over!

On your way to Yeosang, you pick up his current favorite bubble tea. You had made up, but since you lied in that message, you need to bring him something and not hold onto it longer than necessary “I lied in that text-message, but I brought you bubble tea.” you hold the cup right in front of his face, as he opens the door. You hear him chuckle, even before he takes it out of your hand, stepping aside for you to come in.

“Last time you lied, you brought me Tteokbokki.”

He doesn’t say it because he rather wanted Tteokbokki, but because it’s very rare that you lie, to then immediately apologize for it with anything he likes.

“Hmhm…” you hum, following him to his living room and casualy drop it “I think you were right.”

He stops in his steps. Frozen, for a second, then turns around. “Wha-t?”

You take the bubble-tea out from and place it on the little in front of the couch, where you sit down. “You were right with what we fought about earlier. The dating-app. Me choosing anyone-”

“No no no-” he hurriedly sits down beside you “Like you said, it’s your decision and you are more than aware to select someone good for you.”

“I am.” you smile, confident knowing that, and yet getting shy in asking “Do you wanna be that for me?”

“Wh-What?” his brain circuiting.

“I thought about it what you said and you are right. You know me. You really now me and how much this actually means to me that we ended up fighting about it. I didn’t want to see how much respect and care you hold for me, because that would have made it more difficult to admit to myself that I don’t want just anyone to- to help me. And the nI was so focused on being right, that I didn’t see any other possibility.”

“Any other possibility as in, asking me.” no question.

“It would be just for a kiss, but only if you’re okay with it-!”

“I am okay with that!” Shit, should I have said that??? “But- but- there should be date- I- I mean you deserve to have at least a bit of build up for that since-”

“It would be just one kiss, Yeosang.” you chuckle, cup his cheek to make him stop rambling. “It’s just a kiss. One kiss won’t ruin our friendship.”

He looks at you. Your words sinking in. Reading your face. Really, reading it. What you say. What you don’t say. He takes your hand from his cheek and holds it with on his lab. Your hands are so soft, so warm and he realizes he can’t say no to you. Nor does he want to. “You’re right.”

It’s a lie but none of you cares. He moves closer, your thighs right at another and you realize it’s gonna happen. Your heart stops and shivers at the same time.

“If you want me to stop, that’s okay, you can always tell me.” he reminds.

Even more why I want it to be you. “I know.”

He smiles, assuring. His eyes gentle, so beautiful. So warm. Oh how much you love this brown. He leans closer and cups your cheek with one hand, pulling you close enough- resting his forehead against yours. You hear him exhale. Seemingly calm but there is some tension in it. His nose gently grazes against yours. Giving you a moment, listening to your breathing.“Are you nervous?” he whispers, but his voice sounding slightly different now.

“Yea-h.” while yours sounds like a shiver.

“Me too.” he smiles.

“You don’t seem nervous.”

He leans away, one finger under your chin, making you look at him- Ohhh… Something changed in his features. His eyes-; Yeosang--You’ve never seem like this. So grounded. Leading. “If you would just know, Y/N.” his voice so husky, making your heart flutter. Yeosang notices “It’s okay, I got you.” His words are barely audible, but for you. His thumb softly strokes over your skin. You nod, nervous but trusting. It’s what he waited for.

As Yeosang leans in, you cloes your eyes to not panic. But then, as you feel his lips on yours. Gentle. Careful. You don’t know anymore what you were anxious about. He pauses for you after this little kiss. Scans your face as you take in the feeling -your eyes still closed. He closes the gap again, kisses you again. Still gentle and careful, but a little longer. This time you seem less frozen.

Once more he pulls away “You okay?” his voice so soft.

You nod, opening your eyes with a small smile on your lips, while his thumb soothingly strokes over your cheek. “One more.”

His heart stings at your plead- Melts at your voice and the softness in your eyes. He can’t deny you. Nothing, ever, he knows. And even if he could, he wouldn’t want to. He leans in again, and this time, he doesn’t pull away. He lets you grow more confident again- lean into him; The kisses growing deeper with every time your lips touch. Your hands clinging onto his sides, pressing yourself against him. Ohhh he will not be able to hold onto any more restraint. But he tries. Still, he tries “Do you-” he breathes between your kiss “Tell me to stop if it’s-” but you silence him with a kiss- your hands at the nape of his neck “Please, Yeosang-” you plead at his lips “More…”

The tone of your voice, the words you chose- Something snaps inside him. Makes him grab you at your waist and pull you on his lab. You gladly do so, you legs spread, facing him- Ohh how much you have missed that… Your hands run, crave over his chest that heaves under your palms; his hands cupping your ass, fingers pressing; You can’t stop kissing him, he tastes too good, smells so good and his lips…; And Yeosang, he knows he is gone already and that he will only fall even deeper for you, and that is exactly what he wants to. You, on his lab, feeling your soft lips, tasting you, moving your pelvis- grinding it over his lab, at his harder growing cock; Not even mentioning the little but sweetly pleasing sighs escaping you that sound more and more like moans; He can’t believe this is really happening. He wants you so much right now and the more time passes, the more and more he wants you. San should have gotten engaged earlier.

“Put your arms around my neck.” he breath heavy.

“Wh-at?”

“Arms around my neck.” he orders.

Shit. That sends something through your body, that you cannot even describe as a shiver. You feel the heat inside you burn and do immediately as he says. His hands moving lower to the backside of your thighs “Trust me.” he smiles, and just as you want to ask what he means, he grabs your thinghs and “Aahh—” you squeal, while your legs instinctively wrap around his waist as he stands up from the couch while carrying you. You stop the kiss and stare down at him as you find yourself in the air, in his arms.

“You good?” Yeosang grins brighter than pride and satisfaction could name it.

“Yeah-” you gasp, damn surprised about his strength.

“Good. The couch is nice but my bed is more comfortable. Yeah?”

Your bed… You know where there is going. You feel yourself clenching just by the thought of it, by the anticipation- pooling hot inside you. You nod eagerly and kiss him again, lost your voice, while he carries you to his bedroom. You don’t stop kissing him along the way. You wonder if you ever have truly known Yeosang. Or maybe you have, except for this side of him. And you cannot deny- the more time passes, the more you kiss him, the more you feel him, the more you hear, feel and see him wanting you- it turns you on so unexpected and so devastatingly hard.

As he carries you, you don’t notice any imbalance in his grip, while walking the whole way, opening the door and setting you down on his bed. It’s been a while since you’ve been this far with someone. But not one insecurity makes its way through to you. If anything, it is impatience that gnaws inside you. Want, so much want. Your fingers hook in at the belt-loop of his pants “Help me take off my clothes.”

He smiles pleasantly and pulls at the hem of your shirt. “Will you help me take off mine?”

“No.” you breathe and open button and zip to your jeans in one motion “I want to watch when you take them off.”

Fuck-- his dick twitching in his pants “Anything you want.” He kisses you once more, then he grabs the hem of your shirt and pulls it over your head; Your hair all over the place, but he carefully combs it back into place; then, he frames your face and- just looks at you for a moment, not believing that you two are in this moment right now “You’re so beautiful.” he speaks rather to himself. You raise your chin and close the gap between your lips. I love you, Y/N…

With you top off, you open the back of your bra with ease, while Yeosangs pulls it off your shoulders. Bare -to a part, you are before him. Beautiful... His breath hitches- his hands cupping them, stroking of your nipples, before (a little resistant) they wander to the waistband of your jeans. You lift your pelvis and he pulls them off. Ohh… How much he wants to find out how you taste- how you smell; “Move up.” he says, commands once more. His voice direct but gentler this time. You do as he says and move up further onto the middle of the bed. He watches you. You catch him staring between your thighs. Catch him inhaling deeply- licking and biting his lower lip- that hunger in his eyes; You feel yourself throb and dripping at the sight.

But, you had proclaimed what you wanted him to do- And so he does. As you lie on his bed, propped on your elbows, you watch him standing at the end of it; Opening his belt and slowly pulling it out of every belt-hole, letting it snap before dropping it to the floor. His eyes don’t let go of you, like yours don’t let go of him. Noticing, how your gaze mostly stays on his hands, but also how it wanders lower to the hard bulge under the fabric of his pants. He doesn’t know how your fingers sting to touch him. How your tongue yearns to taste him. But he reads it from your face- it makes his dick twitch. Therefore, he safes it last.

In a swift motion, he pulls off his shirt, unveiling his damn defined torso, along with the dark trail of hair, reaching from below his waistband, almost entirely up to his navel. Your mouth gapes open. He looks unreal, already. But as he takes off his pants and you see the more than certain outline in his boxers, you can only shake your head. “Shit…” escapes you inaudible.

He grins curiously as he crawls on the bed as well, hovering over you “Why are you shaking your head like that?” he cradles your face again.

“Y-ou are--” you start stutter, one hand touching his well formed chest; you don’t find any better way to describe him than “You are more beautiful than any Adonis statue in this world.”

He giggles. He giggles (!) so sweet and blushes so cute in the way that many people know him. Only the ‘cute’ Yeosang. But you know more of him now. More and more fully. Because the way he kisses you now, is so far from cute or sweet. His teeth gently pull at your lower lip- making you gasp and open your mouth for him to grind his tongue over yours, while he moves his pelvis -his hardened dick, against your hot beating core at the same time. God…

Your hands run up to the nape of his neck and through his hair, pulling him closer to you again. He groans at the sensation- Fuck does he sound good…

That’s it. That’s what you had missed. What you had genuinely not experienced, until now. Yeosang, I love you…

Your kiss stays deep, heated; One leg wrapped around his waist as you two keep grinding yourself on another; One of his hands at your breast, sweetly and just rightly twisting your nipple. Sweet, little moans escape you hardly- he swallows them all with every kiss. Until, his bulge grinds over your swollen clit in a way too good way, and you moan into his mouth.

He stops, pressing his lips on another as he sharpply exhales through his nose.He can’t wait any longer.

“’You trust me?” his voice urgent, his eyes burning.

“Yes—”

“You will tell me when I shall stop.”

“Please don’t ever stop.”your chest heaves, you voice quivers.

For a moment the hunger in his eyes vanishes, and all you see is yearning glimmering within them. His heart melts at your words and he kisses you sweetly once more, “I won’t.” promising “Everything you want.” before his lips trail off, kissing your jaw, your neck, “I’m yours.” kissing down your sternum “Yours-” kissing further down between your ribs, reaching the hem to your undies. He slightly pulls them down and kisses the top of your mount, inhaling,Oh the way you smell... exhaling deeply and so so content, drunk on your smell already “Yours...”

You want this man. You need this man now! Your finger hook at the sides of your undies and you lift your pelvis once more. Yeosang pulls them off for you, then immediately positions himself between your legs again; His arms wrap around your thighs, angling one them for him for better access and to keep you in place.

“You smell so good.” he mumbles to himself, breathing hot and heavy at your entrance, before his tongue laps sloppy, parting your folds- finally tasting you. “My girl” is all you hear, before Yeosang shows you that his tongue and lips are not just able to kiss your mouth.

Your head falls back at the sensation. One hand gripping onto the sheets, while the other holds onto his strong arm. The movement of his tongue is so precise, as if this wouldn’t be his first time going down on you. His lips wrap around your clit, sucking at it, while his tongue laps and twirls over it. Oh god-- Oh god he’s so good at it. “Fuck—” you whine as you feel the tension inside you tightening “Yeosang I—” you become unable to speak. Your breath quickening- Breaths turning into harder whines- turning into moans- Your legs shaking, but his strong grip keeps you in place; You hear it, you hear the wet lapping sounds and look down and-- … His eyes closed, his face drawn in pleasure, fucking drunk of you; His voice- Oh god… Every breath filled with need, moaning greedy as Yeosang is tasting heaven itself. You. He feels his gaze on you and looks up. His eyes on fire, his tongue lapping sloppy for you to see over your clit- moaning so deeply-- It sends you over the edge. The tension inside you snaps and your orgasm washes over you. At that moment, Yeosang loses it as well. His face pressed against your mount, as he feels his release spill into his boxers. He shakes a little bit. He didn’t want to cum just yet- But if it is because of seeing and hearing you falling apart on his tongue while tasting you, it is a defeat is more than okay with.

Your head has fallen back again, your chest heaves while Yeosang carefully licks over you, collecting what’s dripping out of you- your legs stopping to shake. He still feels himself being hard, even with the undeniable spot in his boxers. “Sangie-” your whisper sounding so tiredly, yet so needy, so sweet; He crawls up to you again; Holding you close, cupping your face before softly, deeply kissing you, letting you taste yourself on his lips.

“Does my girl feel good?”

“Yeah-” you tuck a strand out of his face and gaze at him for a moment; Your chest feeling so light and yet so warm, like sunshine.

“Good.” his thumb grazing over your cheek “I love how you sound when you cum. I wanna hear it all day and night.”

“I like hearing you too.” you smile draw the outline of his lips with your index finger. “I wish tho I could have done more for you.”

“You will, but later.”

“Why?”

“You come first today.” he assures. It’s sweet. You believe him, but t also sounds odd to you. Confusing. He reads it from your face; “You think I didn’t take any kind of pleasure form it as well?” his gaze drops and you follow him, seeing the wet spot at the still existing bulge in his boxers.

“Well- hasn’t happened for me like that before.”

He shakes his head, believing you, but disbelief that someone could not go down on you for their own heaven “I’ll change that.” he promises with a kiss “You’re coming first, today and every day after that, with everything that you deserve. All, that my love deserves.”

It just happens as he says it. This wide, smile arrives on your face. Your cheeks warm, your eyes sparkling.

“You like when I call you that?”

“I really like it.” you admit a bit shy.

“Do you want to be mine?”

“Only if you will be mine as well.” you say and immediately know he’ll narrow his eyes at you. Which he does. He had already declared it earlier, but “I want you to say it again.”

He straightens up and looks at you. Amused. And yet so, so lovely. So lovely… “As my love wishes.” he smiles and kisses the tip your nose “I’m yours” kisses your forehead “You’re mine” kissing your left cheek “I’m yours.” kissing your right cheek “You’re mine.” then stopping right at your lips “My love.” before your lips meet another once more. A sealed promise. For now and all the days that follow after. And Yeosang, he holds onto his word, to show you and give you all that you deserve. All that you, his love, deserves.

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A/N: Yeosang and Y/N experiencing down-bad-ism. ME also experiencing down-bad-ism for my bias and writing wayyyyyyyyyyyyy much more for him than the others Oops! Trying to escape my responsibilites!

NOW! This is the last part of this series... I was anxious about writing the last parts and as Yeosangs became the very last, my expectations for myself were very high. I haven't written anything in weeks but now it seemed like it had to be this version for Yeosang (which I wrote in one go, like a maniac). I had another one that was even more angsty/ completly angst, but never finished it and it didn't feel right. With this one I wanted to show more of the doberman that he is.

Did you ever have a crush you didn’t see coming (back again)? A crush that is not loud and doesn’t overpower. Soft, makeing you sometimes wonder if it's even there because it is so light. Like air. Feathery…

Or is it just something that remained from that anxious storm once inside you? Which was all from your side, of course! Right?

It’s been 4 years--? It’s been 5 actually already since you got to know these goons of ATEEZ. You had bonded with them all while they were still trainees at this relatively newly entertainment company- While you had started studying and just moved out of your parents- Living in a tiny apartment you shared with your roommate, who happen to introduce you to them all.

You had bonded with them all. Only, with one of them you had felt this ‘click’ back then. At least so you had thought. A hug which had lasted little bit too long than you had ever known and expected of him.

Yeah… A hug… You had been a little delulu about it back then, you knew that now. But during that time -when you had that crush, you had grasped onto it.

It had been stupid. You knew better now, after some time away from them. To be more specific: Living and working there for a few years.

It had been necessary. Not just for your carrier, but even more so because this crush had nested itself over years -even after banishing it, in the furthest, tiniest part inside you.

The moment you had met Yeosang for the first time a voice in the far back of your head had whispered: “You’re gonna fall in love with him.”. Immediately you had shaken your head about this stupid voice. You didn’t even know him! But as you started talking- Seeing each other more often while hanging out with everyone… There came to be some kind of familiarity about him. A feeling surrounding him and surrounding you when you were with him. His understanding. Similarities in the way you two think. The way his eyes lit up when he was talking about something he loved or found interesting. His attentiveness. Randomly buying a Popsicle for both of you (with your favorite flavor).

His care for the people around him. Checking on you when you had been unusually quiet. His tenderness. Just sitting with you and talking with you when you didn’t feel well. His eyes checking, if you were listening when he told something the whole group. Smiling every time your eyes met alone, or when you hung out with everyone else.

One might have said you had been best friends, or at the steps to be. But sadly, your delulu head wouldn’t stop with telling you it was more. Because- How could you have not fallen for him? With him choosing you if you had to like team up for a game or to eat together or drive somewhere.

The trust he showed you with the things he told. Things he hasn’t even told the others before -or told you first, and some of which you knew you were the only one to know.

It had been very obvious that you had liked him. (Especially for everyone around). You knew that he liked you as well, but definitely not in the same way as you did. You never spoke about it. And the more it was sitting inside you, the more it had made you anxious. Little ‘hints’ so you had thought -like meeting gazes, gave you a boost, before you felt him pulling away. Up and down. Push and pull. Breadcrumbs you started to search for, until you realized that you were spiraling.

Therefore, working somewhere abroad had been the best opportunity to fall into your lap at that point. You had just intended to stay for a year, but it was going great, so you stayed another one, and another and--- Up until the company decided you’d be best placed at their new subsidiary in Seoul, as one of the key-people in communicating with their headquarters.

It’s been a year since you’re back and live in Seoul. Big city! Big enough to not cross each others paths. (Maybe putting more effort into it, by avoided the area their agency is at.) One year does pass quite quickly when building a well-functioning new subsidiary.

Though- One year, you had managed to avoid them. Until this week, when you had bumped into them. Quite literally, actually. You had just wanted to get some takeout from a new restaurant. Two steps outside and you had spotted them as if you had been waiting for them. San, Yunho, Mingi and Wooyoung still in the distance, but walking right up your direction.

They hadn't spotted yo! Yet! In a horrible attempt to hide, you pulled the hood of your hoodie and kept your look down while ‘checking your phone’. Only then, to literally bump into someone. Someone being: San and Mingi. As you realized your little attempt had failed, your mind was filled with a mixture of cursing your stupidity and: Goons really had started working out, huh? That chests big!

“Woah! Y/N? Is that you?”

“Oh my god it’s you!”

“Not one word you’re back?” scolds San.

“Is that how you greet your friends?” pouts Mingi.

Shit. “H-Hi!” you stutter, before you feel someone hugging you from behind, really really tight.

“Since when are you back!?” cheers and trills Wooyoung in your ear.

“Let ‘er breathe.” Yunho. Saving you from a squeezing hug, so it seems. But as you look at him, his eyes speak different: I know you saw us and I know why you tried to hide.

“I- I uuh-- Just- Uhm- What are you guys doing here??” you try to avoid answering the question.

“About to eat where you just got your takeout from.”

“Why don’t you join us?”

“You have to join us!”

“Yes! We haven’t seen another in years!”

Were you stupid or just rude? Your old friends right in front of you- So happy to see you although you hadn’t spoken to them at all-; Their cheerful eyes-… You were a horrible friend to avoid them altogether, just because you wanted to avoid Yeosang.

You joined them and while you all sat together, you couldn’t believe you tried to hide and pretend not seeing them. They didn’t change at all, in terms of: Still chaotic, talking over each other and being sweet. And regarding Yunho: subtle.

“I take it Yeosang doesn’t know you’re back either?” he takes the chance to ask while the others yap over what to eat the coming weekend.

“You’re funny.” your voice flatter than a flounder.

“He’ll be happy to hear the news.”

“Hm.” you hum and stuff your mouth full, to not elaborate on this topic. No good strategy tho!

“I’ll tell him.” he smirks. Your eyes dart at him, screaming wide and open. “Oh this reminds me, Y/N!” he starts louder, pulling everyone’s attention on him. “We have a big dinner the coming weekend, you gotta come too!”

JEONG YUN-HO!

The other boys cheer so hyped they are:

“Yes!”

“If you won’t I will never forgive you!”

“That’s the least you can do for running into us!”

You look at them as you chew and hope to find a reason to say no. But, even if you would have something to do this weekend, they wouldn’t let go of getting you to hang out with them, you know that! Therefore, even though you feel the anxiety screaming inside you just imagining of seeing Yeosang “Of course! How could I miss that!” you nod and while the three cheer, you take the chance to dart at Yunho: I hate you.

He smiles soft and leans to you “I would apologize, but the others would have told him anyway and invited you.”

“So you just made the process short and quick, huh? How merciful.”

#1#

Merciful… Fast forward to the weekend, you are standing at the door to one of their shared apartments. An overly tight grip on the liquor bottle you brought -one of the things you still had from abroad; you believe the glass could break any second. Well, if it did, the glass would definitely hurt your hand, maybe so bad that you’d need to get stitched at a hospital and then you wouldn’t have to see Yeosang! … This sounds like a plan, actually. ... But is it really that smart?

“It’s a stupid plan, if one at all…” you sigh and pull out your phone to text the traitor so he can open the door for you.

>I’m at the door. Please don’t let me walk in alone.>

<Got u!<

His message arrives and so are approaching steps. At least Yunho won’t let you down on this! He opens the door and-

“Y/N—”

“Yeosang-”

If you’d have to visualize awkwardness and uncomfortable silence- Here you got it! You don’t know how long you both just stare at each other as if time had stopped. Do you even breathe?

“Y/N!” someone shouts. Wooyoung. The moment you notice it’s him, he already wraps his arms around you in a welcoming hug. “You came!”

“I did!” you grin, a bit uncomfortable, but not because of the tight hug.

“And you brought something to drink!” he pulls the bottle from your hand.

“Absacker.”

“A-what??”

“Just something to drink after dinner. Commonly referred as an Absacker.”

“Aah! Why don’t you just say that! Does it have to be cooled?”

“You can, but you don’t have to.”

“We gonna keep it cool then.” he turns on his heels and leaves “Taking this to the freezer and you two finally greet each other as the friends you are from years ago.”

A snorting giggle escapes you, as you look at Yeosang- His very perplex blinking eyes on his friend. “Wooyoung is upfront.” he mumbles.

“Quite upfront.” you half suppress. It’s just ridiculous. Yeosang turns at you and as he sees you, he has to chuckle as well.

“It’s good to see you.” he opens his arms and you greet each other with a hug. “Since when are you back?”

“Uh- Since a little while.” you end the hug. Focusing on talking and not on how warm his body feels or how good he smells. Damn, he smells good... Like- good.

“Are you here on vacation?”

“No I- I live here. I’m living in Seoul again.”Surprise! Now don’t let me tell you I’ve been here for a year!

“Ohh-” his eyes big. His lips formed to a smile. The perplex but genuine happy one. You know that one.

Have you ever seen a packed dinner table? Now imagine it with a shit-ton amount of Soju and your bottle of ‘ commonly revered Absacker’ shortly empty after dinner ended. Your gift was received with joy, as they started the first round of drinking games with it.

It’s been a while since you participated in those and- Damn! You defenitly forgot how good they are. Well- Fairly, you are not alone with it. Yeosang rarely drinks and Hongjoong- Mister ‘I-produce-songs-you-can-party-to-but-the-only-thing-I-know-is-work’ are pretty much on the same level as you. The three of you exchange looks of terror before every next round: Who of you three is gonna lose this time? Every time one of you lost, you’d toast each other; Receiving a look of empathy and ‘sending strength to this falling soldier’.

You’re starting to lose track of the games. Plural! Several happening at this table. And you’re getting tired. So you pull out your phone and blame the person who’s responsible for this, sitting at the other end of the table.

>Neither merciful, nor trustworthy, Jeong Yun-ho...>

>??>

>Le door> His gaze rising immediately with a cute and wide grin at you as he read it.

<You didn’t walk in alone, didn’t you?<

You crook your head to the side with a disappointing (pissed) grim face. Yunho laughs and grabs Mingis shoulder next to him, catching his attention and whispering something in his ear before he gets up to take a seat next to you.

You narrow your eyes as he takes place “You-” pointing a finger at him.

“Me.” he narrows his eyes as well and hits your finger with his pointy finger. “En guarde-!”

You both laugh like he just made the greatest joke in history. To be fair: You are drunk. Everyone on this table is drunk.

“You having a good time?”

“You guys are brutal with those games.” you exhale exhausted. “If I keep up with you, I think I’m too lazy to get home after this.”

“You can sleep at one of ours. We’ll have a free bed for you.”

“Really? I don't want to bother.”

“You are no bother! San will definitely sleep somewhere else or he’ll tear someone with him, so that is one bed.”

“Thank you.” you sigh relieved. You really didn’t want to go home and miss everything tonight. You had missed them. You had missed, this: Wooyoung yapping over Jongho, who pushes back as well. Hongjoong randomly biting Mingis arm, San singing a song from a soap-opera with a head as red as a street light, leaned against Seonghwa who holds a staring duel with Yeosang.

“Or you could sleep at Yeosangs.” he pulls you from your thoughts.

“Yunho.” you warn.

“To us, you’re Yeosangs.” he whispers in your ear all giddy.

“Would you stop-!” you shove him, but he only laughs.

“You both really are the same amount of oblivious. It’s incredible.”

“I’m not oblivious!”

“Right. Sorry.” he places a hand on your shoulder “You’re a river in Egypt.”

Did I come here just to get bullied? You reach out to smack his arm, but he catches your hand mid air and stares you down. “Jeong Yun-ho...”

“Yah! Yah, Y/N!” the distinctive call of a Song Mingi.

“Yah! What up, Mingi!” you call back, looking over to him.

“Don’t snatch my best friend!” he grins.

“Ain’t snatching anything from you, princess!” you throw a kiss towards him. (Maybe you are more drunk than you thought.)

He gets up and walks over to you as well. Of course calling him princess would summon him.

“You call me what?” he leans down, right in front of your face- Daringly biting his lower lip.

“I called you a princess, my little princess” you frame his face with both of your hands “Princess Minkiiii.”

Without another word, he pulls your chair back and picks you up. He picks you up! Using the moment of surprise to throw you on his back and carry you piggyback. Way surprised about the whole thing, you cling onto him- “Dude-! Since when are you so buff!”

“I’m strong since birth! I’m a strong guy!”

“You were a fucking toothpick, dude!”

“Yeah-?” Oh you dared him with that. He tightens the grip on you and starts running and jumping around with you still (!) on his back.

“Song MinGIIIII-!”

Yeosang hasn’t noticed that he broke the staring-duel with Seonghwa a while ago. As he noticed Mingi walking over to you as well, he had to see. Seonghwa didn’t say anything, just kept eye between Yeosang and the scene he was watching unfold: You, cradling Mingis face before he picked you up and you two seemed to have a lot of fun, while Yunho recorded it on his phone. Yeosang knows you guys are friends too and he knows Mingi and Yunho long enough to know their intentions, but-- … But what if- Well it’s been a long time since and he never told the others really and---

Seonghwa keeps watch, waits to spot anything in Yeosangs frozen face, so fixed on this scene. Chest tense, just as his breathing, eyes not wide nor mad- but turning more and more deep every second passing. Eventually, Seonghwa fills two glasses with Soju, placing them right in front of Yeosang with a louder than necessary sound. Finally Yeosang snaps out from watching you and looks at Seonghwa, before he looks at the filled glasses.

“You lost about two to three minutes ago.”

“Oh- … Are you drinking with me?”

“No.” he flicks his tongue. “One for defeat. One for courage.”

Yeosang stares at the glasses until he understands which defeat and which courage he means. As he does, he quietly, but sharply exhales and picks up defeat, chugging it down. A warm burning in his throat. He picks up courage, looking over to you, Mingi and Yunho once more, before he meets Seonghwas gaze again. Then stares at the glass again. “Courage.” mumbling to himself and chugs it down as well.

Somehow courage burns more than defeat. But not as much as his whole body overall seems to burn. If he wouldn’t know any better, he’d think he’s either shaking or set on fire. And there is only one way to extinguish or at least get it under control. He stands up- Mistake! His legs more wobbly than he thought they’d be. Seonghwa stabilizes him with a grip at his arm. The way he stares up at him says it all; But since Yeosang drank said courage, he’s gonna do it! He starts walking towards you, Mingi and Yunho, reaches you three- And keeps walking...

#2#

The bathroom door shuts and locks behind him “Arghh! Get it together, Yeosang.” he huffs and ruffs his hair, feeling his surroundings spin “Ohhh, I’m drunk. Why did I drink when she’s here? Why is she here? Why did they not tell me?!” he rests his forehead against the cold tiles. Rewinding it all in his head to the moment he opened the door and saw you again for the first time in years. Your eyes widened by surprise- (Sparkling?) “So beautiful” he sinks down and takes place on the floor “Uhh you’re so beautiful…”

The last time you had seen each other, he didn’t know that it would be the last time. You had broken the news for the job at a come together like today. But he hadn’t thought you would leave so shortly after it.

His brows furrow and eyes narrow as he remembers how he’d been then. How he had slowly distanced himself from you even before the news. He can’t even remember the last messages you two exchanged- Only that you eventually didn’t answer anymore. Or was it him? He sighs as he realizes it does sounds more like him. (It was him.)

Why? Oh well, just look at him: Staring into a not existing distance as he thinks back to the moment he opened the door for you. The moment you two hugged each other- His hands feeling your back under his again. His hands grazing over his arms in memory, as if they’d try to find your touch again. He doesn’t of course. But something else finds him. It grazes his nose and his eyes snap wide. The faint scent of you, barely lingering on his clothes. He rapidly pulls the fabric of his shirt, bringing it to his nose and inhales. Inhales deep.

It’s there. Barely, but your scent is there. He keeps inhaling- seeking to grasp it for longer and more than the faint hint he catches of you.

Eventually it’s gone and he realizes what he just did for an unknown amount of time. Again, he stares into nothingness, a little shocked, you could say. “What am I doing?” he slowly runs his fingers through his hair before rubbing the back of his neck “I’m drunk. Yeah, I’m just really drunk.” his head falling back against the tiles again.

This is it. You needed a break! You couldn’t hold up with their games anymore. Rules? Which rules? “You learn while you’re at it” they say but there wasn’t happening anything anymore, except loud bantering, yapping and whatsoever chaos. Therefore you sneaked into the hallway, heading for the bathroom just around the corner and- “Argh!” pumping into someone once more.

“Y/N, are you okay?” you hear before seeing him. You’re asking Me? “I bumped into You.” you nod, seeing Yeosangs surprised and worried face right before you. His arms reached out, like he wants to stabilize you. “I’m good, just running from another drinking game.”

“Another one?” he sighs “I didn’t want to drink so much today but I think I’m past that…”

“Yeah, I’m also past the part where I’d confidently go home.”

“You shouldn’t go on your own.”

“I won’t. Yunho said I could stay, so I’m gonna do that.”

“You sleep in Yunhos bed??”

“Whichever is free, I guess. He said San would probably sleep somewhere else or so-;”

“Ahh…” he exhales, before grabbing the back of his neck. “I- I would have offered to drive you, but I can’t do that after drinking.”

Really? “You can drive me home tomorrow.” are you flirting? “If you want to and your schedule-”

“I’ll drive you tomorrow.”

Oh, that was surprisingly easy. And even tho he didn’t let you finish your sentence, you heart skipped a beat about it. Why is that? Those aren’t some old feelings of yours, Y/N, that are sparking up right now, right?

“Well- Since we both seem to need a little breather- What do we say we clink ourselves out for a bit?” Like we used to?

For a moment you don’t know if you should have asked him. He blinks, surprised, perplex even. But then a smile draws on his lips. He does remember those times too. “I’ll get something to eat, wait here.”

He disappears around the corner you came from and you take the moment and check yourself in the bathroom. The night definitely progressed. So has your hair and make-up. You ‘fix’ what you can fix and as you step out the bathroom- “Argh-!” Almost bump into him once more.

“Maybe I should wear a collar with a bell, so I’m warning everyone when I move.”

“You can bump into me anytime.”

“What-?” you look at him questioning, seeing his ears heating up.

“Uuh-” he rubs the back of his neck, before remembering the bag of some sweet snack in his hand. “It’s not much but we got more in our apartment.”

“Right, this one’s from Hongjoong, Woo and Jongho.” I wonder what his and Yunhos apartment looks like.

“It’s just two floors higher.”

“Let’s go then.”

Yunhos and Yeosangs apartment has the same layout with the kitchen, living room and balcony outside. Which he presents:

“This is the living room with the couch and TV. There are consoles to play on TV. As to it can be noted.” he akwardly gestures around “This is our kitchen where Yunho is cooking. I’m not really allowed to do anything here without surveillance. Sometimes I do it anyways.”

“Oh what a bad boy you are, Yeosang.” you can’t keep that comment to yourself. “Cooking without surveillance as you are in your twenties.”

He looks at you with this ‘Yeosang-tese’-look as you call it: slightly to highly confused, flustered, awkward, happy to be here.

“I- I can’t tell if you’re joking right now.”

“Really?”

“Y-Yeah?”

“You are a great cook, Sangie.” you say, with the most sincere voice and face. Three seconds where you look at each other, and then burst out in laughter together.

It is warm outside. The difference between the AC inside and the warmth outside is Something. You sit on two chairs next to each other, two cans of soda and some more snacks between you on the floor- Taking in the relative quiet of a night in Seoul for a while. Cars passing by in distance, the dim street lights. You can’t hear the rest of the group two floors below. This building has some real good insulation.

“I can’t remember the last time we sat together like this.” he eventually says after a few minutes.

“Don’t make me think about it or I will feel old.”

“Old isn’t bad. You grow with age.”

“Did you grow?” you turn you head towards him “Apart from your muscle mass.” it’s so dark but from his shy chuckle you know that his face and ears are heating up.

“I hope I have.” he looks over to you for a moment, before turning his gaze back to scan the buildings you can see from the balcony. You hear his breath hitch- Inhaling sharply- See him nervously intertwining his fingers. You don’t say anything. Whatever he wants to say, he’ll get there on his own. And eventually- “I’m- I’m really sorry I didn’t talk to you- responded anymore.”

It means something to him, you can hear it. He looks at you, trying to scan your face as you hold your gaze onto the distance. You should be touched about it, glad or relieved-! But you don’t feel anything about his words. Are you mad? Still?

“I won’t lie, it did hurt my feelings, but-” it’s what I intended to happen. “Well, it’s something that happens as you grow older. Friends move away and they become strangers over time. Doesn’t necessarily mean you don’t care about them- They are just not part of your life anymore and neither are you in theirs.”

“Am I a stranger now?” This gets you to look at him. Not saying anything, your face hard to read in the dark. I want to be a part of your life, Y/N, like before. What did I miss in all that time? When did you think of me? Did you think of me at all?

“I don’t know.” you admit, glancing at him for a moment. “It’s- Sitting here with you feels like no time has ever passed.” you look away into the night again “While at the same time I know how I have changed and am not the same person anymore who used to sit next to you.”

“Hmm” he starts thinking about it. Trying to find the right words for what he thinks and feels-; Eventually, a deep exhale escaping him. “You’re so good at expressing your feelings.”

“I assure you, I’m not.”

“You can express them. I still haven’t really learned that.”

“You do can express them, you’re just more thorough with which words you choose for it.”

Yeosangs eyes narrow. You are just as thorough as I am, but you always find the better words. Those that linger on my tongue but can’t let out. And even those that I have not come to find yet. How do you do that, Y/N?

“So- What’s your thinking? Do I feel like a stranger?” You have to ask.

“No.”

“You sure?”

“You are here. We talk on the same level we used to-”

“Do we?” you interrupt, crooking your head skeptical “You’re drunk, and yet still so tense.”

“Ahh-” he grabs the back of his neck. You’re right. “I- didn’t know you’d be here.”

“It’s not like I just came here 10 minutes ago.” not holding back that push. “They didn’t tell you?”

“No.” Everyone knew except me.

They were able to hold this back? “Bastards! I ran into them on Wednesday!”

“Ah! Right, they went out that day. I wanted to go with them but had a photoshoot.”

Thank god he did. You don’t want to imagine how awkward it would have been seeing him right on the streets.

“Ah, well- I ran into you anyway.” you chuckle.

“What?”

“As you came out the bathroom, I ran into you.” you remind.

“Not forgetting that.” he chuckles.

“Yeah, well on Wednesday I didn’t see them as I left the restaurant and literally bumped into San and Mingi.” best way to hide a lie, is within some truth.

“How did you miss them? They’re big dudes.”

“Mingi might be taller,” dem big chest! “But you and San are quite similar from your physique.”

You hear him blush. “Thank you.” Proudly. “I put a lot of work into it.”

“Doesn’t surprise me.”

“How come?”

“When you want something, you’re very persistent. More a quiet persistence, than others, that will tear down a wall being impatient about it. You are patient. Sometimes a little too much. But you’re not letting go of something no matter how difficult it seems to achieve. You know you want it and therefore you will.” you halt as you consider what sits on your tongue. You sigh and continue “I don’t think I told you, but I really admired that about you. I still do.”This is so cringe, Y/N...

Yeosang wouldn’t agree if he’d hear your thoughts. His ears heat up, just like his chest. He looks over to you, as you still gaze into the distance to avoid any eye-contact.

Why don’t you look at me? “You never told me.”

“Hmhm.” you feel his eyes piercing on you.

Look at me. “How come now?”Look at me...

“I-” you give up and give him a glance. Shrug your shoulders before looking away again “Just trying to catch up on some stuff.” Because I don’t know how or if you and I can become friends again as we used to. Even though we didn’t talk for years- Even if more years like that will be upon- I want you to know that no matter what happens, no matter how invisible you sometimes believe you are, that you are one very admirable person, Yeosang. And I don’t think you’re aware of the actual amount of strength you have, even tho you’re already using it.

That’s not all you’re telling. “I like that.” he takes both soda cans and hands you yours to take “Catching up then.”

You smile and take your can before ‘clinking’ it against his. “To catching up.”

#3#

After another moment of silence between you -taking in the night, you do start catching up on some stuff. You tell him some stories from abroad, and him also some stories abroad, while on tour, just like some from at home. You both hear those stories, for the first time, but it feels like you had always kept in touch about those during the time that passed.

Eventually, you hear the melody from the frontdoor, indicating that someone entered the apartment. You both snoop inside -still hidden in the outside dark. It’s Yunho, tiredly walking towards the fridge. Tilting, then scratching his head in confusion. “That was his soda.” Yeosang explains and you press your lips on another to not laugh. The tall confused sighs and grabs something else from the fridge, before disappearing to his room. “That was my smoothie he took.” he sounds shocked. Your hand slaps on your mouth, containing the laughter. “That was my smoothie, Y/N.” he sounds sad.

“Well, we took his sodas, Yeosang.”

“Still…” he pouts.

“Since when do you grudge when drunk?”

“Tired And drunk.” Are we even drunk anymore? He checks the time on his phone, exhaling even more tired before showing it to you.

“Ehw- Good morning.” you frown. “We should sleep.”

“Yeah…” You both tidy up and get inside.

“You got a blanket somewhere maybe?” you nod towards the couch.

He follows your look, before turning perplex back at you. “You’re not sleeping on the couch.”

“Where else? You wanna run through the other apartments and check which bed is free?”

“Mine’s free. I take the couch.”

Oh. ... “Yeo-”

“I can sleep on my own couch for a night.”

“… … …” you give up, you’re too tired. “I said you were persistent, didn’t I?” you sigh and he smiles proudly “Okay.”

The two of you stroll to his room, where he gets some comfortable clothes for himself and you. You change in his room, while Yeosang does in the bathroom. You’d like to look around, but honestly you are too tired for that. Therefore, after you changed, you just head to the bathroom to wish him goodnight. The door leans open, Yeosang is leaned over the sink, washing his face. His hair fixed back with some hair-clips and- Shit… This well fitting black tank-top really-- Damn. Gets you awake.

His arms are big. Have they been this big before too? Did you not notice the veins on his lower arms? His strong and slender hands?

As he dries his face he notices you. Something in his look making you stutter “I- I-” Don’t look at his chest don’t look at his defined chest oh my god what is wrong with me. “I just- wanted to say goodnight.”

The judge(ing mal)tese stares. Nothing needs to be said for you to understand. “I guess not.” you sigh and shuffle inside, as he hands you a toothbrush with toothpaste on, along with placing a package of wet-tissues in front of you, to clean your face.

You brush your teeth as he applies creame and oils on his face- working and massaging them in with care. As you are done, you wipe your face, before washing it in the sink as well. (Wipes are not enough, according to him…). While drying your face, a big yawn escapes you. Yeosang pulls a little stool from the side and pushes your shoulder down to flop down on it.

“Am I not done yet?” you whine.

“No.” he takes a cream and gently starts applying it on your skin. “You need to take care of that beautiful face.”

He didn’t notice he said that. But you did.

“Yeosang thinks I’m beautiful, hm?” you ask, and his hands halt at the side of your face. His ears turning hot- eyes widening; But as he notices your soft smile- So sweet and gentle-; The panic, which was just rising- gone instantly. His features turning soft.

Yes, I do.

You don’t know what you’re gonna think about that tomorrow. For now, you close your eyes and let him apply the cream. As it feels like he’s done, you want to stand up, but he places a hand on your shoulder again.

“I’m tired as hell, Yeosang…” you whine once more. Too tired to care for the tone of your voice.

“Me too.”

You sigh exhausted. “Just so you know, I’m only enduring this because you called me beautiful and because of your flawless skin.”

He chuckles with a wide grin you don’t see. “Good g-” and presses his lips on another. You didn’t hear it! Realizing that, a smug grin forms on his lips as he keeps massaging the cream onto your skin. Good girl.

His hands leave your face and you open your eyes again, spotting that very grin. “What are you grinning about?”

Your submissiveness. “Nothing.” the grin not leaving his lips.

#4#

After saying goodnight, Yeosang fell onto the couch. You fell into Yeosangs bed. Both of you asleep in an instant. A dreamless night.

You wake up on your own. The room almost dark. A stray of light sneaking in under the blinds. Head not feeling as bad as you thought it would. That’s good. And even better- This bed is reeeally comfortable. You stretch like a cat and roll on the other side, getting even more comfortable. Your phone lies right in front of you on the mattress. Too comfortable to check the time, until the screen lights up, signaling the income of a message.

<Good morning are you awake? I’m downstairs for a few minutes. Will be back<

Right, you remember. He wanted to drive you home. Apparently, he didn’t forget about it. Means: You have to get up. Ughh… You grumble at the thought of it. This bed is too comfortable to leave! But you have stuff to do today as well. Cleaning your apartment and doing the laundry. The never ending tasks of adulthood: Why is there always laundry? Why is there always dust? Why are there always dishes? (Well, you got the luxury of a dishwasher but still!)

No matter how much you wanna stay in this bed, you get up, make the bed and change into your clothes from yesterday. You don’t see a laundry bin in his room, therefore you just but the clothes at the end of the bed. Opening the blinds, you almost go blind -it’s too bright outside; And as you check the mirror, you believe something in your vision must have been destroyed by the sun, because: Your skin looks amazing! Not as amazing as Yeosang but- like- Your face-It looks so good-! “What the fuck--?”

Whatever oils and creams Yeosang put on your face last night: You need this stuff asap!

The rest of the apartment is quiet. Yunho seems to be still asleep. “Look at that. Didn’t I say you could sleep at Yeosangs?” or not.

You turn around and see one tall stupidly grinning Yunho -joggers, T-Shirt and ruffled hair, leaned against the kitchen counter with a hot steaming mug in his hand.

No words, but rolling your eyes, before you point towards the couch, where a neatly folded blanket lays.

Yunho raises curious eyebrow. “You two slept on the couch?”

“He did.”

His grin instantly gone. Only disappointment in his face. “There was only one bed and he chose the couch?”

“I wanted to stay on the couch, but he wouldn’t let me.”

“Even worse!” he rolls his eyes with a deep sigh.

“Now that we’re interrogating: Why don’t you tell me why Yeosang didn’t know I’d show up yesterday?”

Calmly -smug as hell, he takes a sip from his mug “Honestly, I’m surprised everyone could shut it that long.”

Are you fucking serious? “Jeong Yun-Ho!”

“Y/LN/ Y/N.”

The melody of the frontdoor sings as Yeosang enters the apartment again. You two meet his gaze, as confusion arrives in his features.

“Morning.” nods Yunho.

“Good- morning.” Yeosang sounds unsure what he stumbled into.

“Hey.” you wave, kind of awkward.

Yeosangs eyes switch between you and Yunho, before eventually staying on you. “I- got your jacket and bag” he holds them up in his hands “They were still downstairs.”

“Oh, thank you.” you had completely forgotten about it.

“I’ll get my gym-bag and then we can drive- If you-”

“Yeah sure.”

Why the hell is this so awkward? Silently communicating with Yunho via mimic, as you wait for Yeosang to get his stuff from his room

As he’s finally back, you say your goodbye to Yunho and after a relatively quiet elevator drive, you find yourself in a new black KIA Ceed with tinted windows.

“Nice car you got.” you note as he drives out of the underground parking.

“It’s a rental. Mine is at the shop and haven’t come to pick it up yet.”

“Oh, for a check-up or-?”

“Inspection.”

“Ah.” you nod, now very curious. “So which car does Yeosang drive?”

“A CLA 180.”

“Mercedes.” Expensive!

“Not what you expected?”

“No, I think it suits you. Mercedes is more elegant, graceful.”

“San said something similar when I was thinking which to pick.”

“You were choosing between two?”

“Three, actually. All also Mercedes.”

“Oh! Now, what did San say to the others?”

“To the GT 63 he said it’s too much of a sports-car and I’m not the person for that but rather-” he nods in your direction “for something elegant.”

“Good feedback of him.” you nod approving “And which was the other?”

“A G-class, but wasn’t sure which one.”

“The fuckboy car?”

“The-” he gasps with wide eyes. Quickly and shocked glancing over to you. “It’s not a fuckboy car.”

“It iiis.” you tease for a few seconds, before letting him off that hook. “Okay the one I’m thinking of should be considered an oldtimer now, I don’t think you’d have gotten that one.” you stretch your arms before soo casually looking at him, throwing the next hook. “But what do I know! Have you become a fuckboy, Yeosang?”

He gasps again, surprised and perplex, ears red as hell as you withhold a laugh “I- I don’t know. I don’t think so??”

“So-- you’re not having anyone around who thinks you are dating them or anything else?”

“Well, you know how idols are-”

“Of course, of course.” you nod, rolling your eyes amused. “You all are the idols by the book of idols, abstinent and celibate while always everly desirable.” The perfect crush.

He chuckles ”Now why is a G-class a fuckboy car? Did you go out with someone who had that car?"

“No,” you start but correct yourself as you remember. “No wait there was this one guy, but we were just on one date.”

“It didn’t work out?”

“No. He was kind of snobbish; But the car and everything how he presented himself didn’t feel-” you try to think of a fitting word

“Like Him. Not authentic.”

“Yeah! More like a show for everyone around him. Which- Of course you can show off, but like you said, it didn’t feel like him.”

“Hm” he hums understanding. “So he didn’t corrupt your view on a G-class.”

“No, that comes from a character, who does drive this vehicle and is the absolute worst that has ever come to exist in fiction. Handsome and very charming and I fall for it everytime but just the worst. Very well written character. Horrible person tho.”

Let’s ignore the horrible person part. “So this car would show that I am handsome and charming.”

“The 180 does that job too. Besides, you don’t need a car for that.”

He smiles quiet, little and happy. “So Y/N thinks I’m handsome and charming.”

Yes I do.“You can be.” Your teeth biting your lower lip with a grin, as you fumble the fabric of your bag in your lap. Even tho it was late and both of you had been really tired- None of you forgot about that moment.

“You need to take care of that beautiful face.”

“Yeosang thinks I’m beautiful, hm?”

Flirting isn’t very friend-ish. No it’s not. Not in the way you two are at it. Both of you blushing in your seats. Hearts twirling. A flustered grin on both your faces. With Yeosang not making it more platonic.

“Ah- Shouldn’t you have taken that turn earlier?”

“Just a quick stop.” he pulls to the side in a free parking spot. “One minute.” he smiles assuring and leaves the car.

“O-kay?” you watch him as he jogs into a small alley between two restaurants. There is a chalkboard-sign with an arrow showing into the alley- something writing atop of it. You can’t read it since there are two people blocking the view for the moment, until they finally step aside and you can read: ‘Breakfast & Lunch to Go’

The moment you read the sign, Yeosang comes out of the alley, a paper-bag in one hand and a cup-holder with two cups in the other.

Yeah… You remember again how damn easy it was to fall for him.

You reach over and take everything from his hands, so he can easily get in the car. “Thank you.”

“What is this?”

He shakes the strands falling in his face back in place “We didn’t have much at home for breakfast, so-” he explains with a smile.

Oh yeah you remember damn well how easy it was. You could kiss him right now for that. Just on the cheek- But you’re not doing that. You know how he is with physical touch. And you don’t want to make the wrong impression.

“Thank you, Yeosang.” it comes from your heart. From this moment right now. And maybe also the version of you from years ago, before you left.

Yeosang drops you off at your apartment -heading to the gym. You, get home with your breakfast.

As the door to your apartment closes behind you, you need a moment. This evening did not go as you thought it would. You didn’t want to go actually. You take everything off- remembering how you silently screamed and huffed before leaving because you just didn’t want to go. Scared it would get awkward and you’d excuse yourself after two hours of polite attendance, saying you’d feel a little tired. Then get home and maybe cry because the realization hit that you had become a stranger to them, as they to you.

But none of that had happened last night. You drank with them together. Goofed around. Yeosang let you sleep in his bed- “Oh shit, right-” you remember and pull out your phone to text him.

>Btw I couldn’t find a laundry bin, so I just put the clothes you lend me on the bed...>

<The chair at my work-desk is my laundry bin 😐<

> 😅 Good to know! Thanks again, for driving me home.^^ >

<Any time <

#5#

You put the phone aside and start with what you are meant to do: household…

The earphones blast random on your favorite songs playlist. The laundry is running, the kitchen is cleaned, as suddenly HALAZIA by ATEEZ starts playing. It’s really good, you haven't listened to it for some time. You are so happy that they have grown so much in all this time. Again, just like then, you feel that ache in your chest. Clenching from the inside- sentimental and proud. Until you hear Yeosangs part. That deep hum of his, followed by his dark raspy voice-; And you feel something else clench.

“Wow.” you pull the earphones off. No no no no no nu-uh! “Maybe I should listen to something else.” and play the first podcast you find instead.

At the gym, Yeosang focuses on his workout. Headphones on. Warming up by working with his body-weight. Focusing on keeping his position steady while planking. Not thinking of you or anything, not at all. Not how you were staring at his arms, when he was washing his face. (Yeah, he saw that). Or how you were desperately trying to not look at his torso as he wore that black tank-top. Or your little sighs, which sounded like whines, after you had flopped down so obediently on the little stool...

Planks aren’t distracting enough anymore, he switches to push-ups. While at it, he doesn't think of you wearing his clothes- No, not at all. Or that you were sleeping in his bed last night. Or the moment he caught your scent on his shirt; You, texting him -although he knew, that those clothes are on his bed. Him, almost biting through his lip, to just pack his bag and leave that folded pile as it is. You, blushing and biting your lip when admitting you find him handsome and charming.

Shit-- He halts mid push-up. His chest heaving- A pearl of sweat dripping from his nose. Feeling how he’s getting hard. “Seriously?” he whisper hisses to himself and tries to find something that- Oh! That one deeply horrendous aegyo of Wooyoung. Something he will sadly never forget and if unfortunate, will have to experience again at an unsuspected moment. That face he makes… That voice. A shower of disgust runs over his back. But-! He immediately feels himself softening again. Works every time.

He keeps thinking of Wooyoungs aegyo. Just every few moments, to be safe. But he just can’t keep you out of his mind. Not during his workout. Not on the drive back. Not back at the apartment- taking a shower, where it’s just soo tempting to let those thoughts about you win.

No. No! He’s tired! He’ll just do his usual routine and then take a nap -in the bed you slept. Just resting a bit more -in his bed where you slept. Just laying down on the mattress, where you were laying. The bathrobe loosely bound, not in the mood to change into something else.

But, another bummer! His pillow suddenly feels so uncomfortable to lie on. … But oh, this folded pile of clothes on his bed, looking just ideal to lay his head on. His eyes are fixed on the pile with the door to his room in the background. His eyes switching on both things. Nothing on his mind, and yet he’s thinking a lot. He feels a lot.

He locks the door without a thought. Doesn’t matter that Yunho’s not there anyway. He just- He just wants to rest. Dropping down on his bed once more. Resting his head on the clothes and starts scrolling through various apps, until the group-chat of ATEEZ pops up. One time with sending a bunch of photos and second time with a few videos. He wipes the notifications away, until-

Mingi <We gotta invite her to a group chat asap!!<

Hongjoong <Make a new one, please 🙄 <

Seonghwa <Another one? 😩 <

Yeosang checks the sent data in the chat. The photos are all from last evening. Showing them all, including you, who Mingi is speaking off.

Mingi <You all missed her just as I did!<

Woo <I think one of us missed her most 👀<

San <Me!<

Mingi <Yeah, me!<

Jongho < A solar system can only have one sun<

Mingi <???<

San <You meant ‘San’ right?<

Yeosang rolls his eyes and deactivates the WiFi- taking a look at the photos and videos without any more disturbances.

*!*

Those are some good pictures! Some blurred, but that only shows what a good come together it was. You laugh in several photos, sometimes you look confused, sometimes hyped- Gosh you’re so cute...

His breath hitches and he presses his thighs together. This time tho, he doesn’t stop it.

Is he really that desperate? Does he want you that much?

He watches the videos. Maybe skipping a few, until he finds the one he is looking for. As he finds it, his breath sharpens. The moment Yunho had filmed, as you cradled Mingis face, calling him ‘Princess Minki’ before he pulled you up on his back. Your grip on him- A strong grip. And you laugh at each other, having so much fun together…

He throws his phone to the side. Frustrated. Lying on his back, staring at the ceiling, his hand loosening the bathrobe which has somehow become too tight-; His hand staying at his abdomen. His mind replaying that moment of you, sitting on the stool. Your eyes closed. So trusting. So submissive. To him. To Me. Grazing your face- Your lips so beautiful- Whining tiredly, because of him- Because of Me.

He turns his head to the side. His nose grazing against the fabric that clothed your skin last night. It’s there. Your scent. And so much more present, than that hint that was left on Yeosangs shirt. Ohh… He inhales deeply. Taking in as much as his lungs can store. “Just a little-” he whispers, tells himself although he knows it won’t be a little more. One hand grasping the fabric and bringing it to to his nose- The other, wandering from his abdomen, down to his now hardened length. Sloowly stroking- Oh dear...

Your scent taking over his mind. Imagining how you are beneath him- your hands holding tight onto his arms, breath all shaky, your body trembling, soft exhausted whines escaping your mouth- all because of him. “Hhrgh-” he rumbles, inhaling with every stroke. Imagining you, sitting on the stool beneath him. His hands resting at the side of your face- “Yeosang thinks I’m beautiful, hm?” “Yes I do-” he whispers, smiles as he remembers that smile of yours. Oh how much he wanted to kiss you then. How much he wanted to cradle your face- Grab your waist and press you against him- “Arhh-” His strokes turning firmer- Catching the precum and spreading it all over his dick with every further stroke.

If this wouldn’t have been the first time you’d seen each other again- Oh what he would have done… But because it was the first time-; Imagining last night differently. Both of you in his bed. Him, cradling your face- pulling you in for a kiss.

His hand lets go of the fabric and runs up his torso, over his chest, up to his neck -imagining it was your hand that needed him closer.

Your lips- Oh my god he just knows they feel so good. That you taste so good. His tongue playing with yours, before seeking- needing, to kiss every inch of you. Traveling along your neck- kissing, tasting your skin-; Wandering down your sternum, finding your breasts- Licking over one nipple before taking it between his teeth. You, whining, your back arching under his touch. “Y/-N”

His breath fastening- desperate, needy strokes turning harder and faster. Oh the sounds you’d make for him… How your walls would feel around his fingers- clenching warm, drenching wet, deliciously, as his lips and tongue would please your clit. Oh how you’d whine for him. Your hands grasping onto his hair- “Fuck, Love-” Your breaths turning into hasty whines under him- His breaths turning hasty- whiny.

He presses the fabric against the lower half of his face with urgency. It’s drenched from his hot breath, but he doesn’t care. He wants you. He wishes you were here so fucking badly, that he licks against the fabric and sucks in deeply the scent of you sticking to it. His abdomen tightening as well- he is so close. Not able to last long just thinking of you. Oh dear how much he’d wanna see you cum. Feel you cum- Hear you! Your hands clinging onto him- digging into his skin, your whines turning into the sweeties cries as his fingers curl inside- “Come for me-” he cries against the fabric, stroking hard, harder. “Come all over me, my good g-- Hrhh--!”

His release spills over his torso. His hand slowly stroking, to get the last bit of it.

It takes a moment. As he’s done, his hand just stops and rests on his wet, sticky dick. With every breath his mind clears more and more. More and more realizing, that his feelings towards you changed.

He still remembers his panic back then when he realized that you -any message, any call, had become the highlight of his day. That he couldn’t stop thinking about you. That your smile was the most beautiful thing he had seen. He felt so proud whenever he had made you laugh. And yet, it had terrified him.

But now, all this fear is gone. When did that happen? During the time you were away? Or- The moment he opened the door, seeing you in front of him? Yeah. In that moment he knew it. Instantly and definitely: I want you. I want you to be mine. I want to be yours.

******** >> Part 2 >> ********

A/N: Yeosang.... Yeosang. Yeosang.... This man is such a secret-sleeper agent when it comes to wrecking your biases. I can't deny- I am smitten by this man.

Well- By the way yours and Yunhos eyes meet-;

"Oh god they're gonna do it" realizes Seonghwa, before it happens.

You rise on your knees, as Yunho does the same. His arms wrap around you, yours cling at his chest-; Somewhere inbetween Hongjoong grabs his phone "Hold up- Lemme get that!" and starts filming.

"My- My Lord-" you gasp 'wounded' acting overly dramatic as your shaking hand reaches to touch his face.

"Y/N-!" Yunho acting just like you. His hand reaches up from your back- acting like he sees the blood from your wound. He gasps in shock and cradles your face with terror in his eyes "I should have never let you go. Not when my heart wants nothing but for you to be by my side."

"Forever!" adds, reminds Wooyung. "He said 'forever'!"

"Foreveeer." whisper sings Yunho and brings everyone -except San, to laugh.

"You guys are so unromantic." huffs San.

"Excuse us?" you pout, grab Yunhos chin and turn his gaze, for you both to meet Sans "He's giving everything!"

Yunho can't hold back his laughter and buries his face at your shoulder.

"They kissed. You didn't." reminds Jongho, again, so relaxed. Yeosang throwing a look at him.

"Yeah! Where's the kiss!" calls, demands Mingi.

"Don't just tease-! If you start, go all the way!" presists Wooyoung.

"Nah, they don't got the guts for that." dares San.

San shouldn't have said that. Maybe he did it on purpose at this point. Because the way yours and Yunhos eyes meet again- Narrowed, and ready to take that challange.

"Will this ruin our friendship?" Yunho asks polite.

"It's called acting, Yuyu." you shrug.

"You're right. I'm in." he turns to the others "You guys just want a kiss or the whole scene again?"

The response, chaotic:

"You guys take it too seriously!"

"I don't wanna see that!"

"Full scene!"

"I don't care, just kiss already!"

"Nah we're not gonna half-ass here. The whole scene, Yuyu!" you proclaim- and there you start again.

Yunhos arms wrap around you once more and yours cling to his chest. But this time- it's somehow not as mocking and overly dramatic. Not serious but- As you reach with shaking hand to touch Yunhos face "My lord-" your voice, a whimper; you see something shifting in Yunhos gaze. It remains for a moment, before he blinks and it's shifted again.

One hand lets go off your back- he looks at it in fear, as if it was drenched in blood; before he gently cradles your face "Y/N- I should have never let you go." his eyes scanning your face with urgency "Not when my heart wants nothing but for you to be by my side." his thumb brushing over your cheek "Forever." before he leans into you and carefully, tenderly kisses you.

During and after the kiss it was so quiet, that the only thing to hear, was the TV, which became more of a background noise.

The reactions of the others- Some had their mouth gaping open, some (Mingi and Woo!) cheered and applauded as if they were at the Oscars...

Sans reaction- Somehow he was hard to read.

Eventually, the movie ended, you started another and you forgot about the kiss. 'Forgot'. Not thinking about how you felt your face getting very very warm, as your ears; Not like your mind was spinning and spinning all around it; Or that look in Yunhos eyes...

At one point you fall asleep and wake up in a much darker living-room. The TV is black and most have left to their rooms already. The tired mumbling of Hongjoong wakes you, who gets brought to bed by Seonghwa.

You tiredly blink and look around. Only Yunho is left, sitting on the floor with his back against the couch. You two should sleep too, and especially Yunho should get into his bed before his back will be all fucked up in the morning from sleeping like that.

"Yuyu--" you hum tiredly, and gently shake his shoulder. "Yunho, wake up."

Slowly he blinks himself awake, turning his head to you. "Heyy" he rumbles tired.

"Everyone has gone to bed." you nod towards you; he follows your gaze and sees as well, that everyone has left.

"Hmhmm..." he nods and then turns to you again. "You wanna sleep here?"

"I don't wanna move."

"Understandable. Me neither." he says and crawls onto the couch as well "Scoot"

"Yah, you got your own bed."

"But you look more comfortable." he pushes you further, before laying down as well, right next well. "And I don't wanna sleep with your feet in my face. No matter how much I like you."

"Good to know Yunho has no foot fetish."

He laughs tiredly and pulls at the blanket.

"Don't snatch my blanket."

"You're visting. Ain't yours."

"Claimed it first tonight."

He grumbles. Thinks. And sighs before he gets up. "We need another one." He looks between the pillows on the floor and finds not one, but two more cozy blankets. Throwing the first, halfly over you and the other over your feet. Then he crawls under the blankets with you, sounding content. "Much better..."

"It is. Thank you, my Lord." you hum, content as well and cuddle yourself deeper under the blankets.

"Wh- What-?"

"My Lord..." you repeat sweetly and very tired as you look at him. Seeing Yunho, biting his lip, as you do. "Oh my god, Yunho- Don't tell me you're into this."

"I'm not. It's just-" he inhales sharp and shifts his legs under the blankets "It's- just the way you say it."

Ohh You prep yourself up on one elbow. Looking down on him. "Well then, my-" you stop as Yunho grabs your jaw. Gentle, not harsh. And yet, determined. You end your sentence with a voice, so, so small "Yunho..."

Even with the little light in this room you see him smile. He straightens up as well -not letting go of your jaw, as he leans closer, so close-- and whispers, dares, demands "Again." against your lips.

Your chest shivers- flutters. He notices. His hand wanders from your jaw- soothes over your neck with his digits; Before then carefully lifting your chin to meet his gaze. Demanding once more, but softly. So soft... "Say it again."

"My Yunho." you whisper and feel a your heart fluttering.

"Very good." he praises, smiles- and slowly- slowly, closes the tiny gap between you. Once more today he kisses you. But this time, with intent. And you- you let him. Your arms wrapping around his neck as he lays you down, his lips not letting go of yours- only deeping the kiss more and more.

********

A/N: I guess I missed writing for Yunho, I can't explain why else this gotten so long.