Was it always like this? All those agonizing chats where Yoosung lamented never having a girlfriend, was it just because he was completely oblivious. Saeran watched, eyes narrowed and jaw tight.
The short brunette giggled, her green eyes crinkling behind her stupid pink glasses. She kept adjusting her ivory colored peasant blouse I such a way that Saeran was sure was enhancing her ample assets. He didnt have a clear view as their backs were to him.
Whatever they were discussing sure had Yoosung animated. The woman placed her immaculately manicured fingers on the blonde and languished there, caressing his arm. Saeran's blood began to boil. He took a step forward trying to keep his temper in check, but the whore was making it difficult. And what the hell was wrong with his boyfriend allowing that much familiarity?
"Yoosung?" He hissed. The woman's eyes flew wide with fear as she jumped away fro. The blonde as if she'd been electrocuted. Saeran let that visual linger in his mind.
"Saeran!" Yoosung's smile cut through his face as he threw himself at his boyfriend. Arms clung to Saeran's shoulders as he pressed his slender body against him. His eyes lit up and Saeran's anxiety faded.
Yoosung captured Saeran's lips and melted into him, both breathing heavy and feeling heady. Saeran sighed and gave into the passion he was receiving.
