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Nam-Gyu couldn't help but pout, taking liberty in Myung-gi not pushing him away to lean against him, chin on shoulder. The dramatics weren't necessary, but anything to elicit a reaction. Any reaction is fine by Nam-Gyu, as either way it'd be satisfying to get a slap or choice words. He moved his hand, tracing the curve of the other man's throat with his index. From the chin, slowly sliding down and over his Adam's apple.

"I don't ruin moods." He almost proudly said. Almost, because as much as it was fun to do, bragging isn't for him. Not currently, "In fact, I think I'm pretty good at elevating the mood. I was a Club Promoter, you know." Now that was proudly proclaimed. He loved his job, even if no proper degrees were necessary in the job. Eventually, he moved his hand to Myung-gi's shoulder, seemingly unable to move his hands away from the poor man.

"I wouldn't think that..." It was true, "I told you - I'm not looking for any serious shit. I'm just thinking, one day we're all gonna die. Could be tomorrow, the day after...You gotta live a little. I'll even smile with you! I bet your smile is like...Ugh- I bet it'll have me squealing, man. Not in- like. A girly, bitchy way. But in a- oh my God he's so Drama coded type way!"

his knees were starting to get numb . knelt by the usual seat the frontman takes when he comes to his room , waiting tirelessly , not once moving from his spot . a good boy , glad that he was allowed to venture inside this room without being asked questions . when the elevator doors roll open , the recruiter perks up ─ visual representation of an excited dog wagging his tail . pathetic how quickly his heart is hammering in his chest , taking his breath away just watching him walk toward him . sit down , tilt his chin up . the recruiter's hand instinctively reaches out to grip onto the frontman's pants , staring back at the lifeless eyes of a black mask . ‘ i'm always thinking about you .. ‘ he whispers truthfully , eventually letting his eyes close and letting himself lean into the gloved hand . cold , a constrast against his warm skin . those words bring a soft smile to his lips , head raising again to look up . his spine straightens to sit up higher on his knees . ‘ do you think about me ? ‘ deep down , the recruiter hopes the answer is no . that soft whisper fell against the lips of a mask , which he kisses like it's something sacred ─ eyes closed and head tilted , staring down at the sculptured lips of a faux face . ‘ can i take your mask off ? ‘ warm hands delicately touch the frontman's knees , thumbs rubbing against the dark fabric .

Late to the party but still made it!

Author: WildJinx

Pairing: Chanyeol/Kyungsoo

Rating: NC-17

Summary: Kyungsoo was a stubborn omega who was determined to take care of his heats himself. Until it became too much to handle on his own. 

A/N: Very very VERY good! 

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I want you...