“Hey, I have an idea.” You jump up in enthusiasm.

Yuto looks at you in confusion. “What’s that?”

His confusion grows larger when you  run down the hall. He waits patiently for you to return but is surprised to see you dragging what looks like a white tarp and four large things of paint. You nod for him to follow you out to the back yard.

You set the armful of things down and it suddenly dawns on Yuto what all these things are for. He watches you unfold the colorful tarp.

“Okay-I know that’s twister but what’s with the paint?” He feigns ignorance, slightly know what you’re planning already.

“Well, we’re bored, it’s fun-we have the supplies.” You point to the game tarp. “Paint twister.”

Yuto’s face contorts as you flip open the cap for the yellow paint. “So messy.” Despite his nose scrunch showing he isn’t sure about the idea, he grabs the red paint. He watches you pour your paint on the dots, doing the same with the red.

Once all the paint is put on the tarp, Yuto stands to the side awkwardly. He looks over to you, watching you place the game spinner on the grass and flick the arrow.

“I should probably change into something else..” He scratches the back of his head, attempting to stall as long as possible.

“It’s washable paint.” You smile. “Right hand red.”

He blinks for a moment before taking a few steps forward. His body folds in half as he leans in front of the tarp. You watch him hesitate before finally squishing his palm into the paint pile. He glares up to you, thinking you just pranked him to touch a bunch of paint- but it surprised when you spin for yourself.

You stand beside him, slipping your sandals off and pressing your left foot into green paint. Yuto reaches over to the spinner to see what his next turn will have to be. He sighs, having to stretch to the yellow, sticking his right foot on yellow.

The more you go on, the more competitive Yuto gets. His arms are contorted in an odd way and his legs stretch across the board. He tries to sabotage you when he reaches over to the green with his left hand-”accidentally” smacking your leg. You wobble slightly but keep your balance. Yuto, however, nearly falls barely keeping himself up by his wrists. You have to lie on top of him to move your right hand to be on red. He shakes his body a little to get you to fall but it still doesn’t work. You’re practically doing a backbend over him, which he tries to not be a distraction.

He tries to reach over to the spinner, arms twisted in such a way that as soon as he lifts his left hand he collapses to the ground. Because his weight was supporting yours, you fall on top of him. He yells out, feeling paint get all over his stomach. You roll off his back but he pulls you over and throws the paint on your shirt. You yell out and crawl on top of him. He laughs, grabbing your hands. Your grips slip due to the paint. A green strip of hair frames Yuto’s face and a multicolored stripe is spread across his cheek.

“They, that hair color suits you pretty well.” You smirk and he presses his palm against your head, leaving a handprint in your hair.

“You, too.” He chuckles.

You’re surprised when he pulls you down, colliding his lips into yours. He wraps his stained arm around your shoulder and resting his now purple hand on your waist. Your legs slip in the paint but you don’t want to pull away. Yuto’s hand travels to your back but you can feel a bit more paint than you should. You sit up and he smiles.

“What? Something wrong?” He smiles and tilts his head to the side.

“Yeah." You gather a large amount of paint on your hand. "Your face needs a bit more blue." Your palm collides into his cheek and he yells out.

He grabs your waist and quickly pulls you onto your back, getting on top of you. Your feet slip from under you and your knees fall flat. Yuto loses his balance and drops down. His hands attempt to catch him but the paint smears under his palms and he collapses into your chest. You groan out but can't help but laugh at the whole situation.

Yuto slowly rolls off the tarp and states down at himself. A rainbow of paint covers his entire body. He holds a hand out for you to get to your feet, which takes a bit longer than it should due to slipping 4 times.

"I'm-gonna just get the hose." Yuto laughs before waddling over to the side of the house where the hose is.

"You sure you don't wanna clean the board and start again?" Your hands rest on your very colorful hips.

Yuto turns to you and points. "Don't tempt me. Absolutely." Without hesitation, he begins to walk towards you. His hands grab your waist once he reaches you. “But first, I wanna have some different fun.”

He heavily collides his lips into yours. You’re so focused on the sudden kiss that you barely notice his leg wrapping around yours. Once you notice, it’s too late, your back is in the pile of paint and Yuto’s body is on top of yours. He smiles down at you while unbuttoning your shorts. You gasp as the paint touches your skin. The sun hits your body, warming it up but Yuto’s touch nearly burns as he holds your hips. He stares at your torso after your shirt rides up and decides it’s missing a bit of color. His palm lays against your stomach, smearing a mixture of paint onto it.

You tug at his shirt, pulling it over his head and getting even more paint on his face and in his hair. He shoves his shorts down enough to expose himself, wasting zero time thrusting into you. You gasp out and roll your head into the tarp. You don’t care about being covered in paint anymore. Yuto gradually speeds his pace up and stares at you fiercely. One of his hands moves to your thigh, staining it red and yellow.

His other hand wraps into your hair. He pulls softly while keeping his fast pace. His hips dig into yours making you muffle a moan of pleasure. You claw at his shoulder blades and arch your back. Yuto positions himself so he can speed his pace. Your arms fall to the ground, smearing the paint around the tarp. Your body shudders and your head rolls back as you hold orgasm back. Yuto’s hand rests on your throat and he gently presses down.

He watches you squirm against him, painting your body even more. You can’t hold it back anymore, orgasming hard beneath him. Your body bucks as you try to keep quiet. Yuto takes a few hard breaths, placing a hand on your cheek and staining it as his thumb presses into your skin. He pulls away and fixes himself. You look around to make sure no one is around.

“Fuck-” You exhale heavily. “We need to cover ourselves in paint more often.”

Usually that’s what Yuto returns home with stories of, like how drunk Hyunggu got once and it took both of his friends to prevent the young man from stripping down and jumping into a fountain in the park they frequent at 1AM. Or of how they went out of their hyungs and they all encouraged and then watching Hyojong get a tattoo of a smiley face on his ass. These situations and stories were usually funny, no one got hurt (unless you count tattooing), and it was all in good fun.

When your cell phone woke you up at 1:45 you thought maybe Wooseok was calling because in his hazy mind he couldn’t remember the passcode to your door and didn’t want to wake your neighboring apartments.

“Hello? Miss (Y/N), I’m calling about a mister Adachi Yuto.”

The gruff voice on the other line jerked you from sleep, and the speed you sat up made your head spin.

“Yes? This is her speaking. What happened?”

“Well, this is officer Kim, Mister Adachi is sitting here in our holding cell with some friends and I need someone who can come pick him up.”

“Has he been arrested?” You scrambled from the warm blankets to the cold outer world and shuffled to find appropriate clothing.

“No ma’am, he and his friends were caught vandalising public property about half an hour ago and because this is his first offence he’s getting let off with a warning. But someone still needs to come get him, especially since he isn’t sober.”

“Right.” You paused, already plotting Yuto’s murder. “I’ll be down shortly. Can I only pick up Yuto or can I sign out Hyunggu and Wooseok too.”

“You may get them all if you’d like.” There was a pause. “If they aren’t too much to handle.”

“Sir, my boyfriend and his friends aren’t too much for me to handle. Thank you for letting them off with a warning.”

“Sure, I’ll be here when you get here.”

The line when dead and you rushed to change into a pair of tights and a hoodie. You grabbed your keys, threw your phone in your purse, and slipped on your shoes grumbling under your breath the whole time.

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Signing your name on the check out form for all three of your friends, you glanced over at them to see the regretful looks on their faces as they held cups of coffee in their hands. They weren’t saying anything, they weren’t even looking at you. The words you wanted to say were on the tip of your tongue, you wanted so desperately to tear into them about being stupid and almost getting arrested. However you assumed the officers who brought them in had done that already.

“Thank you ma’am.” Officer Kim nodded, checking over everything before nodded. “You kids are free to go, try to stay out of trouble okay?”

“Yes sir.” All three guys replied at the same time.

“Thank you again for not arresting them.” You bowed slightly.

“I caused trouble when I was younger too, I remember what it was like to feel invincible. But please, remember rules are here for a reason. Just be a bit more responsible okay? Have a good night.”

A chorus of ‘thank you’s and ‘you too’s followed before you lead the three out of the police station and to your car. The two influencers quietly crawled into your backseat as Yuto very slowly took the passenger’s seat. They moved slowly, carefully as if you were snap at them if they were too loud. You wanted to, oh how did you want to give them an ear full but you just sighed.

“I’m glad you didn’t actually get arrested, I would not have bail your dumbasses out.” You turned to look at each of them in turn, for the first time that night they returned the look, albeit much more reserved. “I’m dropping you two off at your own apartment.”

Wooseok and Hyunggu nodded, quickly agreeing. The drive was quiet, none of them knew what to say in response to everything and you, while you were no longer upset, just wanted to go back to bed and pretend this was a weird dream. You pulled up outside the first apartment pretty quickly seeing as they only live 5 minutes away from yours.

“Thank you (Y/N)... I’m sorry we drug you into this. Have a good rest of your night.” Wooseok said through Yuto’s open window as Hyunggu crawled through the window.

“Yea, I’m sorry too. We never meant for it all to happen. I guess we drank too much. Thank you for saving us from spending the night in the police station.” Hyunggu, in a last ditch effort to get on your good side, blew you a kiss. When you failed to react, he covered it with a cough and tugged Wooseok into their building quickly.

The rest of the drive to your apartment was just as silent, usually Yuto would have held your hand or placed it on your leg out of habit but his hands were clasped in his lap. He watched the scenery pass as your drove, only looking back when you had parked and turned the car off. He slowly gathered himself and waited for you outside the car as you grabbed your things. He walked behind you like always, his arm hovering just behind your lower back, as you walked to your building and input the code to get in. He stayed close behind you as you got to the elevator and got off at your floor. He waited quietly as you pulled your apartment key out and unlocked the door, discarded your shoes, and dropped your purse on the closest hard surface.

You were half way back to your shared room when he finally removed his shoes and set his wallet and keys beside your purse. He hung his jacket up by the door and followed your soft steps towards the bedroom. You were already back in your pajamas when he crossed the threshold.

“Shower, then you can tell me what happened.” He nodded, grabbing what he needed and going to the bathroom.

When he was done and dressed he found you sitting atop the duvet book in hand. He dropped his dirty clothes in the hamper and sat on his side of the bed, waiting for you to finish. You marked your page and turned your whole body to face him.

“I’m sorry. You can strangle me if you’d like to.” He smiled a little to see if you’d react.

“Don’t tempt me Adachi.” You rolled your eyes, a little chuckle escaping. “What did you even do? Vandalizing what?”

“Wooseok found some spray cans of paint and started painting on a old brick building outside the bar. We were just using what was left of the paint until Hyunggu painted a giant multi-colored penis on the wall. Wooseok had added “Suck it” around it. I was just adding some details when a patrol car caught us.”

“You almost got arrested” You had to pause, “because you were spray painting a giant dick on a wall?”

“It’s not one of out better moments.” Yuto shrugged, thankful you were laughing at him and not scolding him.

“I can’t say I’m surprised honestly.” You ended up doubled over laughing till tears fell. “I love a complete idiot.”

“I never claimed to not be an idiot.” You nodded along with him.

“You’re correct. I love you regardless but please, when I jokingly say to not get arrested take it seriously!” He nodded quickly, opening his arm for you to crawl into.

As you two settled in bed, his hand gently massaging your scalp. He cleared his throat.

“Just don’t mention this to my mom okay?”

“Are you kidding? I’m bringing it up first thing next phone call.”