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Everybody had warned you to stay away from them, that there wasn’t a single reason why you should be involved with something, someone, so volatile. People who would be there one day and gone the next, who would hold your heart in their hands for one night and then crush it to smithereens when the morning came. Still, they held yours with them, always, no matter how far they wandered, its pieces beating in hopes they’d be back soon. 

But perhaps you liked that. Maybe the thrill of it all was the one thing you were after. The way they had your heart racing in your chest wasn’t something you wanted to let go of. They made you feel alive. In a city so dead, they were your only way out.

“Are you sure about this?” he whispered in your ear, voice low and gravelly, still entangled in the mess of sheets that was your bed. His hand lay sprawled out on your stomach, a warm, pleasant weight that reminded you this was oh so real, and not a fragment of your imagination. 

“There’s no going back, angel.” 

Seongwha’s voice sounded almost like a warning, but he looked at you with those eyes you rarely ever had the pleasure of getting lost in. A look so delicate you liked to think it was meant only for you. His hand reached over, graceful, getting rid of the single strand of hair partially obscuring your vision. 

“I am,” you nodded, voice light, a faint murmur, almost afraid to admit your wants out loud. You’d never felt this sure of anything in your life.

Half a smile, half a smirk spread out on his soft lips, like he’d expected this from you all along, like he’d caught the prey he’d been chasing after. The way he laid his eyes on you, knowingly, like no one ever could, sent a shiver down your spine. Goosebumps rose over your skin as Yeosang’s hand sneaked past your raised shirt, only to draw feather light circles on your stomach. 

“Alright then, love” he pulled you closer, his hold on you growing a little stronger.

Heaven. You were sure you’d found it with the two people everyone deemed as devils. You didn’t care. Not when your head and heart felt this light, this free. They were trouble, you knew that, but you were ready to get dragged in their storm. 

“Hold on tight,” Seongwha brought your shaky hands around his middle, your arms now wrapped around it, front completely pressed against his back. 

“Are you gonna keep our little bird all to yourself?” Yeosang tauntingly asked with a smirk, sitting atop his bike. How could someone be that devilishly handsome, you couldn’t fathom. From behind your helmet, you smiled, letting out a soft laugh.

“Don’t worry Sang, our angel can ride with you after our next stop,” he was quick to counter, scoffing just a little, before putting his own helmet on. You watched as Yeosang did the same. 

Their bikes rumbled, coming to life, the sound reverberating in the early morning air. It made you jump a little, holding onto Seonghwa tighter, which caused him to chuckle. The harmonious sound was lost in the noise and before you knew it, you were hitting the road.

Part of you knew the second you saw them that this would happen, that you’d take any hand that would drag you out. It wasn’t anything they said or did, rather the feeling that came along with being with them. You trusted your gut enough to know that this was the right move; leave it all behind, covered by the dust that kicked up after you passed by and lost forever between the golden fingers of sunrise.

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in the moment, you don’t have to guess what could get him to truly relax, so in swift but soft movments, you swing your leg over his lap to straddle his hips. this brings his eyes open, and you greet him with a loving smile.

“hey there, handsome.”

that brings out a little smile, one worth everything to you in the second. “hey there to you, sweetheart,” yunho parrots.

you bring your hands up to cup each side of his face. “gonna kiss you now.”

he doesn’t even say anything to that, just lets his smile grow a little wider and eyes flutter closed. and as your lips connect, it’s almost as if your kiss is magic; you can physically feel the tenseness dissipate from his shoulders, his body relaxing in moments underneath your touch. as if it’s second nature, his hands drift up your thighs to find their place on your hips, his touch solid, but gentler than ever. as you move your lips against his, slow and soft, he follows, letting out a content sigh into the kiss

there it is, you think to yourself, and can’t help but grin into the kiss.

“what’s so funny, pretty?” he whispers, lips already trying to catch yours again.

“i was trying to get you to relax. think it worked,” you tease lightly.

“don’t stop, then. please baby?” he doesn’t let you answer, just brings a hand up the the back of your neck and softly urges your mouth back to his. there’s no way in all the realms of earth, heaven, or hell that could get you to deny him, so you kiss him with every intent to make him forget whatever had him all wound up. you ghost your fingers over the shell of his ear, let your hand make its way to the back of his neck and rake through the short hair of his nape. his soft moan into the kiss is a victory, as well as the new energy he puts into the movement of his lips. you stop only to breathe, to gaze on his pretty, sleepy eyes and red lips and gift him with your smile.

you know he wishes the kiss could last forever, but the tax of the day catches up to him and after minutes upon minutes of soft lips on soft lips and gentle gasps, his head falls back to rest on the back of the couch. with one more kiss to his exposed neck, you bring your arms around his shoulders and head to his chest. it’s silent besides the sounds of being almost out of breath as the two of you just rest, basking in the glory of the other’s lips.