#Please note Wang Yeo is also a HUGE SIMP

[jeoseungsaja]

Dropping a classic, a whim if you will, a brain bubble pop, a Kim Shin Simp Agenda™ original, in collaboration with Deadpan Is Sexy: Kim Shin, after three minutes of deliberate staring and consideration, gets up, walks all the way to where Wang Yeo is sitting, nods at his lap, hands in pockets, bearing that classic 'Kim Shin thinks he's being very smart' facial expression, and in all seriousness asks: "Is this seat taken"

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   Cup of plum blossom tea rests between his hands; rather long fingers wrapped around porcelain. He goes ahead and takes a seat; grunt leaving lips in unconscious method. Eyes take a look at the caramelized-looking liquid, squinting for a moment, as if trying to form a shape out of the small flower residue floating about, before his attention gets stolen by something else --- or, rather, someone. 

   Even if he’s quiet, he can hear him; smell him from miles away. Gaze lifts, watching Shin approaching so casually, with a serene look that almost feels as if he’s holding something clever under his clutch. What is it? Does he have to say something? A bit of worry haunts Yeo, not knowing why Goblin decided to come so near in such a sudden way. 

    Shin’s nod, the way his eyes subtly drop as if to see his trousers, it makes the nine-tailed fox look down. Is Goblin about to criticize his choice of garments? Yeo frowns, not getting the gist at first; opening his mouth to ask him to be clearer, but then, the former General speaks. 

   Is this seat taken.

    Oh, the hold around cup tightens. Lips get pressed into a narrow line, as if trying to suppress a smile that’d betray the ongoing pretense of discombobulation. This silly Goblin, making his heart flutter over this attempt of flirtation. 

   Looking at Shin now, nine-tailed fox places the cup aside. A pensive stare cloaks his features, as if Yeo’s mulling over the possibilities. 

   “Yes, it is.” 

    His answer is delivered matter-of-factly. And then, before Shin can make a move (he has to catch him by surprise, doesn’t he?), Yeo leans in and slyly wraps an arm around Dokkaebi’s waist, pulling him in so he can, indeed, fall atop his lap. 

    “See? It’s taken.” 

     Now, a smirk can’t be helped, lips tugging in a triumphant way; arm still latched around Shin, just a little further up as to surround his middle. However, that devious behavior of his starts to shift into one of being under a spell; in a daze. It’s what happens when the fox looks at the Goblin, especially when he’s so near, especially when he gets the opportunity to hold him like this. A slow blink or two; staring at the treasure in his arms.

    “Are those lips taken?” 

    Brows lift in subtle surprise, even if he was the one to blurt out such a thing. Quickly, his free arm goes to fetch the cup of tea, holding it up and directing it toward Shin’s mouth. 

    “So you can taste this, tell me if it’s too sweet or not.” 

     He hides his face behind Shin for a moment, closing his eyes tightly. What did he just say? A deep breath is taken, and instead of apologizing, he does another reckless maneuver --- Yeo peeks out, finds Shin’s cheek and plants a kiss atop it. No excuses, no questions, nothing; just the pure need to show him how much he enjoys his company; all of this. 

     “Hurry, you can’t drink it cold, it doesn’t taste the same---”

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