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t3kandson · 2 years ago

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Conflicted

Word Count; 3,428

Fandom; A.C.E. & Oneus

Pairing; Reader X Kim Youngjo & Reader X Kim Sehyoon

Characters; Kim Youngjo, Kim Sehyoon, Kim Gunhak aka Leedo, Lee Gunmin aka Seoho, Lee Keonhee, Yeo Hwanwoong & Son Dongju aka Xion. Mentions of Lee Donghun, Park Junhee, Kim Byeongkwan & Kang Yuchan.

Warning; Angst, Oral sex (receiving) fingering, body marking and unprotected sex (on Pill).

Notes; Chapter 5/10 earlier Chapters Here.

Declaimer to this series here.

“Yiseo slow down sweetheart,” Youngjo called out down the road chasing you, all while tears ran down your face from Sehyoon’s harsh words. He ran after you, grabbing your wrist turning you to face him, concern was etched all over his face.

“Look he didn’t mean that,” Youngjo said looking worried. “I don’t care, I hate that man, I always have and I’m glad I don’t have to be nice to him,” you ranted. Youngjo smiled sweetly. “You don’t mean that, your just hurt,” he said pulling you into him, tears falling so fast that your vision became clouded. He rubbed his thumb at the back of your shoulders. “I do, we’ve never been friends till I became his cleaner,” you sobbed.

“You mean till you had to cover up that his house mate is your twin,” he chuckled, your tears slowing as you lifted your head to face him. “What?” you muffled, as your hands rubbed the tears from your eyes to take his vision in clearer.

“Donghun and Sehyoon got into a fight earlier, he spilled your secrets,” Youngjo chuckled as your head swam in the over dose of information you received. “Why was they fighting? is Donghun ok?” you said worried, even though you knew Donghun was clearly able to look after himself in a fight.

“Because Sehni thought you was….. look it doesn’t matter what Sehni thought, but they got in to a girl like squabble, no broken hair extensions or nails, there’s nothing to worry about,” he said. He pulled your head back into his chest, his hands holding you tightly into him. His warmth from his body made you feel safe and protected.

“Channie’s going to be pissed, he hates people knowing we’re twins,” you said into the silence. Youngjo’s hands twiddled with your hair as he chuckled again. “Actually he said he was glad Sehni knew, he was fed up hiding from his own home from his own sister. It’s ok we don’t think your a freak show, Byeongkwan might want some blood analysed from you later though,” he laughed.

“Anyway, as lovely as this hugging is, let’s get you home sweetheart,” he said kissing the crown of your head. The warmth tingle attacking you as he did was pleasant. He held his hand to you to hold. His smile making you smile back as you took his hand, the connection with him totally opposite to Sehyoon’s. It made you feel secure as you walked back to yours, avoiding any conversation of his friend.

As you came to the door to the apartment you heard the usual sounds of Donghun’s gatherings, you silently huffed knowing sleep wouldn’t be an easy option. “You ok?” Youngjo asked with a raised eyebrow. “Yes just the part and package of sharing an apartment with a Ho,” you Replied causing him to chuckle.

“Well why don’t you come back to mine, it’s ok I share with a bunch of lads, there crazy and funny but there won’t be any orgies I promise,” he said, smiling at you. “It’s ok you can have my bed, I’ll have the sofa but at least your be able to sleep,” he added, his warm brown eyes almost hypnotising you.

The sounds of Donghun’s mantra shouted out to the hallway, you was sure you heard Junhee’s voice in the mix as well. “Ok,” you said, watching Youngjo’s face beam and couldn’t help but laugh at the giddiness he was showing.

Youngjo lived on the other side of town, he held the door for you when your taxi arrived at the large house, it was rather homely. “Is this where you live?” you asked shocked. “Yes it’s Dongju’s family home, there’s six of us here,” he said holding his hand out for your small suitcase of clothes. The ones that you packed in the hurry rush to avoid being spotted by Donghun and Junhee. “I would have prewarned you about the guys, but then I remembered you lived with Donghun,” he chuckled. “Wait I thought you said there would be no orgies?” you gasped stopping in your tracks. Youngjo looked at you quizzingly before Laughing hard. “No there not like that, I just meant that they can be loud, well Keonhee and Hwanwoong anyway,” he chuckled, gripping your hand tighter as he pulled you inside his home.

You was expecting completely frat boy like behaviour, but instead you walked into a dark living room. The tv screen showing only the tv light as five boys was sat around with blankets for warmth and comfort. “What you started without me?” Youngjo groaned as the Guys refused to take there eyes off the screen that looked like an action movie. “Not our fault you went to that other campus,” one of them shouted out.

The muscular one at the end of the sofa gave eye contact your way, noticing you was in his room mate’s company. “Oh you have a friend,” he said standing up to bow. You smiled in his direction as the lamp turned on blinding you. “Ooooh Youngjo’s brought a guest home,” the younger looking boy said. “Don’t get too excited she’s just a friend,” Youngjo said yet pulling you close to him by your waist, which made a couple of the guys raise an eyebrow. “If you say so thousands wouldn’t believe you,” the smaller boy chuckled. “This is Yiseo,” he said ignoring their comments as the five guys crowded you introducing themselves.

Gunhak was quiet, hardly speaking but would often give you comforting smiles. Gunmin was similar but kept checking if you wanted a refill of drinks, that was flowing now you was there entertainment for the evening. Keonhee would talk for England, happily enjoying your company. Hwanwoong would press for any information he could, especially when he found out you lived with Donghun. Which is when you found out that Youngjo and Gunmin was friends of his. They had blushed when they saw you quietly trying to figure out if they had visited one of his evenings, especially with Youngjo knowing where Donghun lived. Dongju had moments of chatter, when he felt he was interested in the subject the group spoke about, otherwise he sat there, his beautiful beaming smile, you could see he doted on his Hyungs.

“I think you two look cute together,” Keonhee said noticing you both exchange looks as your hands brushed Youngjo’s. “Shut up Keonhee,” Youngjo scowled taking a swig of his drink.

“She’s into Sehni anyway,” he chuckled as you shot to him, smalling your eyes. “Woah I would say your off by a mile,” Hwanwoong chuckled alongside the other’s laughter. “They had a little disagreement that’s all,” he said patting your head. You brushed his hand, as he tangled his fingers into yours making you blush at the contact, he winked making your heart falter.

You knew you had a crush on this man and he made you feel safe and secure, but you knew Sehyoon was lurking at the back of your mind. But you remembered his earlier words, anger seething through you. Why should you push away Youngjo for a man who you could never ever love, because you hate him more then you could ever find a way to love him.

Dongju noticed your eyes fixed on his Hyung as they all was discussing Sehyoon. “But the question should be, do you like our Youngjo?” He said crossing his arms looking at you with one eyes widened awaiting your response. Youngjo choked on his drink. “He’s an amazing guy what’s not to like,” you said before he could comment what looked like an insult his younger friend’s way. His face shot to yours instead as his face looked at you momentarily before he chuckled, winking pulling you in that you was almost on his lap. “I know tell me about it, this beauty’s hard to cope around, I know,” he said as he used his fingers to run alongside his sharp jawline. You swatted him, laughing his way as he laughed back with you.

“No seriously Youngjo do you like her? Dongju said, his quizzing still on his agenda. “Dongju shut up,” he said gritting his jaw a little beneath the smile. “No wait, I want to know, I said you was amazing am I not too?” you teased pulling a dramatic sad face in his view. He pulled you in kissing your head, “you know your amazing too, stop trying to fish for your compliments,” he chuckled. Keonhee pushed Hwanwoong in laughter a little too deliberately that he accidentally spilled his drink over your T-shirt. The sticky beer meeting your skin beneath your clothes as the bubble tickled alongside the skin as you yelped in surprise.

“Hwanwoong,” Youngjo scoffed pulling you up off the sofa. “Oh I’m so sorry,” he apologised, “this twat made me drop it,” he hissed in Keonhee’s direction, who was sniggering with Dongju. Gunmin and Gunhak had got up to fish out some towels to dry you off as Youngjo watched you pull the clothes from your chest, your bra coming through your cream top. He gulped before taking his shirt off to cover you. Dragging your hand past the three chuckling guys as they watched you be taken to his room as Gunmin and Gunhak looked unneeded with there rags.

“I’m so so sorry,” Youngjo said looking a little annoyed. “Here there’s some spare clothes over there, you can borrow one of mine,” he said turning his back to you so you could get changed. His back glistening in sweat in your view, you gulped wanting to rub your hands over them. “You know I have my own clothes right,” you giggled. “Yeah but what will you wear tomorrow,” he said as you slipped on his T-shirt which smelt like his favourite channel aftershave. “You have a washing machine don’t you?” you asked throwing your wet T-shirt his direction, landing on his head that he chuckled before pulling the top into his hands. “Yes, yes we do,” he hummed into the air.

“I’m dressed,” you said before he slowly turned to face you, his face in awe seeing you in his T-shirt surprising him with your choice. His eyes widened as he beamed his smile in your view. “What?” you said back grinning, “you look really beautiful wearing my top,” he said blushing as he played with his fingers. “You look even sexier without yours,” you replied, your hands falling to your face not realising you said those words out loud. When you risked a peek he was smirking, “oh I am am I?” he teased pulling your hands away. “Well don’t give up the opportunity to keep looking then, being a beautiful view in all,” he said locking his fingers with yours.

The chemistry between you both buzzing as your face was inches away from each other. His hands stroking your face as he placed a single soft kiss to your forehead. “You should get some sleep,” he said pulling away. “Please don’t leave me in here alone,” you whined. He closed his eyes as you could see him inwardly fight with himself. “I think maybe it’s best we don’t sleep in the same room,” he said, his hand leaving yours. “Why?” you pouted, he growled through gritted teeth with his eyes closed. “You don’t want to know why, it be easier if you just settled sweetheart,” he added, his eyes refocused and a little glazed when he took you back into his sight. “Maybe I do,” you said softly, you felt the energy and you knew you shouldn’t be pushing when he clearly felt a little conflicted.

He walked towards you taking the top of your hand and placing it over the bulge of his member that was hardened under. “I need to leave before I cross a line I might not be able to come back from,” he said looking torn. He removed his Hand but you kept yours there feeling his cock twitch against you, your grip hardening as his breath fastened.

“Yiseo please,” he cried with his eyes closed. “Why can’t you cross that line?” you pouted letting your hands feel the veins of his shaft through the material of his clothes. “Because Sehni has feelings for you,” he cried, his eyes searching for you. “And he’s my best friend,” he added. You stepped closer, closing the gap between you both. “Youngjo, I’m not seeing Kim Sehyoon, nor am I in his room, I’m in yours, here with you,” you said your lips just metres from his. “Don’t tell me you don’t have any feelings for him because I know you do,” Youngjo said, his eyes widening.

“Yes he’s a good looking bloke and on the rare moments we get on yes I like him. But 95% of the time we don’t and I hate him more then life itself,” you added, your lips kissing his jaw. He gripped your shoulders but didn’t push you away as you let them trail near his ear. “Not like when I’m with you, you make me feel contented happy and,” you paused to take his hand and placed it on your heat, that you knew was damp, “Wet,” you finished.

He growled in to the air, “you are going to be the death of me Y/N,” he said as he gulped, “Sehni will never forgive me,” he added dropping his hands from you in a last attempt to push you away. “I was never promised to him or was his, it’s you I want,” you said returning your lips to his ear as you nibbled. “It’s you I need right now,” you said as you forced every image of every time Sehyoon had caught you emotionally out your mind and put all your focus on Youngjo.

You pushed your chest into his as you felt his hand take to your hip to ground himself. Your hands trailing down his topless chest as you reached to the buttons of his trousers. He grabbed your hand, “Yiseo I’m not in to one night stands,” he said looking at you. “Well that’s good then because that’s not me neither,” you said, your lips trailing down his neck. He pushed you away to look at you sternly, “Yiseo I mean it,” he said quite seriously.

You took a step back and removed his T-shirt from your body, so you was just in your pants having taken your bra off earlier. “This,” you said pointing down your body, “and me, we’re yours,” you added. He smiled a little wearily which earnt a frown, “what do you not want me?” you said bending to pick up the T-shirt.

“No, no that’s not what I meant,” he said snatching the T-shirt from your hand. “Just Yiseo, you don’t owe sehni, but I do, this is a big step I could lose my best friend,” he pleaded. “Then we don’t tell him,” you replied, “well for a while anyway,” you said reaching for the T-shirt but he moved it behind him. “What like our secret?” he asked. “Well if that’s what you need right now to help ease what ever issues you have with him right now,” you said stepping towards him letting your breast touch his chest. The feel of both your skins touching hitting your core as you bit your lip.

“I’m yours, but the question Kim Youngjo, is, are you mine?” You asked, your eyes widening as he gulped. Closing his eyes deep in thought before he opened them, his eyes was glazed over, lust overriding any thought process.

His lips pressing to yours hungry for you, his hands tangling in your hair as he kisses deepened beneath clashes of teeth and tongues. Your hand reaching behind him to push him closer into you, so you felt his bulge pressed in. “I am all yours Yiseo,” he pressed you backwards into the bed, letting you gently fall, before he hovered over you. His lips attacking your neck as they drew down towards your chest, Hands cupping your breasts as he kneaded them, thumbs skimping over the nipple making you moan into the air. He let his mouth suckle on one of your breasts that made your body tingle.

“Youngjo,” you whined, “mark me,” you pleaded, “so I know I’m yours,” you added. He suckled more harder, happily to oblige, happy to mark you as his, even if no one else could see. He made several marks on your breast before following onto the other, humming as he did before sitting back on his heel to see his master piece. He then suckled at the top of your stomach before marking a line to your navel. His fingers playing with the hem of your pants as he did telling you he was lust filled in his emotions for you.

Removing your pants, he gasped at the sight of your naked heat exposed to him all red and wet. He rolled his thumb over your clit watching your back arch to his touch, “Fuck,” you cried out as he picked a speed before slowing to lay beneath your legs.

His fingers rolled your clit, he let his tongue lick a strip from the juices flowing from you. Your hands threading through the curls of his hair as your pelvis met his lapping tongue, all while moans filled the air. He left your heat to place his fingers in-front of his mouth, “ssssshhh” he said smirking as you blushed remembering the five other members of the house.

He plunged a finger instead, his long digits hitting your core so delicately yet so intense. Pumping in to you, you grabbed the back of your hand to bite into, to muffle the moans leaving your lips. “Youngjo please,” you cried, “please what,” he teased enjoying your whimpering mess. “Please Fuck me,” you begged needing more of him then he had already offered. He left your aching heat empty as his lips returned to yours.

You could taste yourself on his tongue as your tongues collided with each other. He reached between his buttons to free his cock from his trousers and pants as he used his legs and feet to push them to the floor, not leaving your lips for a single second.

Positioning his cock at your entrance, he pushed himself in slowly as you cried into his mouth while you took him. “Fuck Yiseo omg,” he cried, “You feel so good,” he panted through kisses as he took a slow but precise rhythm against you.

“Shit I don’t think I will last long,” he cried out. “Wait you are,” he panicked eyes widened, you nodded understanding his concern. “Yes I’m on the pill,” you said reassuringly as his eyes glazed over again. He picked up speed, the moans filling the room, bruises appearing over your hands from the failed muffling.

You felt your core warm as you felt your orgasm impending. “Youngjo I’m going to cum,” you cried digging your nails into his back, making him growl as his speed became faster and harder. The cry’s leaving both your lips filling the air. “Fuck,” he screamed as his thrusts became sloppy as he thrusted warm cum into you, filling you up. The warmth was enough to tip you over the edge as you screamed into your own orgasm.

Laying on top panting over you, your arms pulling him in, enjoying the warmth from each other. “If you only knew how much I wanted to do that when I first met you,” he chuckled. “Well I hope I matched your expectations,” you replied with the afterglow. He raised his head to beam his usual warm smile your way, catching your breath as he did. “You know it was well above and beyond my expectations,” he said, before reaching his lips back towards yours. You both let your kisses become relaxing moments of bliss between you both.

Your blissful moment was then disturbed by the bedroom door knocking, earning a grown. “There probably going to moan about how loud you was,” he teased. “Excuse me your no quiet mouse neither,” you said swatting him. He put his boxes on as he ran to the door. When he shut it he paled as he turned to face you picking up the T-shirt that you was wearing not long before you slept together, throwing it your way. “What’s up?” you chuckled as he looked at you panicked.

“It’s Sehni,” he said looking worried, “he’s here,” he added his face full of guilt.

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minminnie-shii · 5 years ago

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~Us~ Kim Youngjo

~Fluff~ ~Fluffy fluff~ ~Seriously, beware~

Word count~ 1982

Warnings~ None

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I remember the minute that I fell for Youngjo, the moment I realized that all I wanted in life, was to see him happy. It was during the 'Debut Project' for my group, and his.

We were playing the punishment soccer game, Seoho was up to kick the ball. When he kicked it, it bounced off of the post and hit me in the head. Youngjo was the first one to run up to me and see if I was okay.

After that, he stayed by my side for the rest of the filming. And even after they would win the games, he would always share his food with me, making my members jealous. Whenever our two groups were together, I would always find myself drawn to him.

And it really didn't help when we would always sit so close to me, or grab my hand in some way. Some times, I would feel like he was teasing, or messing with me. But, now, I don't think he even knows how I feel about him.

I was currently sitting in the recording studio by myself. The boys had gone home for the day, but, I really wanted to get this melody down before I left. This song had been stuck in my head for the past few weeks, and I needed to finish it.

What was the song about? Love, well, first love. Softly and quietly, I began to sing to myself.

"The way you look at me reminds me of something. But I can't quite figure out what. Could this be love? Can you feel what I feel for you? Do you love me too?" I stopped strumming my guitar and let out a sigh, closing my eyes.

"That's really pretty. Working on a new song?" I jumped and my eyes shot open when I heard a voice by my ear.

I spun around in my chair and Youngjo laughed as he stood straight up. I rolled my eyes and set down the guitar, shoving him by the shoulder.

"Yah! What do you think you're doing? You scared me." I mumbled crossing my arms over my chest. He laughed and walked over to me, pinching my cheek slightly.

"Aw, poor _____, did I really scare you that bad?" He asked.

I smiled softly and looked at him, he had picked up that paper that had the lyrics for the song I was writing. He was carefully reading over every word.

"Hmm, this is really good, it almost sounds like you're in love with someone." He said peeking up at me over the paper. I blushed slightly and looked away.

"No, what would give you that idea." I muttered. He just shrugged his shoulders and set down the paper.

"I was just saying. Hey, are you hungry? Do you want to get food before you go back to the dorm?" He asked resting against the chair. I thought about it for a second and nodded.

"Sure, let me just pack up my stuff."

He backed away while I moved around the studio, saving my work and shutting down the computers. I put my guitar back into its case and zipped it closed. I grabbed all my lyric sheets and slipped them back into the folder where they belong. Once everything was organized and put away I put my backpack on my shoulders.

I went to grab my guitar when Youngjo beat me to it. He picked it up and slipped the strap over his shoulder. He turned to me and smiled, nodding towards the door. I blushed slightly and opened the door, stepping out first. Youngjo turned off the lights and locked the door, closing it.

"Time for food." He sang loudly. I couldn't help but laugh as the two of us left the company together.

"Do you want to take the van?" I asked him pointing to the car in front of us. He laughed and shooked his head.

"It's a nice day, let's walk." He gently took my wrist in his hand and began to lead me down the street. I jogged slightly until I matched my pace with his, allowing the two of us to work together.

"Are you excited for your debut?" I asked looking at him. He smiled widely and looked at me.

"Yeah, I can't believe that next week is when it comes out. I've been waiting for this for so long." He then stopped walking and turned to face me.

"What about you? Do you know how much longer until you debut?" I smiled and shook my head.

"No, but, don't worry about me, this is your moment, enjoy it." He chuckled quietly. He sighed softly and tilted his head, looking up at the stars.

"Do you believe in wishing stars?" He asked suddenly. My eyebrow twitched slightly at his question.

"Hmm, I don't know, I never tried wishing on one before." I said shrugging my shoulders.

"If you could have one wish, what would you use it on?" I looked towards the sky and thought about it. If I could wish for anything, what would I wish for?

I smiled as the answer finally came to me, I looked at him and answered.

"I would wish, that your debut would go just how you wanted it to. That everyone would listen and fall in love with your music. I wish that, all of your wishes, come true." His eyes widened slightly at my answer.

"You would waste your wish on me?" He asked quietly. I smiled and poked his forehead gently.

"If it makes you happy, then it's not a waste." After a while of silence, it finally clicked in my head what I said. I blushed slightly and coughed turning on my heel.

"W-we should get going." I stuttered out quietly. Before I could take another step Youngjo's slender finger wrapped themselves around my arm, stopping me from moving.

"Wait, I never got to tell you what my wish was." He whispered. I swallowed thickly before turning my head back to look at him.

"If you could wish for anything Youngjo, what would it be?" I asked. He took a step forward and continued until he was standing directly in front of me.

I grew nervous and my gaze slipped from his face to the middle of his shirt. He took one more step, slowly slithering his arms around my waist, tugging me closer to him. I let out a gasp and my hands came up, I placed them on his chest and my gaze moved up, looking at his face.

His eyes searched mine intensely. It was hard to keep looking at him. I wanted to hide away, the nervousness in my stomach slowly started to bubble up until it filled my entire body. I'm sure how long we were standing there, but, a slight breeze blew causing me to shiver slightly.

He smiled softly and closed his eyes, resting his forehead against mine gently. He let out a sigh and his warm breath fanned my face. I swallowed and quietly repeated my question.

"What would you wish for?" He opened his eyes just slightly and peeked at me.

"My wish would be, to kiss you, if only just once." He whispered. My breath hitched in my throat at his words.

Was I dreaming? Did he actually just say that his wish was to kiss me? The nervousness slowly melted away, and something new replaced it, what it was, I didn't have a clue.

I slowly closed my eyes and tilted my head upwards, pressing my lips against his in a soft and quick kiss. I pulled back quickly and opened my eyes to look at him. He looked, shocked.

Oh look, I'm nervous again. I became a stuttering mess, I started apologizing and went to step away, but Youngjo tightened his grip on my waist, pulling me even closer. Our bodies were flush together and my breathing quickened.

His eyes flicked from my eyes to my lips quickly. He let out a breath before capturing my lips in his, kissing me softly. I closed my eyes and tilted my head upwards more, deepening the kiss.

His hands slid up my waist slowly touching me with only his fingertips. Chills covered my entire body as he cupped my cheeks in his hands. My hands clenched into fists, balling up his shirt tightly.

His lips felt hot against my own, though the rest of my body felt like it was on fire. Even in this cold winter weather, it felt like it was the middle of summer.

Youngjo's lips were soft, warm, they worked against mine softly. He was slow, and careful as if he was afraid that I would break at the slightest touch. Even when he pulled away, he pecked lips one, two, three, four times.

I didn't mind, I could kiss him all day. His lips were sweet, and they were all I needed in this moment. I didn't open my eyes, afraid that if I did, I would wake up and realize that this was all a dream. My new wish? Was for this to last forever.

Youngjo laughed breathily and nudge his nose against mine.

"Why won't you look at me?" He asked quietly.

"Because I'm afraid that once I open my eyes, I'll wake up and this would have been a dream." I whispered. He laughed again and I felt his lips press onto my forehead and a soft and short kiss.

"Open your eyes." He whispered. Slowly I opened my eyes and looked at him.

His face was flushed and he was still breathing heavily. He smiled widely at me and nudged my nose with his before pecking my lips again. I blushed deeply and moved, burying my face in his chest. He chuckled and held me tightly against him, he rubbed my arms and my back rocking us back and forth.

"Can I ask you something?" I asked softly into his chest. He pulled back slightly and looked down at me.

"You can ask me anything." Okay, deep breath, you can do this. Just ask him. I closed my eyes and went for it.

"Will you go on a date with me?" I said quickly. It was quiet for a really long time before Youngjo sighed.

"Wah, what is wrong with me? How did I let you beat me to it?" He chuckled. I looked up at him confused. He saw my confused face and laughed even more, pecking my lips softly.

"I can't believe you asked me before I had a chance to ask you." My eyes widened.

"Y-you wanted to ask me?" His face turned into bright red as he nodded.

"Yeah, everyone would always tell me to hurry up and tell you that I liked you. Why do you think I would always wait until you finished working to walk you back to the dorms? Or why there would magically be food in front of you when you would fall asleep at the computer.

"Yonghoon-Hyung always makes fun of me, well, him and everyone else. I don't why, but, tonight, just felt right. I'm sorry, I know I should've told you sooner but I didn't know ho-"

I leaned forward and pressed my lips on his, stopping him from talking. He smiled and moved his lips against mine softly.

"That's a really nice way to tell me to shut up." He mumbled against my lips. I smiled and peeked up at him.

"Something tells me that I'll have to do that a lot more in the future." I whispered kissing him again.

"Believe me, I have absolutely no problem with that."

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