YH: "But I don't want to go to work," he muttered against your cheek.
"Who's going to make the best coffee at the cafe then?"
YH: "Not me."
His hands swept through your hair and he stared into your eyes.
YH: "I don't want to be anywhere, but here."
You sat up and patted his thighs through the blankets as if he were a child who didn't want to go to school.
"But you should do what you need to do."
He rose up to meet you, letting the blankets open and reveal the pyjamas you lent him. How cute he looked, sleepy and child-like with his droopy eyelids and messy hair.
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(thank you for finding this, Ciel)
"You need to be good, Yonghoon-ah."
He pouted at you, his hands cupped your face and pressed his lips against yours. How full this kiss felt. K was that door, he was that light, that presence that you couldn't believe existed. Everything seemed to have fallen into place and you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pushing him back so you both fell on top of the covers with your lips locked.
He made your body warm. He made it feel desire deeper than only lust. When you both kissed, it felt like molten lava flowing through your body and touches only warmed you further.
YH: "I don't wanna go," he said.
He wrapped his arms around your waist and rolled you over so that he was on top of you.
His fingertips outlined your lips and he watched you intently, his mouth slightly parted, mirroring your face. Oh, how beautiful he looked with the way his hair framed his face, locks falling over you and his eyes saw only you settled under his body.
"Jin Yonghoon, you need to go to work," you breathed.
He kissed you again, pressing his lips softly against yours. Your arms automatically wrapped around his neck, bringing him closer. The molten warmth flowed through you again, pumped through every tip of your body through your bloodstream. When his hands slid down your sides and back up under the thin cloth of your tank top to pull it off of you, your hands began to tug his shirt up to his back. This was the same sequence of events as last night, and your legs clamped together against his hips in excitement and desire.
YH: "You still really want me to go?" he murmured into your ear.
He moved his kisses to your neck.
"I don't really want you to, but you need to," you whispered breathlessly.
It was getting really difficult to answer him now with the way he kept touching you. They were like wisps of air sometimes, tender and light, and other times it felt a bit like steaming hot water sliding across your skin.
YH: "How can you say that while you kiss me?" he smiled against your neck. "I don't think you really mean what you say."
His mouth met yours again, tongue playing with yours so you couldn't answer immediately.
"Maybe I'm just conflicted and can't make up my mind.".
YH: "About what?"
"About whether I want you to stay or go."
This was true. Even though your voice was telling him he had to leave, your body was only pulling him in closer and closer.
YH: "I think that shouldn't be such a hard question. The answer is so obvious."
He nipped your cheek.
YH: "But I'll go if you tell me I need to go..."
"Yeah, you do."
You bit his lip playfully.
He sighed and captured your lips once more in a deep kiss before rising up from you. K never imposed his opinions onto you, not even if all he wanted to do today was to call in sick and stay with you.
But this was just the way he was. And this is one of the things that made you like him so much.
Upon noticing how you didn't have much on, he pulled his T-shirt over his head and then slipped it onto you. His fingers smoothed out your hair and he left a kiss on your forehead.
YH: "Thank you for letting me borrow this."
You sat up and watched as he slid off the bed.
You couldn't remember a time in which the sight of a man's back was so dazzling. K's shoulders weren't very broad, but when he bent over, the bumps that appeared from the bones beneath his skin were somehow very breath-taking. And those there, were his arms, delicate but steady, the same arms that felt so nice when they were wrapped around you.
He looked back at you and grinned.
K.
Your K.
He was about to walk out of the room shirtless, but then you called him back.
"Hey, I want those pants back too!"
He laughed before taking them off to switch to his own that lay neatly folded on top of a chair. He changed back into the outfit he wore last night. As he was buttoning his blazer, he came to you again just to steal one last kiss from you.
YH: "Okay, I'll go now then... I will see you later at our usual place."
He cupped your cheeks, your hands holding onto his wrists, and his lips lingered on your forehead for a few seconds, almost as if he was thinking about something in the moment.
So he wouldn't test his own control too much, he smiled at you with the sincerest expression you had ever seen on him and hopped out of the room before he could change his mind about leaving.
The room was immediately quieter after sending him away, but at least, when you felt the space beside you in bed, it was warm. You smelled the shirt he had put on you. K's scent remained there, strong and soothing.
This all felt like a dream. From a first date to a first night together, all in a day and night. K was unbelievable. How in only a matter of a couple of weeks he could steal your heart this way and how he could make your mind run miles and miles and feel like you've solved nothing, was simply amazing. K was dazzling.
But K was also mysterious. Though he was perfectly comfortable with sharing pieces of him with you, you realized you didn't truly know him. Who was K in the past before he became the K you've met now? There was a lot to him you had to learn about, and it was nice to know that he was just as interested in learning about you as you were of him. And it was a different feeling knowing this journey could be taken together.
