Bitchin'

Lee Yejin; stylist and arguably the most fun in the noble house of Lee. 

[mkteorus]

“You’re easy to please,” Teo commented with a tiny smile back at her. He bit his lip for a moment, pondering before opening his mouth to reply, “Um…well…..Once we do decide to tell people and everything…..or the group at least…..you could just stay here? I like having you with me. I mean…I sleep better when you’re there and stuff.” He sighed, blushing deeply, a little flustered by his little confession (even if it was nothing she hadn’t heard before). “Wouldn’t that just mean you’d kick me with both legs instead of just one? Because I don’t think that’s what I want. Don’t worry about it–I was just teasing you. It’s really not that huge of an issue…” Naseok shook his head. “I don’t really want to, though, not at all. I didn’t really think of that part yet…um, maybe just something classic. Like Monopoly or something. Except not that because Monopoly ruins lives.”

It took a while for him to return her gaze–direct eye contact was still something that intimidated him greatly. It was hard not to look at Yejin, though, so he eventually got swept up by her, as per usual. Sighing, he leaned in and brushed his lips against hers lightly instead of replying—he wasn’t sure what to say and hoped that would distract her. “I know what you meant,” he agreed softly, smiling sweetly at her. “It’s smart. And I like the idea too. I just hope you know you don’t need a tattoo to keep me around or anything…”

He shook his head quickly.”I’d never make you carry me–on purpose or otherwise. If that happens, you have my permission to slap me until I come to,” he told her seriously. He leaned back a little, and they sat there in silence for awhile, just enjoying each others’ company. After a bit, the water started to cool off and his leg was starting to fall asleep from her sitting on it. Shifting and sitting up a little, he pulled her chin so he could peck her lips. “I think I’m ready to get out. I think the boys might be coming home soon too, so we should get settled in my room before they do.”

[mkyejinnie-blog]

“I’m really not as high-maintenance as I pretend to be,” Yejin replied, shrugging. She had been eyeing him nervously when she’d seen that he was having trouble spitting out whatever he was trying to say, but once he said it, Yejin grinned. “Is this your roundabout way of asking me to move in with you?” She asked teasingly, winking at him. she nodded. “I would really like that. Even if it means kinda sorta living with my brothers---that’s how much you mean to me, babe. I’m willing to put up with Jaemi,” she said with a laugh. “You have a point. We might just have to put up a pillow wall between us or something so I don’t give you a bruise. Or I’ll sleep on the chair in your room or something. Or on the floor...” She cupped his face, kissing him and murmuring, “Good. I’ve claimed you. What about Jenga or something? That’s a classic. It’s fun. Plus it doesn’t take much brainpower, which is a bonus for me.”

She tried to bring the intensity down a notch when she saw how anxious he was, her gaze softening as she gently held his face, keeping him from escaping. She really hadn’t been expecting his kiss at all, but it was definitely enough to put a smile on her face. Yejin rolle dher eyes. “Yeah, I know, I know. I just want to have something to show off, you know? Like bragging to the world that you picked me, but in a way that won’t get you in trouble with the tabloids and your fans.”

Yejin scrunched up her nose, shaking her head too. “If I ever slap you for any reason, you have my permission to slap me back, because thats unacceptable,” she said firmly. She’d never lay a finger on him---not like that anyway. She couldn’t help but agree when he decided he was done. While the bath had been nice, the moment was over now. It took her a second longer than usual to formulate her reply, though---he was surprising her with so much affection and so many kisses, and she was a little flustered and taken off guard. “Yeah, I’m feeling done too.” She pulled herself out, grabbing a towel and securing it around herself before grabbing him one too. Before she handed it to him, however, she murmured in his ear, “I don’t think you realize just how hot you are, babe...”

[mkerikaoh]

“Ugh I’m dying for an Iced Americano. Do you want to go get one with me?”

[mkyejinnie-blog]

“How the hell am I supposed to say no to coffee?”

[mkjayeon-blog]

“Fine–you can cash in that favor I guess? What do you want? I don’t have tons of time, so don’t expect me to get whatever it is done anytime soon. Unless it’s, like, loan you money or something. That I can do pretty quick.”

[mkyejinnie-blog]

“I mean, twenty bucks would be nice, but I’d rather have the pleasure of your company. When are you off? We’re going for lunch. We need to set aside time to collectively bitch about Dong Ahki.”

[mkyejinnie-blog]

@mkxprince

“If you’re not going to listen, I’m not going to tell you my big news. And you’re gonna want to hear it, so I suggest getting your head out of your ass long enough to pay attention to me, kiddo,” Yejin said with an eyeroll, shoving her brother a little. She wasn’t going to waste her breath on someone who wasn’t listening.

[mkteorus]

Naseok didn’t really conform to what society expected of a grown man. That wasn’t necessarily intentional, but it was true; he was timid and shy and hesitant and nervous. He wasn’t brave or confident. He certainly wasn’t suave or charming. No, he was charming, but not in the usual way. He wasn’t charismatic, he was dorky and adorable, and charming in that sense. But even with all that, Yejin saw him as some sort of greek god or something. Even if he saw himself as a weak pushover, he was the world to her. And that did wonders for his self-esteem, which was still pretty shitty, but had been improving every since he and Yejin had been getting closer. Their pairing wasn’t one that anyone had probably seen coming, or that anyone imagined could work, but it was perfect. She was perfect and they were perfect. He pulled her a little closer to him as they sat, squeezing her and kissing the top of her head, closing her eyes and keeping her there for a moment. He just needed a little reminder that she was real and that he wasn’t imagining everything, because that would be kind of a shitty trick for his mind to play on him. “Yeah, I guess I can forgive you. Maybe.” He murmured, rubbing her arm. “Hey, I have to let you sleep with me. Who’d calm you down from your not-nightmares if I wasn’t here, huh? I have to stay and cuddle you and play with your hair. Plus, you’re like a giant heated pillow for me to hang onto. I sleep better when you’re with me, even with all the kicking,” he teased, though he was serious. He slept better with her next to him. “I most certainly don’t. I wouldn’t have much luck even if I did. No, no…I’m not going to sleep. We’ll watch a drama and I’ll be very much awake and then we can eat. And then let’s play a board game. I want to play a board game.”

He sighed, smiling weakly at her. “I’ll certainly have to hold you to that, won’t I?” he murmured. He snorted a little, glancing sideways at her. “Really be yours, huh? I thought I already was really yours? I didn’t realized I needed to be branded in order to be officially your boyfriend,” he joked, but he was happy. He was ecstatic to even be referred to as hers. “No, you’re not. But that’s understandable.” He was still feeling incredibly self-conscious and awkward, but it was getting easier. He was getting more comfortable. It was weird. Media had always played things like this off as incredibly sexually charged, but he found it wasn’t like that at all. Sure, there was a new level of intimacy, but it was just…sweet. He could sit there with her all night. Well, he couldn’t–his members would be back eventually. But he wanted to. “It is,” he agreed quietly, nuzzling his chin back on her shoulder and resting there. “Don’t get overheated and faint on me or anything, though. That’d be a little too exciting.”

[mkyejinnie-blog]

“How gracious of you. Really. Your forgiveness is all I need for the rest of my life,” she told him sarcastically, rolling her eyes a little and sticking her tongue out at him. “See, exactly. You have to let me. You’re super warm too, and the blanket I use at the Haven dorm isn’t thick enough for me--I get cold. I need to be able to curl up against you for warmth, or who knows what’ll happen to my sleep patterns.” She smiled at him. “Maybe I should start sleeping with my feet tied together or something so I can’t kick you.” She was a restless sleeper and she knew it. She just felt guilty because now it seemed like it was taking away from her sleep as well. “Oh shut up. Everyone with eyes can see how cute you are. Plus you’re UNIONs leader. I’m sure you could pick up tons of girls at the drop of a hat if you really wanted to. But I’m quite glad you don’t want to. I haven’t played a board game in forever. What game do you want to play?”

“You won’t have to,” she said firmly, running a hand through his hair as she stared at him commandingly, trying to stop the self-deprecation in its tracks so he didn’t get too carried away with it. She blushed a little, smacking his arm. “You know what I mean! You already are really mine, okay? I just. Ugh, I dunno, it’d be something permanent. Something permanent that claims you as mine that you could actually show off without the media blowing up because I’m not famous and you’ve got so many tattoos that no one would think twice about you getting another....” she trailed off, flustered. It was embarrassing having to admit to him that she was sure this would last and that they’d be together forever. She really wasn’t used to this. 

She half wanted to fall asleep right there, but it probably wasn’t the best idea. He’d keep her from accidentally drowning in the tub or something, but he was too nice to wake her up if he was done. He’d get tired and potentially overheat or something, and it was nice just talking to him. “I think it’d be more exciting if you fainted, though. At least you  could probably lift me out or something. I’m not as strong as you are--I don’t think I’d be able to carry you to safety,” Yejin laughed. She continued, “I’ll be fine. I’ll tell you if I need to get out. Relax.”

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“Right, I like to worry about myself first and then about the rest, what’s so wrong about that? If there is a solution, why should I care? If there is no solution, why worry?” He snaps “It’s not like I’m making the situation any worse, and caring won’t fix anything either. Just because I’m better off than Hasik means that I should conform, huh?”

[mkyejinnie-blog]

“It’d be fine if you actually worried about the rest, but I doubt you’ve given a second thought to anyone that wasn’t you or to anything that didn’t directly affect you in your life,” Yejin scoffed, rolling her eyes. She was protective of UNION. Or, most of them anyway. Kyu and Jaemi were her brothers, and Hasik might as well be her brother. She was dating Teo, even if it was in secret. She and Jin were decent friends. And if anyone threatened them--even a fellow UNION member--Yejin had the potential to get vicious. “It’ll help his fucking mental state, and that’s the most important part. If you had a scandal, he’d support you without question. Maybe extend him the same courtesy. No, but I’d take a step back and look at your own life and how privileged you are and the opportunities you have before you go bitching about other people.”

[mkteorus]

He knew how she felt about most social interactions, so he knew how special he was. And just that thought–him being special–meant so much to him. For someone who second guessed and doubted himself as much as Teo did. For someone who loathed themself as much as Teo did. It meant so much to know that he was important. He was needed. He was irreplaceable. He was special. Every second spent with her was one he treasured. She was just as important to him, just as special, as he was to her.  He couldn’t help but roll his eyes a little, leaning back against the mirror. “Am not lying! You’re lucky I like you so much; sleeping beside you when you’re thrashing around from a nightmare is no easy feat, you know. You’re a kicker,” he teased. “Who said I was looking to pick up girls anyway? Girls are scary. I don’t think I want to associate myself with any…” He shrugged, eyeing her earnestly. “If I fall asleep, though, I’ll wake up right away. It’ll be like I spent no time with you at all, and I don’t want that.”

Naseok blushed a little, smiling at her and shaking his head. “You mean a lot to me to…Just. I don’t want you to regret anything. If that’s what you really want, at least wait a couple months so you’re sure you want it. I go to the same person every time, and I trust them a lot. I doubt they’ll screw anything up–they’re a professional and everything…I have faith in them.” He nodded. “Yeah, that would probably be best.” He froze when she moved closer, probably looking like a tomato by this point. He was acutely aware of every part of his skin that was touching hers, the warm water only making his skin tingle more–whether it was nerves or excitement or a bit of both was beyond Teo. He wrapped his arms around her, coughing awkwardly and shrinking back against the back of the tub. As much as he was freaking out, he was glad he had agreed to this. Pressing his lips gently against the back of her shoulder, he rested his chin there, closing his eyes too. 

[mkyejinnie-blog]

Little girls always dreamed about knights in shining armor coming to rescue and protect them, and that was what Teo was to Yejin. Sure, the whole idea that she needed someone--much less a man/knight/whatever--to protect her was stupid and kind of low-key misogynistic, but that aside, Teo was her knight in shining armor. When her stitches popped, he’d patched her up. When she’d gotten stranded after another night of mistakes, he’d picked her up and taken her back to the dorm and helped her get her shit together. He was constantly aiding her in getting rid of her angry, aggressive, destructive thoughts, too. He protected her from herself. And while she could handle things otherwise, his extra pushes and barriers helped her out so much. She’d probably forever feel grateful to him.  Pouting a little, she cozied up to him more, batting her eyes as she murmured, “You can forgive me though, right? I’m a little restless when I sleep sometimes, but that doesn’t mean you’re gonna stop letting me sleep next to you, right? I’m not saying I have nightmares, because I don’t....just...you have to keep cuddling me, right?” She kissed his cheek. “I think you’re a little too late for that. But I’m very happy to hear you don’t want to pick up any other girls...We have all day tomorrow, Naseok. If you need to sleep, it wouldn’t matter much.”

“I could never regret anything to do with you. Ever,” She murmured sweetly. “That seems like a good plan, though. I’ll wait a few months and think of something good, and we can get it together. And then you’ll really be mine,” Yejin teased with a cute little smile. “I mean, I guess that makes sense. I’m just not the most trusting woman on the planet, I guess....” He was so tense, and for a moment, Yejin regretted suggesting this. He seemed quite scared, quite nervous. Was this too much all at once? Was she pushing too hard? A bunch of worries and questions popped into her head until he wrapped his arms around her, and she glanced up to look him in the eyes. He looked a little nervous, sure, but he looked happy. That’s all Yejin wanted. Signing a little, she stroked his cheek for a second before putting her feet up on the edge of the tub. “This is really nice,” She told him quietly, a smile playing at her lips.

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He groans and imitates her facial expressions, mocking her. “Why are we even talking about this? It’s already past and thing are– kind of– better now. Who cares?”

[mkyejinnie-blog]

“You were the one complaining about never getting any screentime. You’re also the one who decided to be an ignorant asshole when I pointed out how you aren’t so hard done by. But, of course, you spoiled types are pretty full of yourselves, so I’m sure you didn’t like hearing that.” Yejin snorted. “Past? Is that what you tell yourself so you don’t have to pay attention to the shit people that aren’t you have to go through? People still take shots at him whatever chance they get. It’s only better because he, unlike you, actively tries to make things that upset him better. Everyone but you cares. And it shows. They sure as hell ain’t giving more screen time to someone who doesn’t give a damn.”

[mkteorus]

He had undiagnosed Avoidant Personality Disorder–something even he wasn’t aware that he had. As a result, he tried to avoid most social contact. He blamed himself for a lot of things that weren’t his fault. He kept to himself in fear of being rejected or hurt worse. It was all quite understandable, but it made it hard for new connections to be made–in a way, Yejin was quite amazing. She’d been the first in a long time that he’d opened up to, and probably the quickest. That was the biggest indicator to himself that she was special.  “You have more bad dreams than I do,” he muttered with a laugh, rolling his eyes at her. “Thank you, I appreciate it. I just might lay in your lap, then. I don’t think anyone’s ever played with my hair before–I want to know how that feels. I’m still going to try my best not to fall asleep, though. Seems like a waste to spend any time I have with you sleeping…”

Naseok laughed, nodding. “That would be fun; we should. I don’t know if it should be your first tattoo, though. Maybe get something meaningful to you first, to test the waters, and then if you decide to get more tattoos after that, we can get one together. Um, yeah, whenever I go in for another tattoo, I usually ask them to touch it up if necessary.” He nodded. “I’ll be here. Um, collarbones. And fingers. Closer you get to a bone, the more it hurts. Red and white ink are the worst, too–they have a harder time showing up on skin so they usually have to go over it a few times.” Her touch made him shiver, but it wasn’t unpleasant. He just seemed to be hypersensitive to her touch at the moment, and understandably so. A dark blush spread across his cheeks at her kiss, torn between averting his eyes and staring, but her prompting had him pulling the rest of his clothes off and climbing in too, sitting so they were both at separate ends of the tub, her feet resting beside him. His blush probably wasn’t going anywhere any time soon.

[mkyejinnie-blog]

Yejin wasn’t a romantic. She didn’t like feelings. Being close to people made her weird. She was destructive, and her social life reflected that. But things were different around Naseok. Yejin felt all mushy and sentimental, and she didn’t hate it. The intimacy was something she embraced, and she only wanted to be closer to him. And she’d warmed up to him so quickly--she usually avoided new interactions like the plague. It’d be a month, and she already felt like she’d known him her whole life. “I do not. I don’t have any. You are lying. Don’t lie--being a liar isn’t very attractive, you know. How you gonna pick up girls if they think you’re a liar?” she teased, kissing his cheek. “It’s really nice--I’ll show you.. Oh, please. I’ll be there when you wake up, dummy. It’s not like I can go anywhere with you laying on me. If you’re tired, then sleep. I really don’t care.”

She raised an eyebrow, leaning up closer against him. “Yeah, but you’re pretty meaningful to me, so why the hell not? I’m not going to change my mind about it, so why wait,” she pointed out with a little smile, pushing his hair out of his face. “Aren’t you afraid that while they’re touching up they mess up and screw it up or something?” she asked, scratching her nose. “So if I want the most painless tattoo possible, I should get something in dark ink on.....I dunno, my thigh or something?” Her eyes followed him as he got in with her and got himself settled. Pushing her bottom lip out into a pout, she sighed. “You’re too far away from me,” she muttered, sliding over in the water until she was draped over his lap, head resting on his shoulder as she adjusted herself so she was sitting kind of diagonally. His skin was pressed right up against hers, making her heart beat a mile a minute. She loved it. Pulling his arms around her more, she slouched farther into the water, closing her eyes. “See? This is much better.”

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Hansol keps quiet for a few moments, sending a grimace her way. “Of course getting your life ruined is… not cool. But he could’ve gone… better about it. I mean, you gotta be a certain brand of stupid to fuck up that big.” He mutters that last bit to himself and even he has to flinch at how harsh his own words are. He knows he’s being mean but people should know by know how petty he can be.

[mkyejinnie-blog]

“He’s clearly not as stupid as you are.You’re really testing my patience, and anyone smart knows just how dangerous that is,” she told him evenly, crossing her arms across her chest. “Again, maybe I’ll ruin your life. Make it a little easier for you to empathize with him, asshat.”

[mkyoonah-deactivated20160809]

“I’m sure it isn’t. Especially if it’s an early morning call.” Yoonah smiled again softly blinking her eyes a few times to try and wake up. Last thing she needed was to look half asleep during the shoot. She nodded her head, “I plan to try to. We have practice tomorrow again, and I need to make sure I’m awake enough to nail the choreo correctly.”

[mkyejinnie-blog]

“New debuts are the worst,” Yejin admitted, doing her best to multitask--talk as she applied the makeup. She was good at it, though, so it wasn’t much of a problem. “I don’t know if it’s because they’re not used to the early morning schedules or if their schedules are super busy, but they can never keep their eyes open. I mean, if worst comes to worst, you could always nap in the car going wherever you need to go next at least.”

[mkyoonah-deactivated20160809]

She smiled being careful not to move so she wouldn’t get eyeliner in the eye. “Sorry, I was in the studio all morning practicing. I don’t think I got much sleep last night either.” Yoonah said pushing hair behind her ear as she tried to refocus.

[mkyejinnie-blog]

“Not the first time I’ve ever done makeup for someone half asleep,” Yejin said with a shrug, finishing the eyeliner and getting set to apply false lashes--this particular shoot was going for a very dramatic look. “You got a late schedule tonight? You should probably go to sleep early. Make sure you don’t pass out tomorrow or something.”

[mkyoonah-deactivated20160809]

Having spent the day in the dance studio going over choreography making sure she had every single little detail right Yoonah was exhausted. So tired that she hadn’t even been paying attention to the person in front of her who had been talking. “I’m sorry but what? I caught none of that.”

[mkyejinnie-blog]

“I said look up a little,” Yejin repeated, getting tired of waiting and angling the visual’s chin up manually, applying eyeliner with a steady hand. “ You’re certainly out of it today, aren’t you? I think I said that about twelve times. Need a nap?”

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He pointedly keeps quiet, as if to make a point. Until she mentions the maknae and it only serves to sour his mood even more. “So what? He brought that upon himself.” Hansol leans back into his chair with more force than necessary. He doesn’t feel like talking to Yejin anymore.

[mkyejinnie-blog]

Her eyes narrowed even further, her expression downright dangerous. “You getting the shit beat out of you in about a minute is something you brought upon yourself. Hasik’s life getting ruined isn’t something he brought upon himself--it’s people going out of their way to ruin his life. I can go out of mine to ruin yours if you still can’t make the distinction.”

[mkcreature]

“I trust you some of the time. If I had to put a number to it, I’d say I trust you maybe…..42% of the time. 0% of the time when it comes to boys. Sorry kid. Your track record gives me reason to be nervous” he replied, sighing and looking at her, his eyes studying her face. “I don’t know if it’s really you I’m worried about this time around, Yejin. He’s a good guy, I don’t think he’ll hurt you. I’m worried about him. I love you, but this is new territory for him, and well….you’re not the nicest person I’ve ever met. That would be Rae and he’s leaps and bounds beyond you.” He sighed again. He was still having trouble processing this. “Mom will be happy and excited. And definitely want to have Teo over for dinner. Yeah, no, Hyewon will be pretty chill about it too.”

[mkyejinnie-blog]

“What the fuck, Kyu? 42%? That’s such a shitty number! How much do you trust Jaemi? I swear to god, if he’s above me, I might start a fist fight with you....” she threatened, crossing her arms indignantly. “My track record has been wiped clean. I told you; it’s different this time,” she stressed, still tugging on his arm. She sighed, pursing her lips and putting her hands on her hips. He had a point. She didn’t like that he did, but he did. “I mean....you have a fair point.” Another sigh escaped her lips. “I won’t hurt him, Kyu--I promise. I really like him. I might even love him--I don’t know. It’s new territory for me too. This...this is going to work out just fine, okay?” She nodded. “Mom’ll be so happy. I should wait there too. Ask Teo if he’s ready to come to dinner with our family before telling Mom. How are you and Hyewon, by the way.. Are.....are things a little better?”

[mkteorus]

It hadn’t been the worst period in his life, but it in no way had been the best. Excluding his life as a kid before all of the shit with IL had happened, the best period in his life to date was right now; she was so good for him. As much as he warned her not to get involved with the media’s vendetta against him, he felt safer with Yejin on his side. Especially at music shows with other IL idols present–ever since the incident with the tweezers, he’d been deathly afraid of them attacking him again, but Yejin was frightening when she was mad. He felt safe with her around. He was safe with her around. He thought for a second, shrugging. “In order for me to fall asleep in your lap, I’d have to be there already, so I’d probably fall asleep wrapped around you. But if you wanted me to lay with my head in your lap, I wouldn’t argue,” he replied, a shy smile appearing on his face.

“He’s your brother. He’s worried. I understand–I don’t mind. It’s okay,” Teo said soothingly. He paused for a moment, taking in her questions before answering them, “Too many to count. Some of them have kind of joined together too, like the ones on my arms. So just…a lot. Um, probably. I don’t know what yet, but I want to. Oh, um, I like the tiger on my arm. I like tigers,” he said shyly, adjusting his head against hers and smiling bashfully. “Of course. You decide what you want, where you want it, and when, and I’ll be there,” he promised her, nodding. Naseok blushed scarlet, scratching his arm awkwardly before taking his glasses off and putting them carefully on the counter, pushing his hair back and jumping down. He stooped a little and angled her chin upwards so he could steal a quick kiss, and then slowly began to pull off his shirt, his hands trembling. It wasn’t like she’d never seen him shirtless or anything–he just was thinking about what was to come, and while he was excited, he was mostly just nervous. Good nervous, but nervous.

[mkyejinnie-blog]

As shitty as she thought her situation was, his was worse. Way worse. That in itself made her...behave--what right did she have to act out if he wasn’t? She had money and a place to stay and people who cared about her, and that was all that really mattered. And, unlike him, there was no one hell bent on destroying her life. She knew he didn’t want her involved, but she felt so protective of him. Especially after seeing the scars given to him by angry ex-colleagues and antis who got a little to close. She didn’t want anyone getting close to him that wasn’t her or UNION or people he trusted. He didn’t deserve to be hurt again. “You can lay in my lap if you want to, Naseok. I don’t mind. It’ll be nice--that way you can sleep if you want to and I can play with your hair and wake you up if you have any bad dreams or anything....” she trailed off sweetly, half teasing and half serious. It’d be cute.

“I don’t have to like it, though,” she grumbled. She ran her hand down his arm, admiring the ink some more, though admittedly using it as an excuse to touch him. “We should get a tattoo together someday. Something nice. That’s what my first tattoo should be. Something we get together. Mmm, I like that one too. It’s one of your more vibrant ones--do you get it touched up often?” She giggled, squeezing his hand. He was so adorable. Like visually, he was cute, but he was also just cute in how he acted. So innocent and hesitant. She loved him so much. “I’ll put some thought into it and get back to you. Which tattoo of yours hurt the most?” She blushed slightly at his sudden kiss, shaky hands reaching out to help him with his shirt, fingers lingering against his skin before taking her own shirt off and tossing it aside with his. Stepping away from the tub and from him, she slid out of the rest of her clothes before pulling her hair up, getting into the water after pecking his cheek on the way by. She glanced sideways at him with a smile. “Hurry up.”

[mkteorus]

If he was being honest, he’d been scared of her for a while after they met. She’d been so abrasive and aggressive and quick to anger, and as much as her brothers stressed that she was actually quite nice, he still felt nervous. But over the years, they’d both warmed up to each other. He still hadn’t completely been sure how he felt about her when he helped her with her stitches and they’d both got to talking and sharing, but he was glad that happened, because it had lead to this. And this was something he treasured. “Then I’ll fall asleep and you can watch. We’ll still be cuddling, and I’ll get some extra sleep, and you’ll get your drama. Everybody wins,” he chuckled, rolling his eyes. He’d probably watch, no matter what she put on. He’d be paying more attention to her than the screen anyway.

He blushed a little, shaking his head. “Like you said. He knows. He knows you’re okay. It won’t be an issue. It’s fine–you don’t have to try to keep him from doing anything. He’ll just do it anyway, we both know it.” He wasn’t too scared of Kyu. A little scared, but not overly so. He trusted the elder, and Kyu of all people would know how good his intentions were. As intimidated as he was, he’d be just fine. He threw his arms up to protect his glasses from the splashing, grinning and putting his arm around her waist, letting her look at his other one. “Sort of,” he murmured back, resting his head on top of hers. “I got it a few months ago, so it’s newer than the others, I guess.”

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She’d been in a dark place when he had helped her out initially. She’d just left home after her blowout with Jieun. It was right after she and Joonki made one of the worst mistakes of her life. She was spiraling downwards. Talking about it with him had helped, but when he’d come to pick her up from that hotel and had taken care of her, that’s when she really fell for him. No one besides Kyu had ever been that concerned about her or had ever tried to take care of her. No one cared, but Naseok did. He was special and she knew it. “Okay, but like.....Would you fall asleep in my lap or something? Or would you fall asleep with your arms around me? Choose carefully, because it may dictate whether or not I’d let you fall asleep,” she teased. If he actually did fall asleep, she’d never have the heart to wake him up. 

“I just....it’s not fair to you,” she repeated firmly, sighing. She adjusted her head, getting closer to him as she admired his sleeves of tattoos--something she’d probably never get tired of doing. “How many tattoos do you even have? Are you going to get more? Which one is your favorite?” she asked in a quick succession, looking at him adoringly. “I kind of want a tattoo someday. I don’t know what of yet, but I want one. At some point in my life. If I got one, would you come with me?” Yejin asked sweetly, before reluctantly pulling away to stop the tap so the tub wouldn’t overflow. Sitting on the edge of the tub, she turned to him with a smile. “Right, so are you taking your stuff off, or do you need my help?”