YEOSANG has always been kind to you. he listens when you talk, remembers small details you mention in passing, and always smiles at you. but being nice and sweet is apparently the problem. you like him, have been crushing on him for a couple of months, and everyone, but him knows.
“you look really good today,” you tell him one afternoon, trying to sound casual as he walks into the room. the man pauses, surprised, before his lips curl into that soft smile you’ve memorized.
“thank you,” he says sincerely, then, without hesitation, “you too.”
you stare at him, as wooyoung snorts loudly from across the room. it’s enough to make you want to slam your head into a wall. yeosang doesn't try to get the meaning behind your words or your behaviour at all.
at first, you thought maybe he was just shy, or that he needed time. so you stayed near him, laughed at his jokes first, saved him a seat next to you, let your hand or knee brush accidentally against his. he never pulled away, but he never leaned in either.
and eventually, it becomes exhausting, so you stop hoping he’ll suddenly wake up and see you the way you see him. because confessing feels pointless when the other person doesn’t even realize what's going on. you don’t avoid him, but you don’t try anymore. he notices how you are one idea more distant, as he doesn’t fully understand why.
you laugh less around him, leave rooms earlier, or talk with someone else instead. you don’t look at him like you used to, and he doesn’t know why, but something about it leaves a strange feeling in his chest. wooyoung notices too, and he, unlike yeosang, is not dense. so later, when they’re alone, he just says it.
“you know she likes you, right?”
“what?” yeosang blinks at him, once, twice, not processing what was just said.
unimpressed, the cherry haired man stares at him. “(name) likes you.”
“i like her too,” he says, “she’s a very good friend.”
wooyoung exhales in disappointment, rubbing his temple. “yeosang, not like that.” the blonde just looks at him, face slightly frowning in confusion, “she likes you romantically, silly.”
“oh.”
“oh?” wooyoung watches the realization hit him, as he raises an eyebrow.
“oh…” yeosang says again, quieter this time. because suddenly, memories replay differently in his mind: the compliments, the way you looked at him, how you laughed at everything he said. the way you always stayed close, and where there for him.
wooyoung smirks slowly, actually proud for helping his best friend come to his senses. it's been so long, and everyone should be glad it's going to be over soon, with a happy ending, of course.
so the next time yeosang sees you, his heart is beating faster than usual. his palms feel warm, a little sweaty, showing how nervous he is. you smile politely when you see him. he swallows, fights the instinct to retreat into his comfort zone, but he steps forward instead.
“are you free this weekend?” he asks, and you tilt your head, “i am, why?”
“would you like to go on a date with me?”
and for the first time since he’s known you, yeosang realizes he doesn’t want to be just nice. he wants to be yours, and by how fast the spark returned to your eyes, he for sure will be, just as you will be his.
tags: yeosang in a skirt!!! blowjob, handjob, bodily fluids, subby!yeosang
the room is dim, save for the soft glow of a lamp spilling across the floor. yeosang stands in front of the mirror, feet shifting nervously on the carpet as his fingers twist in the hem of the pleated skirt you picked for him.
it's short, a dark color that makes his skin look like porcelain. every little movement makes the fabric flutter against his thighs, teasing the fact that he's wearing nothing underneath.
"look at yourself," you murmur, pressing your cheek to the smooth skin of his hip. "see how pretty you are like this?"
yeosang stares at his reflection with flushed cheeks, thighs trembling slightly. he's already half-hard under the fabric, twitching under your attention.
you slide both hands up the backs of his thighs, pushing the skirt higher until it bunches uselessly around his waist. his cock hangs heavy between his legs, the tip glistening faintly in the low light.
"fuck.." he breathes, looking away from the mirror.
you hum in approval, nosing along his hip before dragging your tongue up the underside of him, letting spit pool and drip down the shaft. his knees buckle a little, one hand flying to the mirror to steady himself, fingertips smearing the glass.
"keep your eyes on us," you tell him, voice muffled against his skin. "watch how desperate you look when i'm taking care of you."
you wrap your lips around the head, sucking gently, enough to make his hips jerk forward, a broken moan falling from his lips.
you pull off with a wet pop, letting strings of saliva connect your mouth to his cock, "you're so pretty when you're leaking for me, sangie."
you give him another slow lick, flattening your tongue against the head to coax out more precum before taking him deeper, your nose brushing the soft skin above his cock, the fabric of the skirt brushing your forehead.
yeosang's head is tipped back, little gasps falling from his throat as his hips jerk forward in tiny thrusts he can't control, the skirt fluttering with every movement.
"oh- oh god-!" he whimpers, his free hand flying to your hair to ground himself.
you pull back, lips brushing the slick head, "tell me how it feels, pretty."
'feels- feels like i'm gonna die," he whines, voice trembling. "feels so good- please- don't stop-!"
you reward him by swallowing him down again, your lips kissing the base as your throat flutters around him. his hips stutter, thighs shaking, causing the pretty skirt to sway.
you let him use your mouth for a few shallow thrusts before you pull off completely, replacing your mouth with your hand. you stroke him slowly, dragging your tongue over the head while your hand twists.
yeosang's eyes are glassy, pupils blown as his mouth falls open, drool escaping the corner of his lips. "gonna- gonna cum," he chokes out, voice wrecked, "please- please let me-!"
you take him back into your mouth, one hand cupping his balls while the other grips his hip under the skirt, holding him still so you can work him relentlessly.
he cums with a sob, cock pulsing hard against your tongue, spilling hot down your throat. you swallow every drop, milking him through it until he's whimpering from overstimulation, legs trembling uncontrollably.
you pull off, pressing a soft kiss to the tip, then another to the inside of his shaking thigh.
"prettiest thing i've ever seen," you whisper as you smooth his skirt back down, kissing his flushed cheek, "think we should keep the skirt on for round two?"
His voice was sickly sweet as he dragged the word.
The hand that bled was covering your mouth tight to keep the sounds of barely contained wracking sobs from his ears.
“This was fun at first but I’m getting a little impatient now.” The sound of his slow steps crunching the leaves under his feet told you he was getting much closer now.
For a moment you focused on your breathing, trying desperately to calm yourself for survival sake. A sound caught your attention. Is he sniffing?
A gentle, teasing laugh broke the silence. “Baby~, a little impromptu game of hide and seek doesn’t work as well when I’m getting a whiff of your sweet blood.”
Your eyes widened. You looked down to your hand, dripping blood on the grass and leaves as you hold it over your knees.
“Like a bee and honey, it’s meant for me.”
As quietly as possible, you wrap it up with the torn fabric hanging from your layered shirt.
Thankfully the sound of the leaves was getting a bit fainter. It wasn’t much relief but you let out a long shaky breath anyway.
You prayed and prayed with every drop of belief in you for help.
In the middle of your silent prayers, you felt a small bit of air blow against your lips.
The moment you opened your eyes, red ones glowed back at you. “Boo.” he said calmly.
You slammed your back against the tree you leaned on, only putting a hair of distance between you and him. As your wild eyes adjusted, you could see the smile on his lips. He was enjoying this.
“Yeosang, please.”
He stood fully from where he’d crouched to your level. “Please what?”
“I-I-”
He laughed. “See. You don’t even know what you’re begging for.”
The glow of his eyes dimmed as they grew lidded. “You tend to do that a lot. You remember yesterday don’t you?”
You blinked rapidly, a bit incredulous at the mention though cheeks flaming anyway.
“‘Yeosang p-please, AHHHH’” his obscene impression of you echoing through the woods. Yesterday was a different life entirely. You begged for his touch, for him to be closer.
Now you begged for your life, for him to leave you be.
“I just want you to let me go.” Tears started to escape.
The playful smile dropped. “Let you go?”
You looked up at the change in his voice. His face had gone blank and voice quiet and even.
He stood there for a moment, not moving. Besides the disheveled look of his shirt where you’d fought and pushed at him, he was the vision he always was. Hair perfectly done, clothes clearly new, skin clear and soft. But his eyes.
His eyes on you were so intense.
They conveyed a million things trapped behind the glassy irises that focused on you.
“You don’t understand, baby.” When he finally spoke, he looked away for a moment as if trying to compose his emotions. “I want YOU.”
He stepped forward and lowered himself to meet your eyes better this time. As you took in his proximity, his hand shot out and grabbed your jaw. His fingers dug into your cheeks roughly. “You are mine to do with as I see fit. I was unsure of what. Your games were interesting for a moment. Though now I wonder if I should simply devour you and be rid of any trouble.”
“No! No no please!” you cried, clawing at his arm.
His grip only tightened, surely drawing blood from his finger nails in your cheeks. “ You don’t decide that.” A warning to stop your begging surely. “I only wanted a taste. A playful nip to sate the hunger but you…”
He paused to sigh.
“You had to make it difficult.”
Sounds from nearby caught both of your attention.
Without a thought, you screamed and screamed. “HELP ME! HELP HE’S CRAZY! HE'S NOT HUMAN!!”
You hadn’t noticed that first pair of glowing eyes find you. Nor the way he just let you scream.
The moment his grip loosened, you were breaking free of it and scrambling to your feet towards the sounds. In your haste, you tripped over your own feet.
Sadly, clarity only came as you slowly looked up to meet the seven pairs of red eyes glowing at you from the darkness.
With a chuckle, he spoke from behind you as you turned to meet the familiar eighth pair.
“Looks like my brothers found us.”
Quick drabble to kick off the season. Let me know how we're feeling about it
wc: 1k, tags: angst; battlefield related topics such as: blood, injuries, death; established relationship; SFW
summary: in reality, being a hero isn't as noble as it sounds. it makes yeosang crave a more ordinary life, a more ordinary love.
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As Yeosang cradles your head in his lap he wonders when he last took the time to look at you. Not just a quick glance, but really look at you. He’ll have to do it more often from now on, once all of this is over. But even now, you’re beautiful, with your teary eyes and the wound on your temple. Even the grime on your cheeks couldn’t possibly hide away your beauty.
“Hey,” he whispers, as your eyes are closing, “don’t fall asleep on me.”
“Just for a moment,” you croak with a voice so brittle it barely sounds like your own. Yeosang wants to let you rest, but he can’t let you lose consciousness now, he can’t risk you not waking up again.
“Not yet,” he says as he tries to wipe some dirt off your cheek, but his own fingers are too dirty from the dust and debris all around you, “the rescue unit will be here soon, hold on just a little longer.”
“I’m so tired, Sangie.”
“I know, I know,” he has to stop himself from tearing up at the sound of your weak voice, “but this is the last time. If we just make it through this, we’ll never have to fight again.”
“Promise?” You hold out your pinky, costing you all the strength you have left.
He smiles at you softly, “I promise. We’ll never have to be heroes again.”
“Just people,” you pull up the corners of your lips in an attempt to smile back at him.
“Yeah. We’ll just be ordinary people in love. We could get our own place, just the two of us, with lots of big windows.” He knows how much you hate the tiny windows in the dorms.
“And we can open them?”
“Of course we can open them. We could even have a balcony.”
A hint of a nod, “I’d like that.”
“We could sit outside on Sunday mornings to have breakfast, and we hear the birds chirping as we pour ourselves a coffee and read the newspaper.”
“Mhm,” you hum softly in approval.
“Maybe we could get a puppy too? A pomeranian if you want.”
“I want a doberman.” You grin and Yeosang doesn’t mind the blood on your teeth, he’s just glad to see you happy.
“Then we’ll get a doberman,” he agrees easily.
“Just like you.”
He huffs a laugh, “just like me.”
The sun tickles his nose and he slowly blinks his eyes open. Images of all the death and hurt he has seen are still fresh in his mind, but when he turns over and sees you sleeping peacefully next to him, it’s all forgotten. He feels warm and cozy, the mattress a thousand times softer than the awful foam mats you had to call your beds back in the dorms. Everything seems softer than back then, like all the rough edges of his life have evened out. There is no more fighting the battles for others, no more being the pawn in someone else’s game.
He looks at you, really looks at you, watches as you breathe calm and evenly. There’s a little scar on your temple, a last trace of that battle from a few years ago, when the whole hero system collapsed and disappeared into insignificance. It’s all healed now, barely visible unless you know it’s there. But Yeosang knows, and he doesn’t think he could ever forget. He almost lost you back then. But you’re still here, you’re still alive.
You open your eyes and the sun reflects in them so beautifully, he’s mesmerized.
“Hey,” you whisper.
“Hey,” he replies. He tucks some strands of hair behind your ear. “Slept well?”
“Yeah,” you nod, “the best.”
He smiles and leans in a little, just about to leave a peck on your lips, when he’s interrupted by the ajar bedroom door opening further and a very happy doberman making his way in. He’s wagging his tail so hard it hits the door frame, but he doesn’t even seem to mind, jumping onto the bed unbothered, and landing in between the both of you.
“I see someone felt left out,” Yeosang comments with an affectionate sigh, while the puppy crawls further up the bed until his head is resting right next to yours, paying Yeosang no attention. Yeosang doesn’t mind though, he has long stopped trying to compete with you for his affection.
“Morning, Pom,” you giggle and scratch him behind his floppy ears, prompting him to get up and plop down again on top of you, in an attempt to get even closer.
“Pom, you’re heavy,” you complain with a laugh.
“I fear he forgot he’s not actually a pomeranian. That’s what you get for naming him like that.”
You let out a groan as Pom moves again, “Yeah, yeah, I got it, it’s my own fault,” your voice sounds too croaky, “now help me, will you?”
He laughs before gently trying to get Pom to move, but he doesn’t budge. “Come on, move,” Yeosang urges, but still nothing.
“Yeosang,” you whisper, “look at me,” and there’s a weird fear that settles in his stomach at your words, making it impossibly hard to turn his head and face you.
“Please,” you whimper, and when he finally does, there’s tears in your eyes and grime on your cheeks.
“I love you,” you press out, and it sounds too much like goodbye.
“No,” Yeosang shakes his head, “we can have this, I promise, just hold on a little longer.”
“I love you,” you repeat before your lungs are rattled with a cough that makes blood gush from your lips.
“I love you, too,” he replies, leaning his forehead against yours. There are tears falling from his eyes and onto your skin, but you don’t even seem to notice as your breathing grows more shallow. “Let’s become ordinary people, my love. Let’s live an ordinary life,” he clings to those words like a life line, even if he already knows better.
“Yeah,” you breathe out, “let’s do that,” but your eyes flutter close before you finish speaking.
“I love you,” he repeats as he feels the life fade beneath your skin. “I love you so.”
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so we've kissed woosan and yungi and seongjoong... and now we get to kiss jongsang !!!
kissing jongho feels safe, like the worst could happen and you'd barely feel it. he's so sure and confident, arms around your waist to pull you to him like it's the only thing he knows how to do. his favorite place to be is in your arms, and his favorite place for you to be is in his -- it just feels right, pressing your lips to his. he's sweet with it and knows when to stop (for both "we're in public" purposes and "i'm making you want it" purposes), but he's not against letting the both of you get lost in each other for a little while. he complains that you embarrass him all the time, but he's quick to tuck you into his chest and kiss you until you're dizzy. jongho is strong and his kisses are no different, a comforting amount of pressure mixed with the love you know is behind them. either of you might initiate it, but he's always the one that really struggles to let you go, pressing a few lingering, chaste kisses on the corner of your mouth, your cheeks, your temples. he'll hold you close even once the two of you seem to have come to a stop exchanging kisses with the excuse that it's cold or he's too comfortable to move. really, he just wants you to kiss him again (and again, and again). and who are you to deny him?
kissing yeosang is sweet. he's always tentative, but never unwilling. the first little while after you guys started dating you had to initiate kissing, but now he does it no problem -- and he always, always asks if he can kiss you before he does it. it doesn't matter where you are or what you're doing (he could have you writhing under him in his bed, whimpering and moaning) -- he'll ask. he might lean away from you if you try to kiss him in public, regardless of how quick you intend to be, but it doesn't offend you; he's still a bit shy with pda. he offers a squeeze of your hand in an apology, and lets you kiss him silly later, once you're home. here he's in his element, assertive and languid, tender to cool down your hunger. he can't ever really help the smile on his face, happy just to be sharing this moment with you -- and it's infectious, both of you grinning until it gets too hard to really kiss. yeosang doesn't mind, though, more than willing to let you put your lips all over his face, chuckling when you kiss his pretty pink birthmark at the top of his cheek. he'll return the favor tenfold, too; asking once more if he can kiss you before he dives back in headfirst, already holding back a grin.
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| Hongjoong | Seonghwa | Yunho | Yeosang | San | Mingi | Wooyoung | Jongho |
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"Yeosang, if you don't confess your feelings to the librarian soon, I swear I'll do it for you."
The royal tutor's eyes widened at the princess' words. Resisting the urge to slap a hand over her mouth, he hissed, "Your highness! You will do no such thing, that's highly inappropriate." Despite his disapproval, she merely smirked, enjoying the panic in his eyes as you walked past the two in the palace library, checking the newly arrived books.
Arms folded, she locked eyes with the tutor mischievously, retorting, "You can't tell me what to do; I'm the princess." Yeosang sighed deeply, questioning why he was stuck tutoring this unruly student instead of her disciplined elder brother.
"Why won't you just leave me be? I promised I'd talk to her soon," He pleaded. She scoffed, "You've said that before, and I don't see any progress. This is your last chance, or I'll take matters into my own hands."
With a defeated sigh, he smacked his palm against his forehead, muttering a curse. The princess grinned, satisfied, and resumed her studies with a quill in hand, "I'm only doing this for you because you're my favourite teacher."
Yeosang gave her an unamused stare, "You do realise I'm your only teacher."
She smiled sarcastically, "Exactly, so you have no choice but to do as I say."
As their lesson concluded for the day, the princess shot a threatening squint at her tutor, her fingers subtly gesturing, 'I'm watching you,' before she gracefully exited the library.
Defeated, Yeosang nodded and bowed lightly as he watched her leave, a sense of resignation settling over him. If he wished for a peaceful existence, compliance seemed to be his only option. His heart raced as he turned his attention to you, who were diligently ticking away on your checklist, ensuring the library remained well-organised, as you always do.
He found himself captivated by the sight of you working from a distance; in his eyes, you were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. From the very first encounter, he sensed it was love at first sight. As he got to know you better, he discovered that your allure extended beyond physical beauty.
Your kindness, knowledge, and passion for your work set you apart. It might sound cliché, but to him, you were incomparable to anyone else. While the princess' lessons could be torturous at times, your presence never failed to brighten his day.
He took a deep breath and dared himself to approach you. Nervously, his hands instinctively moved to straighten his hair and adjust his clothes. Despite having spoken to you before, you always made him stumble over his words like a bumbling fool.
Upon noticing the handsome tutor's presence, you greeted him with a warm smile, setting down your work documents, "Hey Yeosang, how was the lesson today? I hope her highness wasn't too difficult; she's been in a good mood lately. Do you think it has anything to do with the painter she's been seeing in town?"
He chuckled shyly, "It was alright, thanks for asking. I've heard about her new friend; she won't shut up about him. Unfortunately, that doesn't change the way she torments me."
Laughing, you shook your head, "You poor thing. What will it take for her to let you live, hm?"
Yeosang hesitated, unsure whether to be honest. He did know what it would take for her to go easy on him. This could be the perfect time to broach the topic, but he searched his brain for a way to smoothly transition the conversation.
Scratching his head sheepishly, he said, "Yeah, trust me, I always ask myself why I'm stuck with her. It would've been great if only I got the crown prince."
You nodded with a knowing smile, "I know what you mean; the prince is certainly very mature compared to his sister. It's reassuring to know the future of our kingdom is in good hands."
Drawing closer, he leaned against your work desk, attempting to appear cool, unaware of how awkward he looked. You giggled into your fist, finding him adorable. His shyness had always endeared him to you; the tutor was unlike any other guy you'd ever met.
If only he knew how special he was... to you.
"Speaking of which, the sudden news of the prince's engagement was quite a surprise, wasn't it?" He tried to steady his heart as he began his mission.
You brightened immediately, "Oh, it sure was! What a joyous occasion it is. We could use more positive news like this around Wonderland, especially with the ongoing tensions with Utopia."
Enthusiastically agreeing, he said, "We sure do! Have you also heard about the duke and the mapmaker's recent engagements?"
You nodded excitedly, sighing wistfully, "I have. It must be the season of love. Makes me wonder if my turn will ever come."
Here's my chance!
Biting his lip, he prepared for the pivotal moment, "Well, perhaps it will come sooner than expected," Your breath hitched at the direction he was taking, "Perhaps Wonderland could use another engagement soon..."
Your heart pounded as he circled around your desk to approach you, "Yeosang... what are you—" He cleared his throat and whispered your name, "I've been in love with you from the moment we first met. Will you allow me to court you?"
While you were convinced you must have been dreaming, he persistently proved you wrong by dedicating all his efforts to courting you over the next few months. The two of you became the centre of attention among the palace staff. Although he had initially hoped the princess would let him breathe, she had shifted her attention to urging him to propose.
Once he was certain that your feelings matched his own, he needed no further pushing from his student. True to his word, he kept his promise, and before you could fully grasp it, you found yourself strolling around the library with a beautiful ring adorning your finger.
"Wow, what a gorgeous ring you're wearing," Your head snapped up to find none other than your fiancé teasing you, "I know, I'm getting married soon." You responded smugly. His confident grin left you amused, marvelling at the transformation from the timid royal tutor you first met.
Gone was the once shy Kang Yeosang.
You gasped when he gently pushed you against a bookshelf, his hand shielding the back of your head as he leaned in, "Care to share who the lucky guy is?"
Slapping a hand on his chest, you attempted to push him away, "Not here, Yeo—"
But he cut you off, "Tell me."
You relented with a sigh, "It's you."
His smile widened, "That's right, my love." Any resistance melted away the moment he pressed his lips firmly against yours.
Just as he had predicted, Wonderland witnessed another engagement, and this time, it was yours. It was an unforgettable union, etched into the minds of all, thanks in no small part to the princess who claimed all credit. She proudly reminded everyone that her tutor was, at last, marrying his dream girl—the royal librarian.
In case you haven't already noticed, all the parts of this series are sorta interconnected since it's in the same universe. This one also teases the next member's part. Have fun guessing who it is, teehee.
Tag list: @aurasblue @marievllr-abg @itsvxlentine @minghaoslatina @huachengsbestie01 @evidive
Scenarios: First time they realize they love you + drabbles
Part One: Hongjoong/Yunho/Mingi
Part Two: Seonghwa/Wooyoung
Pairings: Kang Yeosang x Gn!Reader; Choi San x Gn!Reader (<est. relationship); Choi Jongho x Gn!Reader
A/n: I got a bit stuck on these, so they might not be as good as the others, but I hope you still like them!
Warnings: Kiss in Sans; mentions of drunk man/drinking in Jonghos.
Words: Yeosang 924; San 792; Jongho 965; Total: ~2.7k
Yeosang:
When you comforted him...
Yeosang wasn't feeling himself recently.
Whether he was sick, sore, over-worked, it didn't matter, he just wanted to relax.
The others saw it and assumed he wanted to be alone, so they left him to go be menaces somewhere else.
But that wasn't really what Yeosang wanted. He didn't want to be alone, he just wanted to be comforted.
Though he had to admit, he wasn't sure how.
He didn't want to talk, or joke, or go out, but he wasn't sure how to vocalize it.
But somehow, you knew exactly what he needed, and wanted, even when he didn't.
He watched you as you entered the room, and sat nearby, not right next to him, but close.
"Weren't you going with the others?"
You looked at him with a light smile, "Nah, don't feel up to it."
He nodded in understanding but watched you for a moment as you relaxed.
You started listening to music, loud enough in your ears that he could hear it.
Glancing at you he noticed you didn't have your earbuds in your ears, but around your neck.
It was some of his favorite music, that you two shared an interest in. Music he told you he liked to listen to when he was stressed. Music he had been listening to all day.
Turning off his own playlist on his phone, he let himself listen to it from you.
"I'm ordering food do you want some?"
Yeosang blinked a few times before he felt his heart flutter. He nodded softly, "Sure."
You smiled and got up, walking over to him and sitting beside him, You leaned against his shoulder and he felt his heart flutter again.
You showed him the menu's as you scrolled. "What do you feel like?"
He glanced at the phone, realizing you were ordered from one of his favorite spots.
Looking back at your profile, he found himself admiring you closely. You were doing this all on purpose, weren't you?
You hummed softly as you scrolled on your phone, unaware of Yeosang's fond gaze.
"Maybe this?" You mumbled, as Yeosang nodded without paying attention.
Yeosang knew he had a crush on you, he had for a long time, but he never paid attention, assuming it was just a small thing, not serious. Maybe it was because you were so nice, and a comforting person to be around. You got his sense of humor, shared a lot of likes and dislikes.
Sure he liked being around you, hanging out with you, sharing his food with you, making excuses to be around you and go on dates hang-outs. But it was just a small crush, or so he convinced himself.
But as he found his heart fluttering and chest tightening at your close proximity, and the silent way you were comforting him, he started to realize. It wasn't just a small crush, it was much, much bigger than he had allowed himself to realize.
When Yeosang didn't respond to your question you looked over at him, your heart jolting at the intense gaze he had as he looked at you. When your eyes met his, he was brought out of his thoughts as his eyebrows shot up.
"Huh?" He muttered out, finally realizing you had asked him something.
You let out a soft chuckle, trying to ignore how your neck grew hot and your heart pounded.
"I asked what else you wanted." You mumbled, feeling shy under his gaze.
"Oh." He cleared his throat as he looked at your phone, shutting out his thoughts for a moment as he helped you pick what else to order.
He continued to get lost while gazing at you as you sat and waited for your food. And you noticed, how could you not?
Finally he spoke up a bit more, "Thank you."
"For what?"
"Staying with me." He was feeling a bit shy now as he shuffled around in his seat.
You smiled softly at him and he felt his breath catch. "I wasn't sure if it was what you really wanted, I was afraid I might annoy you."
He was quick to shake his head, "You don't. You never do. I like- I like being around you."
You smiled at his words, your chest fluttering, "Good, I like being around you too."
"I like you."
His words came out before he meant them too, and you saw the shock on his face at his own words. As he brought his hand to his mouth.
You let out a startled yet flattered chuckle, your heart beating heavier than before. "What?"
He cleared his throat as he sat up a bit more, "I didn't mean to say that out loud."
You bit the inside of your lip, "Does that mean you don't mean it?"
He looked at you quickly with a raised brow as he shook his head, "No I mean it! I- uh." He was obviously flustered and you felt bad for him.
Leaning over you pressed a quick kiss to his cheek causing him to freeze in his nervous shuffling. "I like you to Yeosang."
He met your gaze and you saw his ears getting brighter by the second before he let out a nervous chuckle. Suddenly, taking you by surprise just as you did to him, he leaned over and pressed a soft kiss to your face, just at the edge of your lips.
Your eyes widened in turn and he smiled, making you giggle a moment later. You smiled fondly at each other as your feelings, though a bit clumsy, were made known.
xx
San:
When you surprised him at a concert...
No matter how many times San told you, you could watch the shows from back stage, you always refused.
"I want to see you perform the way other's do."
So every show, he found himself searching for you in the crowd, it was one of his favorite games.
On this particular concert, you weren't there.
Or at least you weren't supposed to be.
They were on tour in another country, and he hadn't seen you in weeks.
Even though he was far away, he still found himself looking for you in the crowds, and always felt a soft ache in his heart when he knew he would not find you.
But this time, when his eyes caught on a familiar face and he did a double take.
You were near the front row, a large sign in your hands as you cheered for them.
You were singing along to the song and when your eyes met San's you grinned, winking at him before continuing to cheer.
San felt his heart burst, as a grin spread across his face.
As he was singing his part, his eyes kept finding their way to you, as he almost teared up at the sight of you singing along with him.
To him, there as no one else in the crowds, just you.
For the rest of the concert all he wanted was to run to you, to embrace you and hold you.
Every time his eyes caught sight of you his heart beat a little faster, and he felt more and more overjoyed.
During a slower song when his eyes caught yours once more, you were smiling brightly as you sang along with him and it clicked.
He was in love with you.
He knew he had been falling for you from the moment you met, but now he knew he was completely, and fully in love.
And he couldn't wait to tell you.
When the concert ended he quickly took off his mic, wiped himself down (not wanting to be completely sweaty when he saw you), and waiting impatiently in the bands room.
You were well known by the staff, and always made your way back to the waiting rooms after a concert so San never had to come find you.
The others had seen you in the crowd as well, and knew how excited San was to see you after so long. Leaving him along in the room, they wanted the two of you to have your moment.
He paced impatiently around the room, before hearing the door creak open. His eyes shot towards the door, his heart bursting and painfully large grin spreading across his face when you poke your head into the room.
Stepping all the way in, you barely got the door shut behind you before San was wrapping his arms around you and lifting you into the air.
You let out a surprised laugh as he spun around, before setting you down. His lips were quickly smashed into yours as he kissed you desperately, pouring his emotion at seeing you into the kiss.
You wrapped your arms around his neck as you returned the kiss, just as overjoyed to see him again, and glad your surprise paid off.
When he finally pulled away, though reluctantly, he pressed his forehead against yours as you grinned at each other.
"Hi." You said with a soft laugh and he chuckled.
"Hi." He cupped your face and pressed another kiss to your lips.
"I can't believe you're here."
"I wanted to surprise you. And I couldn't wait another two weeks before seeing you again."
San let out a emotional sigh as he pulled you into is arms, swaying you gently as he hugged you.
"Y/n" He said softly and you met his gaze with a soft hum.
He gently caressed your cheek as he stared longingly into your eyes. "I realized something when I saw you in the crowd."
"What is it?"
"I'm in love with you. I love you so much it hurts." He pressed his hand to his heart when he spoke, his eyes tearing up at his own emotion.
You felt your breath catch as his eyes and words poured out all the love he felt for you. And all the love you felt for him as well, was mirrored in your own eyes as you grinned at him.
Your eyes brimmed with tears as well as you pressed a soft kiss to his lips, and spoke softly in reply. "I'm in love with you too San. So much more every day."
He grinned as he pulled you into another long and meaningful kiss, arms wrapped around each other as you held on tight, knowing you were never going to let go.
xx
Jongho:
When you laughed (and ran away) with him...
You didn't mean to laugh, you shouldn't, but it was perfect.
There was a drunk man causing trouble nearby, and you and Jongho had already shared many looks.
But when the man, after attempting to berate another passerby, tripped, stumbled for an extraordinary amount of time before falling into a bush, you could not hold back.
You and Jongho gasped before trying to repress your laughs. But the second you made eye contact with each other, you were both gone.
You gripped his sleeve in an attempt to control yourself as you turned away from the man to laugh.
You felt bad, but at the same time how could you not laugh?
Jongho however, was not hiding his cackle in the slightest.
Tears were brimming your eyes when you caught Jongho's eyes, you had your hand covering your mouth as you repressed your giggles.
Jongho felt his chest clench as he couldn't look away from you.
He wasn't sure if he was ever seen you laugh this hard, and he loved it.
Something in him shifted in that moment and he wished he could bottle up your laughter and keep it with him forever.
He was grinning as he was staring at you, his laugh having died down due to his focus on you.
You finally let out a few last breathy sighs before wiping your eyes. His gaze was still on you and you felt shyness beginning to take over.
As you found yourself staring back at him, you started to realize that the nearby shouting of the drunk man was now directed at you as his voice grew closer.
You and Jongho both looked over to see the angry man pointing at the two of you as he crossed the road.
"Are you laughing at me?!" He yelled in a drunken anger.
Jongho and you locked eyes in a panic before Jongho suddenly grabbed your hand, "Run."
Adrenaline spiked through you as you and Jongho bolted down the road and around the corner to the nearest park. It was not hard to get away from the angry drunk man, but your heart was racing either way.
Maybe it was because of Jongho's hand wrapped around yours.
When you slowed into a walk you looked back from where you came before laughing again. Jongho chuckled along with you as he shook his head. "Ah, I wasn't expected him to start running at us."
You shook your head with a final laugh, "Me either."
You and Jongho continued to stroll down the path, and you were aware that he had not let go of your hand, and you wondered if he hadn't realized it.
As Jongho glanced over at you, he saw you looking down at your intertwined hands and smiled to himself. He was aware he was still holding your hand, and he had no intention of letting go.
Glancing up, your eyes met his and he smiled gently at you before squeezing your hand softly and continuing to pull you alongside him.
"Where should we go now?"
Your heart started to flutter as you realized he was doing it on purpose. Jongho, the one who often ran from skin-ship and touch, was purposefully holding your hand. You weren't sure what to think as your ears burned hot and butterflies filled your stomach.
Deciding you needed to know what he was thinking you tugged his hand a bit, making him look at you.
"Why are you still holding my hand?" You asked softly, shyly.
Jongho repressed a grin as he looked down at your hands and shrugged. "Because I want to?"
"But...why?"
He stopped and turned towards you smiling a little bigger and leaning forward to lock his eyes with yours. "Because I want to."
Before you could respond with a frustrated 'why?' once again Jongho grinned and tugged you towards him as he let go of your hand and wrapped his arms around you.
You let out a startled gasp as you froze in his arms, your heart pounding so heavily you were sure he could feel it too.
He spoke softly, "Is this better?"
"Wh-" You wanted to speak but you were so bewildered you were unsure of what to say or do.
Jongho could sense this, and deciding to put you out of your misery let out a soft sigh. "I like you, a lot. Much more than I realized before. So I want to hold your hand. And I want to hug you." He paused for a moment, his own heart beat betraying his nerves. "Is that okay?"
You thought for a moment on his words as you took in a shaky breath and nodded softly. "Yes, it's okay."
Jongho grinned as he slowly let you go and took a step back before smiling softly at you.
He couldn't resist poking your face as he chuckled, "You're cute when you are flustered."
Gently smacking his arm he laughed before grabbing your hand and intertwining his fingers with yours once again.
Pulling you along to walk beside him again, he couldn't get rid of the smile on his face, "Come on. Let's go on a date."
"A date?" You asked with a startled tone and Jongho looked back at you with soft wide eyes.
"What you don't want to?"
You closed your mouth before opening it again, your tone soft and shy. "No, I mean, yes, I do."
He grinned at you again and squeezed your hand, "Good, then let's go."
You watched his profile for a moment as you walked beside him, he had a soft smile on his face still as you slowly smiled alongside him. The sudden turn of events seemed to change the course of your life, and you were more than happy about it.
xx
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