I couldn't resist.

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Warning: AHOGE-STROKING AND MUCH FLUFFYNESS AHEAD.

Have a box of tissues nearby.

"Hey, Yong Soo," asked Alfred as they were playing video games. "what's that curl on your forehead?"

"Mmm?" said Yong Soo, shifting as he tried to get into a more comfortable position. He'd changed into a pair of skinny jeans and a black T-shirt seeing as it would be weird walking around America in his traditional hanbok. "Oh, my curl?"

"Yep."

He grinned and pointed. "It's the Soul of Korea."

"The what of who?" Alfred said, pushing buttons furiously. His bomber jacket lay across the arm of the couch, and Alfred used it as a cushion. "I didn't hear you."

"The Soul of Korea," said Yong Soo absently. "OH! NO SCOPE, DA-ZE!"

Alfred rolled his eyes. Then, he grinned. "So… is it like Felicianno's?"

Yong Soo blinked and paused the game. "Eh? What do you mean?"

Alfred darted forward and pressed up close to Yong Soo, who spluttered in embarrassment. "What are you d—ah!" his face flushed when he realized Alfred had grabbed his curl. "Wha-what are you…?"

Alfred smirked and stroked the ahoge slowly. Yong Soo bit his lip, and put his hands on Alfred's chest, vainly trying to push him away. "Ah… ah… n-no…" Alfred stroked it again, even slower. "… s… stop it…"

"Stop what?" said Alfred innocently. He leaned down, lips hovering over Yong Soo's trembling ones. "Stop what, Yong Soo?" he whispered, capturing Yong Soo's lips with his own. Yong Soo gasped as he felt a tongue worm its way inside his mouth and wrestle with his own. His eyes scrunched closed as he felt his curl being stroked faster. "Mmm…!"

A hand slid its way inside his shirt, trailing over his side. Yong Soo grabbed it and tried to pull it off of him, but Alfred was stronger, removing his hand and grabbing his wrist, pinning it next to his head. Alfred pulled away from Yong Soo, a thin trail of saliva connecting them for a moment before snapping. Yong Soo's face was flushed, and his eyes at half-mast.

Alfred let go of the dazed Korean and went back to his original seat, picking up his controller as he went. He sat back and yawned, looking at Yong Soo through the corner of his eyes.

"So I take it you liked it?" he said, smirking.

Yong Soo snapped out of the haze he was in and glared and Alfred, pouting. "Wh-what was th-that?"

Alfred darted forward again and brought his face close to Yong Soo's again. "Would you like me to demonstrate again?"

Yong Soo gaped for a moment before sticking out his tongue and shoving him away.

Laughing, Alfred let himself be pushed back to his seat saying, "Don't stick that tongue out if you're not going to use it.

Yong Soo smacked him promptly.

Short, sweet, and to the point.

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