A/N: Hi everyone! Thanks so much for joining me for part 2 of Driving Me Crazy! I didn't expect so many views on it so quickly, in all honesty. And I'm so glad you all like it. A special shout out to 3hinatits3, Alphenawolf and Emma-Skye for reviewing the first chapter! Thank you so much for your kind words, it really motivated me to make this chapter extra detailed and add a bit more body to the characters day to day lives, instead of making it a story of multiple smutty chapters - not that there won't be smutty chapters, but I wanted more of a story to this. Anyway, I hope you like it! Please review with your thoughts, I really appreciate any kind of feedback you can offer! See you next update! ~nofreakingway

Disclaimer: I do not own Yoosung, Seven, Jumin, Jaehee, Zen, V, Rika or the R.F.A. I do, however, own my MC, Yin, and my interpretation of all these characters. All scenarios in this story are based on my own imagination and are not associated with Mystic Messenger or the Cheritz Corporation.

~ 2 ~

Beep boop!

I groaned, rolling over sleepily after snoozing my alarm too many times. I groped blindly for my phone, peaking through one eye at my bright screen. 8am?! Who would text me at 8am?! Someone with a death wish, clearly. Ugh.

'Good morning, my beautiful angel. I hope you had wonderful dreams about me last night. I didn't need to dream. My reality feels better than my dreams because I get to see you and hold you in my arms for real. Have a fantastic day! I love you. Xxx ❤'

The giddy, girlish grin that spread across my lips was uncontrollably bright and wide. I couldn't help it! He was just the sweetest thing! So cringe, but so adorable. Noticing the time, I typed a quick reply before hopping into the shower.

'Good morning, my handsome prince. What did I ever do to deserve someone as amazing as you? You know just what to say to make me start my day with the biggest smile! I can't wait to see you later! I miss you already. I love you too. Xxx ❤'

I was definitely going to be late for class, but, really, who could blame me? 9am is an ungodly hour for someone to be expected to function. I mean, seriously, I was supposed to be learning things that early? Even 10am is pushing it a bit..

I laughed to myself as I considered what I would have said to anyone else texting me so early in the morning. It would have contained much more colourful language, and much more abuse, that's for sure.

Jeans, trainers and hoodie on, I grabbed my bag and ran out the door, locking up behind me and pulling my hair into a loose ponytail on my way down the stairs of my apartment building. No time to wait for the lift.

If I run, I might just make it!

Panting, I slid into the lecture hall and into a seat right as the bell chimed. Man, I'm good!

"Smooth. You had a whole 3 seconds to spare this time!" teased Mana, my partner in crime and ultimate best friend.

"Shut up." I grumbled, gasping to catch my breath, my head resting on my desk, sweat pooling on my forehead and making a very unattractive little patch on the varnished wood supporting me.

I hate running. I avoid it at all costs. Just like mornings. Nothing good ever follows those two combined - especially when I've not had my morning coffee.

"Up late with Yoosung again?" she continued to tease in her singsong voice, slightly quieter as the lecture began. She smirked as what little of my face she could see turned tomato red; she knew she'd hit the nail on the head - not that it was hard to guess. "Oh! Have you finally hit a home run and popped that cherry of yours?" she nudged me with her elbow and I grumbled something incoherent into the wood. I couldn't be more crimson if I tried.

"Hm? What was that? Was that a 'he was amazing and super sexy and I'm going to be having all the sex all the time now?'" she continued to tease, humour glinting in her dark eyes.

"Shut up!" I hissed, pulling out my notebook and pen and sitting up, preparing to take notes and desperately ignoring my red face.

"OH! You actually did!" she whisper cheered with a bright grin.

"No, we didn't." I corrected quietly, trying not to sound disappointed.

"Oh." Mana made a show of her disappointment by sighing exasperatedly. "Man, you're such a prude."

Correction, now my face couldn't have flushed any more crimson! My eyes widened as I inhaled sharply.

"I am not!" I hissed, frowning at my hands as they shook slightly. It was too early in the day for this kind of talk!

"Hey, I was just messing." Mana apologised, placing a comforting hand over my own.

I shot her an annoyed look before grabbing my pencil and turning away. We were silent for a while as we began to actually pay attention.

I wanted to do well, so I was trying so much harder these days. I think Mana had noticed, and she knew it was because of Yoosung - no matter how much I tried to deny it.

Yoosung was smart. Like, really smart. A lot smarter than he let on during our conversations. As soon as he started trying, even the tiniest bit, his GPA shot up like a rocket and he was at the top of his class again.

I wanted him to think I was smart too.

I had no chance of being at the top of the class, but that didn't mean I couldn't try.

Yoosung was pursuing his dream through veterinary science, honouring Rika's memory through his work; while I was pursuing a dream we seemed to share: game development.

"You study games? Ah, it's like God sent me an angel made from my dreams!" Yoosung had cooed when I'd told him. Of course, I was used to guys reacting well when I'd mention my major, but no one had ever made me feel quite as flattered as Yoosung did.

I didn't even do the CGI things, though that would be cool (he's seemed disappointed about that). I wasn't creative enough for that.

I preferred studying logic and artificial intelligence. So, I was learning to program games with in-depth computer code ("Oh, I bet you and Seven have loads to talk about when it comes to computers then. But I don't want you to talk to him more than you talk to me, ok?"). Currently, our lecturer was explaining the logic of a pagoda game, which we were going to be simulating as part of a fully user-interactive decision-making scenario.

"Sooooo, third base?" Mana mumbled casually, already growing bored of watching the little pegs moving around the holes in the board. The project had already been explained. We were basically waiting to be dismissed.

I'd managed to get through 23 minutes and 17 seconds of peace. I'd say that's almost a new record!

"No." I hissed back rather curtly, trying to force away the blush that rose as I thought about what Yoosung and I had done last night. Really, we hadn't done much at all...

"Second?"

"Stop talking."

"Seriously, you're still at First Base?! It's been a month!" Mana hissed, making me roll my eyes. "What're you, 12?"

"Shut up."

I sighed quietly to myself. Thinking about it, all we really did was make out. That's still First Base, by all accounts. What did the bases even mean anyway? I swear different people said they meant different things.. There should be a more accurate scale than just 4 points of contact. I mean, where does hand holding and cheek kissing fall, if heavily making out is still considered First Base? But, we'd been making out for a while.. So, does that mean our relationship wasn't progressing?

But, this time, it just felt so different. There was this different energy between us, and a different feel to the way he touched me.

And it was a nice different.

"I like how we're going." I concluded, sipping at my usual latte after class. We'd somehow managed to get through it without any major incidents - meaning I ignored Mana for the rest of the class.

And now, we sat in Cafe Star, the on-campus cafe, discussing Yoosung (against my will).

"Don't get me wrong, he's an amazing guy." Mana nodded wisely, sipping her hot chocolate. "I mean, he was super sweet and funny when we went to the college Halloween party. He really took care of you." Mana giggled as I flushed once more at the memory. "But," Mana continued, snapping me back to reality, away from my internal monologue. "I think you guys need to have a talk about what's ok and what's not and where you want to go with the relationship, physically."

I blinked. Since when did Mana give good advice?

"Eh?"

"Or," She squealed suddenly, eyes sparkling with excitement. "You could see how far you can push his buttons!"

Ah, there we go.

I rolled my eyes, "Don't be ridiculous. I actually want to keep him around, you know, not scare him away."

"No, seriously! I think it'd be a great way to see what you're both ok with! Get some sexy lingerie and surprise him at his place!" Her excitement wasn't fading as she began to imagine our romantic and sensual evening together.

I tried to picture it myself and soon, another sigh slipped past my lips. No matter how I pictured it, Yoosung running away to calm down seemed to conclude each potentially romantic scenario.

"I don't think that would work." I mumbled, trying to hide my disappointment behind my drink. It was so refreshing on these cold November mornings. Especially when I still felt half asleep. I'm a total night owl, so it's just my luck that I'd couple up with an early bird. Actually, both Mana and Yoosung are early birds, aren't they? How did that happen?

"Why not?" Mana pouted, clearly upset with my reluctance.

"Because." I avoided, stubbornly.

"Because what?" Mana frowned at me, her face scrunching in fury.

"Because.." I tried to delay answering. This felt like it was becoming too personal. I'm not exactly going to tell people in detail about our physical relationship. Plus, Mana doesn't know that both, Yoosung and I, are virgins. Mana has known me far too long, so knows about my experience with men (or, lack thereof).

But, as far as she is concerned, Yoosung is a normal, attractive, hormonal 20-year-old not-virgin male. It's not my place to tell her otherwise.

After all, like myself, she just finds his innocent and sweet nature extremely charming.

"Because, I wouldn't know what to wear! I don't know what he likes!" I blurted an excuse, panicking under her scrutinising gaze.

He expression changed immediately, and there was a sneaky grin with a menacing spark in her eyes.

I gulped.

I regret my excuse.

I regret it 100%.

"Well, why didn't you say so in the first place!" she cried, grabbing my wrist and tugging me out of the cafe before I could even blink. "This is a right of passage!"

"W-what?" I stuttered, completely lost and immediately uncomfortable in the sudden change of temperature.

"We're going shopping!" she squealed excitedly.

I didn't even try to hide my groan of despair. What have I done?

"Can't we just go back to the cafe? We still have over an hour before the next class.. We could get more coffee and probably some cake too.."

"I'll help you buy your first set of sexy lingerie. I mean, he's a guy, right? So, there's generally a standard kindof style that most guys like! And then, once you get to know each other better and you know what he likes, you can experiment a bit more!"

She was ignoring my resistance.

Was this payback? Is that how this worked now?

"Is this because I ignored you in the lecture?" I whined, panting slightly as we stopped outside the most terrifying store of them all. My eyes must've looked ready to pop out of their sockets.

I was staring at the pink cursive writing of the store: La Vie Coquine.

I gulped.

Even their window display looked somewhat terrifying. Very lacy and revealing and.. was that a riding crop?

"Uhh.."

"Let's go!"

"EEP!" I squealed as Mana pulled me inside, with an almost evil gleam in her eye.

The inside of the store was even more terrifying. There was lacy lingerie everywhere. I swear I even saw a section at the back with what looked like chains and lots of leather, under a black, sparkly sign that read: esclavage.

My face flushed a brilliant tomato red and I looked down. Even the floor was sparkly and patterned!

I narrowed my eyes at Mana as I heard her giggling. She was enjoying my discomfort far too much..

"Hello, ladies! Welcome to La Vie Coquine. Is there anything I can help you with today?" smiled an unusually cheerful and pretty woman. Her blonde hair was tied back in a tight bun, not a single hair out of place or shining on her black uniform. Her green eyes shone happily, eyeing Mana more than myself. Clearly picking up on my discomfort and incorrectly assuming we were here to purchase items for Mana.

"Oh, my friend here is ready to take the next step with her boyfriend!" Mana grinned, nudging me slightly.

My eyes widened and I gulped nervously as the woman turned her eyes onto me. They seemed kinder all of a sudden, as though she was trying to put me at ease without saying a word.

It wasn't working.

"I see." She smiled. "First time?" At least her tone was polite. She seemed genuinely interested, rather than judgemental.

"Yup! And he's a cutie too!" giggled Mana.

"Shut up." I grumbled, fidgeting with my fingers.

"I see." She smiled. I noticed her badge read Amelia.

"Well," Amelia continued, glancing around the store, "do you know what kind of style you're looking for in particular? We have some more discreet items over here, if you're nervous about using our usual items." she said, leading us to one side. "They might make you feel a bit more at ease for your first time. Unless you're feeling particularly adventurous?"

"N-no thanks." I stuttered nervously, as we followed diligently.

I was so relieved when I saw the options. They weren't too lacy, or garish. They seemed ok!

I stepped closer, grabbing one particularly nice deep purple one, with a black lace trim and straps. The colour reminded me of his eyes when he was kissing me last night.. I wonder how it would feel when he would finally rip off my clothes and-

"Oh, they're so boring!" Mana pouted, snapping me out of my reverie before I could get too carried away with my thoughts.

"I like them." I mumbled, distracted by the items and looking at the other styles curiously. There were some more with ribbons tied to the lace, some with polka dots, some with sparkles and gems sewn in too. I kept hold of the purple and black one though..

"Well, I have some other items that you might like better." Amelia prompted, leading Mana to one side. I glanced back at them just in time to catch Amelia turning and sending a cheeky, knowing wink my way.

I couldn't help myself and I grinned in response. She was clearly good at her job and immediately made me feel much more comfortable.

All I had to do was really ignore the shelf of various dildos,m vibrators and lubricants next to the bras I was interested in.

"Find any you like?" Amelia prompted, appearing by my side after a little while. She'd kindly just left me to look around at my own leisure, which made the whole process much easier.

"I think so." I mumbled shyly, giving the purple set in my hands a bit of a shake; drawing her attention to it. She smiled kindly at me, her eyes shining.

"Yes, that's a very popular set. Quite elegant. Would you like to try them on?"

"Uh, I can do that?" I mumbled, suddenly unsure of myself again.

"Well, you can try on the bra." she nodded, "But, for hygiene and reselling purposes, you can't try the matching thong. It's also a non-refundable item." she explained patiently.

"There's a thong?" I squeaked, "I thought I'd grabbed the pair with the briefs? Thongs look so uncomfortable.."

Should I admit that I usually wear girl-boxers?

"Oh." Amelia checked the set that I was holding and nodded, "Yes, my apologies. That is the correct matching set of lace briefs. I always feel the lace lining of the briefs are more attractive than a thong anyway." she grinned, and I thought my face couldn't get any redder.. Was.. Was she flirting with me? Am I reading too much into this? "But, again, the same rules apply. You can try on the bra, but not the briefs."

I nodded with a gulp and followed her to the changing rooms in the back of the store.

"Yin!" Mana cheered, opening the door of the changing room beside mine and making me jump.

"Oh for God's sake Mana!" I grumbled, covering my eyes with my free hand.

"Doesn't this one make my boobs look great? They look so perky and watch!" she cried, jumping around a bit, "No accidents happening in this baby! I think I might get this one!" She grinned, ignoring my uncomfortable state and tottering back into her changing room.

"... Is she always like that?" Amelia asked me quietly, a polite curiosity in her tone.

"You have no idea." I sighed, stepping in and locking the door securely behind me.

I stripped nervously, almost certain that Mana would find some way of breaking in and catching me half-naked.

I eyed my reflection as I clipped the bra on and set it in place.

It was comfortable. No hardness from the underwire digging in anywhere. No unnecessary padding squashing me, while the shape of the cup seemed to accentuate my normally modest size. The silk of the straps felt smooth and kind on my skin.. And, the more I admired the bra, the more attractive I began to feel in it.

I felt confidence growing in the pit of my belly. I was feeling powerful and sexy! I tried playing with my hair, turning left and right and making different expressions, just to see what it might look like if... when Yoosung eventually sees me like this.

I nodded to my reflection, a bright grin finally appearing on my face.

That settled it. I had to buy it.

"See, that wasn't so bad now, was it! And they're even sensitive to the shoppers and give you discreet bags!" Mana teased, giving her own bag of underwear a bit of a shake.

"Yeah, and now I won't be able to eat for a month." I grumbled, thinking about the ₩60,000 I'd never see again (£42 or $53).

"Hey, nobody said sexy was cheap!"

BZZZZZZZ. BZZZZZ. BZZZZZ. BZZZZZ.

I pulled my phone from my pocket, rolling my eyes at Mana while pressing the green call button. "Yeah, well, I don't even know when I'm going to end up using it." I answered her before putting my phone to my ear. "Hello?"

"Using what?"

My eyes widened and my breath hitched. "Y-Yoosung! Hey, darling! Uh, w-what? Using? Huh? Whaaaat?" I stuttered, trying to cover my statement.

"Haha hey baby. How's your day going? I had a break so I thought I'd give you a call and see what you're up to."

"Oh, going good. Almost late again, you know, overslept and stuff. And just hanging out with Mana now too." I laughed nervously, trying to smoothly distract him from my prior statement.

"Oh, tell her I say hi!"

"Yoosung says hi." I mumbled to Mana, pulling the phone away from my ear.

"HEEEEEYYYY YOOSUUUUUNG!" Mana called loudly and cheerfully. I could hear Yoosung laughing at her response. "YOU'LL NEVER GUESS WHAT YIN BOUGHT FOR YOU- AHHH! HELP! ABUSE!"

"What? Did you get me a gift? Did I forget something? Is it our monthaversary or something? Are we supposed to exchange gifts for those too? Is that a thing? Oh my God, I must be the worst boyfriend ever for not remembering!"

"NO! No no no no! Don't worry about Mana. She's being stupid! EHEH HEH HEH. It's not our monthaversary.. I'm pretty sure that's not a thing anyway.." I laughed nervously and very unconvincingly after I was done murdering Mana and her big mouth.

"Oh, so you didn't get me a gift?"

"NOPE! EHEH HEH HEH. Why would I need to do something like that? EHEH HEH HEH."

And the award for 'Worst Liar Ever' goes to..

"Oh.. You know that's your lying voice, right? So you did get me something. If it's not our monthaversary, I guess you must've just felt like getting me something. You're so cute. I should get you a gift too! I'm going to go shopping right now. I have to go get some lunch anyway."

"No, no, Yoosi, you don't need to get me anything!" I tried to deter, using my pet name for him, which always caught his attention.

"Hehe. I love it when you call me that." he whispered, making me smile, despite my slight panic. "Don't worry. I want to get you something. I'm still cooking dinner for you tonight, right? So we'll just exchange gifts when I see you later!"

"B-but-"

"Oh, I better go. I've just seen the time and I don't want to be late for class. Especially if I'm going to go into town first too. My break isn't very long." he sighed, "I'll see you later, love. Muah!"

"I love you too." I answered with a sigh, hearing him giggle happily before hanging up.

I pocketed my phone before slowly turning my head towards Mana, my expression set in a dark, hard stare.

It did nothing to deter her bright, shining grin.

"Somebody's gettin' laid tonight!" she teased.

...

"OW! ABUSE! HELP!"

So..

All I have to do is raise my fist and hit the door gently, three times.

Then Yoosung will appear.

I stood outside his apartment, staring at his wooden door. Unnecessarily analysing the process of knocking. It was just Yoosung. Why was I so nervous?

Oh, probably because I was wearing my new lingerie because Mana had dropped the bomb about me getting something for Yoosung.

I was also late because Mana had decided that jeans and a hoodie was not appropriate date outfit. And so, she'd dragged me home and whined at my lack of skirts and dresses.

"IT'S NOVEMBER! I'M GOING TO FREEZE!" I had to remind her.

So, here I stood, in a nicer pair of black skinny jeans, and my nice baggy blue jumper. I'd tried putting on a bit of eyeliner too, just to see if maybe that would add to the appeal? I don't know. I'm really bad with makeup. I'd brushed out my hair too, so now it flowed down my back smoothly.

I sighed, squeezing my eyes shut and raising my fist.

Now or never I guess.

Click.

Knock- "Oh, Yin! You- ACK!" knock knock..

"EEP! Shit! Sorry!" I squealed, opening my eyes and quickly withdrawing my fist from his face. I stepped forward and took his face in my hands, analysing it for any damage from my nervous knocking. Though I knew there would be none, I still couldn't help myself. "Are you ok? I didn't notice you'd opened the door!"

Yoosung just chuckled at my antics, his eyes shining with affection and appreciation for my concern. "I'm fine." he gently grasped my wrists, stopping me from moving his head around to check his face for any damage. He kissed my forehead gently and laced his fingers with my own, guiding me inside. His eyes held such an adorably loving look that I felt I was almost drowning in his affections.

"I just thought I'd heard something so I opened when you knocked. My fault, really." he laughed, letting go of my hands when we entered the kitchen.

I automatically sniffed the air happily. My stomach rumbled loudly and my mouth watered at the smell of his delicious cooking.

"What're we having tonight?" I grinned, walking over to him and wrapping my arms around his waist from behind, peaking under his arm at the steaming pot of deliciousness.

He chuckled at my antics, raising his arm to accommodate me. "I wanted to try something new, so I'm making braised beef, but, you know, Chinese style.."

I grinned up at him. "This wouldn't have anything to do with me saying I like Chinese food that time you called me, would it?"

A small blush started to colour his cheeks adorably, and he cleared his throat nervously. "W-well, I did promise I'd cook for you sometime. And I've been practising to make sure it's ok and stuff. So, you know-"

I kissed his cheek, cutting off his nervous stuttering. My grin only widened at his surprised, but happy expression.

"Thank you, Yoosi." I cooed, using his pet name and making him grin bashfully again. "If it tastes as good as it smells, I'm sure it'll be amazing!"

And, no surprise there, it was absolutely delicious. How did Yoosung have the time to be at the top of his class, volunteer with the RFA, spend time with me and have these perfect cooking skills?! Sometimes, I felt so inadequate by comparison.

I was only just in the top 5 of my class, after actually ducking down and trying harder for Yoosung. I could cook a reasonable amount, but nothing as delicious as this. My recipes were usually very simple and boring.. And I'd been struggling to keep on top of the communications for the RFA. Sure, responding to emails was fine. But I felt as though I should've been bringing more guests to the parties. And I really wasn't. I didn't socialise or involve myself with enough clubs to feel any of the people I knew were worth inviting.

"How're you so talented?" I sighed happily, rubbing my full belly and playfully pouting at Yoosung.

"And then- Wh- Huh?" His cheeks flushed with embarrassment from my compliment. I hadn't realised that I'd been cutting him off halfway through a story about his day at the office with Jumin and Jaehee.

"Ahem. Sorry. Nevermind." I flushed, scratching the back of my head and laughing awkwardly.

"Where did that come from? Oh, you were teasing me because I was telling you how I broke the coffee machine in Jumin's office. I get it." he laughed, still mildly embarrassed.

I shook my head, unable to hide my adoring smile. "No." I giggled, "Though, that is quite a talent. I can't imagine Jumin or Jaehee were too happy about that."

I took his hand across the table, smiling at him as I laced our fingers together. "I was actually just thinking about how much you do for me. And how little I do for you.." I couldn't help it as my eyes flicked to his damaged left one, before I continued speaking and looking into his beautiful right eye. "I'm so lucky to have you, Yoosung." I smiled gently and lovingly at him.

His expression changed to one filled with adoration and love, while his embarrassed blush faded. He let go of my hand and got up from his seat, stepping around the table between us, and kneeling in front of me. Gently, he placed his hands on either side of my head and connected our lips without any hesitation. I sighed happily into the kiss, feeling his love and affection pouring through and filling me. Making me whole.

He then pulled away gently, leaning his forehead against my own and smiling at me sweetly. "I love you." he whispered to me, making me smile. "And I'm the lucky one to have you in my life." he murmured sweetly again, pressing his lips to mine briefly. "I was so lost and alone before you joined the RFA." He took both my hands in his own, kissing them sweetly before looking back up at me, his eye shining with adoration. "You saved me, Yin." He sighed happily, closing his eyes and brushing his nose along mine. "I don't know where I'd be without you."

I sighed happily, kissing him again, deeply and lovingly over his words. He made my heart flutter like a hummingbird, with just a few, simple words.

He pulled his lips away from mine gently, smiling at me again sweetly. I saw a blush rising to his cheeks and he cleared his throat. I quirked an eyebrow questioningly. He wasn't going to ruin the moment now, was he?

"Uh, Yin. Ahem. I- I was just wondering if- if I could give you your present now?"

Yup, ruined.

"Uh.."

The moment is gone.

"Y-Yin?"

The loving and affectionate atmosphere he'd just created? POOF. Gone.

"Uhhh.."

I was back to square one, a bundle of awkward nerves.

If he wanted to give me my present, then means that I'd need to give him his present.. And I wasn't sure either of us was ready for his present..

"Are you ok?" he suddenly became very concerned at my lack of response.

"AHEM." I cleared my throat nervously. Well, I guess I won't know what happens unless I try. "Sure. I mean, uhh, d-do you want to go first?"

He smiled gently at me, though I could tell he seemed quite nervous too. What was his present, if he was so nervous?

"Well, uh, I was wondering if you wanted to go first?" he tried to delay, swallowing slightly and glancing around the room. A habit I knew he had when he was trying to build up his courage.

"Nope."

He seemed surprised by my sudden response. Did I answer too quickly?

"Y- Oh. Uh. Are you s-"

"Yup. You go first."

"Uh, ok. Uhm." he scratched the back of his head, getting to his feet. "Uh, wait here." he released a determined breath before walking towards his bedroom. I watching him go in curiously, hearing him shuffling about and... talking? Who was he talking to?

"Come on. Come on." he seemed to be cooing quite affectionately.

I pursed my lips, growing too curious for my own good. I got to my feet and quietly stepped towards the door, peering inside. I'd never been in his room before, and it felt almost like I was crossing some new bridge by daring to even go so close to it.

I could see him on all fours, his cute butt sticking up as he kept reaching under his bed. "Come on." he cooed again sweetly.

"Yoosung?" I asked quietly, knocking gently on the door.

"AH!" he jumped, clearly knocking his head on the underside of his bed.

Something streaked past my feet and out of his room, seeking refuge under the sofa instead.

Yoosung groaned slightly, crawling out from under the sofa and kneeling back on his feet, rubbing the top of his head with a bashful grin.

"Was.. Was that.. a kitten?" I squeaked, my eyes wide with surprise as I carefully stepped closer to the sofa. I knelt on my hands and knees, peaking under the sofa and, indeed, a pair of large, dark, terrified eyes stared back. "OOOOOH! SO CUTE!" I cooed happily.

"I'm glad you like her." Yoosung smiled, kneeling next to me and helping me coax her out. "But she's been quite scared since I brought her home. I don't think she likes me." he pouted. He tried to reach an arm under the sofa, and the kitten made a swipe for him with her claws.

Yoosung jumped, pulling his hand away before he let out a determined breath through his nose. He reached under the sofa again and, again, the kitten swiped at his hand. I saw him bite his lip as the scratch made contact, but he continued to reach behind the kitten. As a last resort, in panic, the kitten rolled onto it's back and bit him.

"HEY!" Yoosung scolded, grabbing the kitty, gently but firmly, under it's belly. It continued to scratch and bite at him, attempting to get free while being dragged out of it's refuge against its will. "That hurts, you little monster." he grumbled, holding the kitten up and grasping gently at the scruff of its neck with his other hand.

Immediately, the kitten stopped moving. Hanging in his grip and eyeing its new master venomously.

"No." he said firmly, "You don't scratch or bite." he scolded. I'd never seen him use a forceful tone before. Is it weird that I found it kindof attractive?

He tried to gently release the kitten into his other hand, and she immediately tried to scratch and bite him again.

So, again, he grabbed her by the scruff of her neck and scolded her.

This small tug of war continued for a further three tries, before the kitten seemed to finally become subdued enough to be held without attacking him.

Yoosung sighed in relief. "Good." he cooed gently, stroking her back and petting her head.

"That was adorable." I giggled, while Yoosung flushed slightly. He smiled bashfully.

"She'll get better." he assured, "It's just the sudden change of environment and smells and everything. She's still quite young, so she won't be good at adapting either."

"How old is she?" I cooed, reaching over to stroke her beautiful black and white fur.

"I'd say about 9 or 10 weeks. She couldn't have been more than 5 weeks when Jumin found her. She was tiny." he smiled, and that's when it clicked.

"Wait, this is the kitten Jumin found in his garden?"

"Yup!" he grinned at me brightly. "And, if you'll have her, she can be ours now. Jumin's named her already though, and she already responds to it." he grumbled the last part slightly bitterly.

"Oh, Yoosi! That's the best gift ever!" I cheered happily, hugging him carefully so I didn't scare our new kitten. "I love her! What's her name?"

"Lisa." Yoosung sighed, but he was smiling, so he must've been happy. "I'm so glad you like her! I remember you were saying how much you love kittens, and that you like pets too. And Jumin didn't really want to keep her, but he didn't want to give her to just anyone. He loves cats too much." he grinned, chattering away happily while I poured my affections into Lisa.

"Yin?"

Such a mature and boring name for a kitten. But, oh well.

I'll just have to get another kitten later on, then name that one whatever I want!

"Yiiiin?"

"Hm? Oh, sorry. I was distracted by the kitty." I laughed, embarrassed by my small attention span.

Yoosung just laughed with me. "It's a good job you're cute." he teased, smiling.

"So, what were you saying?" I grinned, finally taking my eyes off our new kitten and looking at Yoosung's adoring, violet ones.

"I was asking if I can have my present now?" he smiled.

"Uhhhhh..."