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I hope everyone continues to enjoy this Yooran fic with me! I'm having a ton of fun writing it.

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I stared at the package of sweets that was being dangled in my face by a bright-eyed Yoosung, a grin as wide as could be plastered on his face.

"What is this for?"

"For you! I aced my tests, thanks to your tutoring! I wanted to thank you!"

I smiled a bit, taking the package, holding it gently in my hands- I didn't expect him to feel the need to thank me for helping him. Spending time with him was thanks enough.

"I didn't get you anything."

"Of course not, silly," He giggled, waving his hand in his face, "This is a thank you! I'll have top TOEIC scores in no time because of you!"

I felt a glint of pride dance throughout me at his words. I laughed softly, putting the package in my sweater pocket.

"Well, how about we go and actually celebrate? There's a movie I've been wanting to see. Want to come with me? I'll buy you popcorn."

Yoosung bounced on his heels, nodding fervently before frowning a bit.

"You don't have to buy my popcorn though, like I said, I wanted to than-"

I cut him off, ruffling his hair, laughing as he giggled at the action.

"And I want to thank you for being a good student. Now come on, let's go. No complaining."

We arrived at the theatre, opting to sit in the very back corner. I didn't like the idea of having to end up with anyone else sitting next to me, or behind me, and Yoosung didn't argue my logic, which I appreciated. I smiled as he shovelled handfuls of popcorn into his mouth, completely unsurprised that this was how he ate it.

He looked at me, pointing the bag my way, and I shook my head, fighting back a laugh at the shine of butter all over his mouth and cheeks. He shrugged, continuing his attack on the food, his gaze returning to the movie playing before us.

I shifted slightly, crossing my legs. I went to go lean on the armrest beside me, but promptly moved my arm back onto my lap as I felt it brush against Yoosung's elbow. I continued to stare at the screen, hoping he hadn't noticed. He had thankfully forgotten the debacle with him drunkenly attempting to crawl all over me at his house, but I definitely had not forgotten.

I ran a hand through my hair, attempting to get my breathing to level out, willing my face to cool down.

The movie flashed by, seemingly over in an instant. I offered to walk Yoosung to his apartment, since it was only a 20 minute walk from here. I nodded as we arrived, turning to leave, but was stopped by his voice calling my name.

"Saeran!"

I turned back, blinking at him slowly as he played with his hands, staring at them, a slight flush to his cheeks. He looked up at me sheepishly, like he was nervous.

"Can... Can I hug you?"

I nodded automatically, blushing at my own reaction, which went unnoticed by him as he slipped his arms around my waist, pulling my body against his chest. I lowered my arms to his shoulders, fighting the urge to squeeze him tightly, opting to lean my head against his gently, my eyes closing in delight as I took in his scent.

The hug felt like it lasted forever, and was over in an instant, all at once as he pulled away from my embrace. I rubbed my neck a bit, staring at my feet.

"Why.. Do you like hugging me so much?"

I looked up, catching his smile curve onto his lips, playing with his hair softly between his fingers, his cheeks a dazzling pink as he looked at me.

"You.. Make me feel nice."

My heart began to pound as I felt heat crawl all over my neck, face, and hands, swallowing hard, fighting back the urge to hug him all over again.

"Uh, I.. Well... I'll see you later."

I didn't wait to hear his response as I ran away, my face probably as red as my hair, my heart slamming into my ribcage as though it were about to burst. I kept running, somehow finding my way back to the bunker, leaning against the door heavily, my breathing ragged as I slid down against it, burying my face into my knees, my body still burning.

This boy is going to kill me someday.

Hooray for cute movie arm brushings ~~

~Pixil-8