Yo! I hope you've all been enjoying the cute official beginnings of the Yooran relationship~~ If I didn't have to do life, and stuff, I would just keep writing because I want to get this fic done so you all can enjoy it :3 I'm trying to update at least 2-3 times a day, so I hope that is good for all of you!
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I followed Yoosung up the stairs, the sounds of our steps echoing throughout the stairwell- He had asked me to come over to help him study, to which I quickly complied. I may have torn Saeyoung from a cuddle session with Jade, but when I told her why I had interrupted them, she shoved him towards me so he could drive me here, insisting he take me immediately.
Yoosung opened the door to his apartment, and I blinked a bit as I stepped inside- the lights were all off, the only glow in the room was emanating from candles that had been placed throughout the hall, kitchen, and bedroom. My mouth hung slack as I looked at him, his cheeks flushed, his hands held behind his back as he scuffed the ground with his foot.
"I wanted to take you on a date too, but, I don't have enough money to do that right now, so I thought I could make you a romantic supper here. It's already cooked, and everything- I'm sorry it isn't extravagant like what you did for me, but-"
I cut him off, kissing him on the cheek softly, pulling away just as fast, hanging my jacket on the coatrack. I walked towards the kitchen, looking back at him momentarily, smiling a bit as I saw that his hand was touching his cheek where my lips had touched it.
"Well, are we going to eat this romantic supper, or?"
Yoosung grinned as he walked over to me, seating me at the table, serving out the food he had made. We finished quickly, over small conversations, and the occasional foot rub- the first time his foot ran along my shin, I was sure that he could see the redness of my face even in the dim glow of candlelight. He continued to do it, the heat in my cheeks refusing to come down.
He cleared away the plates, wrapping his arms around my waist when he was done, placing a kiss between my collarbones.
"Do you want to watch a movie?"
I nodded, following him to his bedroom. We curled up on his bed comfortably, my back to the wall his body positioned perfectly in mine. As I ran my hands over his arms, I couldn't help but wonder if he was made for me, the way his back curved perfectly against my chest, his head nestling into my neck like clockwork.
Halfway through the movie, I felt his hand gently stroking my knee, running it slowly up and down my shin. I shivered, biting my lip at this motion, and I could almost see the curves of a mischievous smile forming on his mouth. He tilted his head up towards me, his eyes even more beautiful in the dim lighting. He flipped himself around, so his chest was pressed to mine, leaning up to press his lips onto my own. I sighed, parting my lips gently, his tongue snaking out to run along them, sliding into my mouth.
He gripped my shirt in his hands, pulling me against him hard, his tongue running along my teeth, and my body shuddered, my hands running down his back, squeezing hard at his waist. I caught his bottom lip between my teeth, nibbling at it softly, my resolve nearly snapping as he moaned in response.
I pulled back, hiding my face with my arm, my breathing heavy, my heart slamming against my ribcage. I felt him place a hand on my chest gently, and I let out a sigh, removing my arm from my head to rest over his hand, looking up at him apologetically.
"I... Need to stop."
He tilted his head, his hair falling into his eyes ever so sweetly.
"Why?"
I forced a smile onto my face- his innocence never failed to astound me.
"I just need to right now."
He nodded slowly, returning himself to his previous position, settling into my embrace comfortably. I felt my body heat calming down, the adrenaline in my mind coming to a slow stop as I forced myself to look only at the movie screen- afraid that If I caught his gaze again, I wouldn't be able to hold back.
Innocent Yoosung, oh, you sweet bean.
hohohohohoho.
~Pixil-8