Hello again! Currently since the wifi is down at my house, I've just been typing up these chapters back to back since I don't have anything else to do (or can do) right now. So, there's nothing new for me to say at the moment, other than I hope you're all still enjoying the story :3

I do not own MM!

"Saeran," Yoosung whined loudly, his head hanging upside down off the edge of my bed as he stared at me, sitting at my desk, "What am I supposed to wear for this costume party coming up?"

I shrugged slowly, checking the timer on my phone, standing up to leave the room to check on the cookies I was baking. Yoosung flipped over on the bed, waving his hand after me.

"Saeran! Can I look at your closet? I know you have some cool stuff! I dress really plain, so maybe there's something that could pass as a costume."

I smiled softly, shrugging, gesturing towards the closet.

"Knock yourself out."

I left the room, turning down the hall towards the kitchen. I turned the corner, stopping just before the oven. I pulled the oven mitts from the drawer, sliding them onto my hands as I opened the oven. just a crack to let the heat out. I opened it fully, reaching inside and pulling out the tray, setting it back on top of the stove, shutting the oven door, turning the heat off.

I looked over the cookies, a small twinge of pride flicking through me as I looked at how they were all evenly-sized and fluffy. Yoosung had helped me place them this time, and I felt warmth pool in my stomach at how much he was improving. He had insisted on helping me every time I baked now, and the difference was really beginning to show- though now, we avoided having play fights with the ingredients. It turns out egg and flour isn't the best to try and wash out of your hair.

I laughed to myself as I walked back to the bedroom, stepping inside the door, lifting my head slowly.

"Yoosung, the cookies are-" I froze as I finished looking up, my eyes falling upon Yoosung, who was standing in front of my closet, my breath hitching as I saw what he was wearing,"…done."

I blinked slowly as I registered the fact that Yoosung was wearing the clothes I had worn when I was in Mint Eye, the sweater hanging lazily off of his arms, the dark red singlet bold in contrast to his pale form.

"Yoosung, why are you- What-"

Yoosung blushed, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly.

"Well, you said I could look through your clothes, and I noticed that these were all on the same hanger, and it's completely different from how I dress, so I was curious how it would look…"

I nodded slowly, swallowing the thick ball that seemed to have formed in my throat. I couldn't take my eyes off of the curve of his shoulder that the sweater revealed as it hung off of his arms, the dip of his collarbones where the lacings of the singlet tied together.

Without thinking I slammed the door shut behind me, my eyes never leaving his form. He jumped a bit as the door shut, his eyes wide with surprise.

"S-Saeran?"

"Yoosung." I stepped towards him slowly, my body and mind moving of their own accord, my head hazy as I looked at him, equal parts perturbed seeing him in those close, and equal parts, for some unknown reason, very, very aroused.

"Saeran what-"

I ran my hands up his arms slowly, my eyes half lidded as I looked at him.

"You're just being unfair."

"I- Unfair?"

"Yes," I tilted his head up by his chin, holding it firmly between my fingers, smiling down at him, "Looking so good in that isn't fair."

Yoosung visibly swallowed, his eyes wide.

"D-do I?"

I slid my hands down over his waist, trailing slowly along his hips, before finally resting over his ass, squeezing hard. He squeaked as I pressed his chest against mine, a blush prominent on his cheeks.

"Yes, you do." I whispered softly against his ear, his body shuddering against mine, his hands shakily placed on my shoulders.

"W-Well, I'm glad you think that I'm-"

I bit his ear softly, cutting him halfway through his sentence, smiling wickedly before I spoke.

"I think you look delectable."

I pushed him down onto the bed, crawling over him, attaching my lips to his, my tongue running along his lower lip. He whimpered into my mouth, his hands resting softly on my shoulders as I slid my own into his hair. I pulled back slowly, just enough to look into his eyes, reality seeming to shoot back into place as I registered the fear in his eyes.

"…Shit." I shot back, stumbling backwards off of the bed, realization coming over me, "Shit, Yoosung- I'm so sorry, I just-"

"Saeran!" Yoosung cut me off, sitting up, moving towards me slowly, placing a hand on my wrist gently, a small smile on his face, "It's okay.. I liked it, I just… I wasn't prepared. You caught me off guard."

I smiled sheepishly, looking at the floor awkwardly, still feeling quite guilty about the fear I saw in his eyes. He placed a hand on my cheek, rubbing it softly, leaning in and placing a soft kiss on my lips. I sighed into the kiss, his tongue darting out to run along my lower lip, his breath hot against my mouth. He pulled back to lean his forehead against mine, a shy smile on his face.

"Maybe later you can um- taste me. Since I look so delectable, and all."

I laughed softly, wrapping my arms around his waist, kissing his nose.

"Cookies and dessert?"

He smacked my hand, his smile betraying him as he laughed, shaking his head. He grabbed my hand, pulling me behind him towards the kitchen.

"Let's worry about the cookies for now. Other things can wait til later."

That's all for Chapter 40 ~~ I dunno I've always had the thought in my head that Saeran would have a mixed reaction of arousal and confusion if he saw Yoosung in his mint eye outfit, and I wanted to add it in somehow~

~Pixil-8