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BODYSLAMS SOOBIN DOWN AND LOCKS THE DOOR?? ? ?

rubs eyes. plops down.

he almost shrinks into himself as you come in close, towel feeling warm on his chilled skin. reaching out to gently rest his hands on your waist, he allows himself to inch closer to you, noses just barely grazing each other as he breathes out his words. you can be in my arms on your bed, soobin ,, c'mon, i don't want you to get sick. tugging you by the hoodie, he steps towards the bed before allowing himself to fall back onto the mattress, pulling you on top of him.

huh? nah, i don’t want to.
ah– despite him slowly sobering up, a fair amount of alcohol still cruised through his system; enough to successfully maintain the eye-contact without feeling that all too familiar urge to run away. bold as ever, he strides over to you with a mirthful smile, head canted to the side as he drops his towel on your head.
. . . i want to be in your arms, yeonjun. hold me, please?

he stumbles into your room, the large heat pad in his arms as he struggles to drag it in, hair still fairly damp and body still free of a shirt. he'd probably catch a cold but that was a problem for tomorrow's yeonjun. right now, you were the only thing on his mind and he could care less about anything else. raising his brow at the familiar hoodie, he kept quiet, not wanting you to hide behind your shyness again and simply managed to drop the heat pad onto your bed with a grunt. get in bed, idiot -

he rises to his feet with great difficulty, clutching to the edge for support to not fall and break his neck; slowly trudging over to the sink to stare at the moist pile of your clothes. lifting them up to his nose, he could still smell the faint remnants of your scent and he sighs in defeat.
. . .
water droplets glid down his hair and dotted the carpet as he walks back to his own room. with little effort, he finds a hoodie, one that used to belong to you, and slips into it before making his way back to you. the water must have been effective; the hazy cloud veiling his rationality was gradually disappearing– leaving him to deal with the consequences of his own actions. what a damn mess.

he comes back with a handful of towels, stepping back into the tub to wrap one around your shoulders before grabbing a second one to dry your hair with, forgetting about himself for a moment. stupid ,, next time, you better not drink this much. he grumbles but his eyes still carry a look of fondness, gently patting away the water on your face. standing up once more, he steps out of the tub and peels off his shirt, dropping the soaked clothing into the sink. take your clothes off and dry off properly ,, i'm gonna go get the heated mattress out for you ,,

someone must have turned off the heater, he thinks as the cool temerature assaults his dampened skin. sighing, he wraps his arms around his knees, goosebumps littering his whole body. it doesn’t matter though; yeonjun’s there, has always been there, always giving warmth and affection whenever he asked for it— it wouldn’t be any different this time. a soft, contented smile stretches across his lips and he closes his eyes. truly, what pure bliss it is to have yeonjun by his side.
,,, , hyung, come back soon. i’m cold.

it's painfully obvious the way his eyes lower to stare at your body, silently thanking the water for leaving you in such a beautiful state. he's so caught up in it that he finds himself stammering, the faint scent of strawberry driving him insane. yeah - um - yeah, we should ,, we should dry off now. running his hand through his damp hair, needing to take a breath to control himself, he stands up to let the excess water fall from his shirt before leaning over the sink to grab a couple towels.

c’mon, hyung. how long do i have to stay here? i am bored. drops the shower head and defiantly turns off the water; clothes sticking to his body like a second skin and hair damp, he reaches for your shirt and tugs on it, deliberately sticking his lower lip out to coax you into letting him out; the faint taste of strawberry chapstick still clinging to his lips. no more sobering up -

he almost slips, eyes widening as you pull him close and he can only stare as you lean in to pressed kisses to his quickly heating skin. the feeling of your lips has him shivering, a sensation he's been craving from you for so long. he wants to whine out that this isn't fair but he only ends up breathing out your name, staring at you with his own hazy eyes.
i ,, i promise -

takes the shower head, humming a random melody as he lets the water run on his skin
warrmmm

he doesn’t think, he moves, fingers gingerly hooking into the space between the buttons of your shirt and gently guiding you closer to him, pursed lips leaving a trail of kisses along your collarbone before pulling back; he’s always wanted to do this and now that he’s done it, it felt even better than he’s ever imagined.
mmmhmph, okay. i’ll let you off the hook this time. if i’m sober, you better kiss me until i can’t breathe. show me how it’s like, hyung.

he's quiet, frustrated that he can't tell what state you're in as he searches your eyes. the way you rest under him, shirt soaked and hair wet, has him feeling a familiar tightness in his chest -- the same one that occurs whenever you come close or even grace him with a single teasing touch.
because ,, this time you have the excuse of alcohol to hide behind and i don't want you to take back anything we do ,, and leave me feeling stupid for getting excited on my own ,,

props one elbow on the white edge of the tub, resting his chin in his hands as he quietly studies your face; the bright lamp above highlighting a lot of details that- the way small water droplets gather at the tip of your hair before dripping down to kiss your collarbone; how ethereal. laughs softly as he raises his head to meet your gaze.
cleared mindset? that’s funny! you make me lightheaded and cloud my mind even when i don’t drink, sooo where’s the difference? hmh, yeonjun?

his breath hitches as he gazes down at you, only hearing the sound of his own breathing and the water still running as he fights down a soft groan. i'm not gonna be some that takes advantage of you when you're drunk ,, i want you to be in a completely cleared mindset when you initiate these things with me ,,

why don’t you do it? tilts head to the side, smile never leaving his lips as he leans on the edge of the tub.
kiss me, yeonjun -

takes note of the sudden silence; and he decides that he definitely, definitely doesn’t like it - the sound of your voice has always been his favorite sound, after all. in a deep breath, he turns to you; a complaint ready on the tip of his tongue but the words die immediately as you’ve already came back to his side.

soobin ,,
he crawls back over to you, hovering with his last bit of self control.
i really wanna kiss you ,, so please - sober up for me?

he stumbles back, face flushed from having been so close to you. the sight of the smile on your face his heart doing somersaults in his chest and he can only watch.

grabs another duck and absentmindedly plays with it

immediately releases you and slumps down the tub, brushing a few wet strands of hair that clung to his face; smiling brightly with flushed cheeks; the kind of smile that’s only reserved for you.
heh, okay.

yelps as he slips and is tugged down, water spraying everywhere as he loses his hold on the showerhead.
i - i promise ,, ,

promise me !

grabs the front of your shirt and lightly yanks you down to my level, smiling coyly up as you -
really? will you hug me all night until i smell like you?

quit moving around i'm getting wet too !!

gets hit in the face. oW
you can have my scent again after you sober up a bit -!

screw you hyung ! i refuse to wash off your scent

grabs the gummy duckie and throws it at you
noooooooo -

nO that's not the problem here !!
stands in front of you so you can't climb out