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lublycho · 5 years

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X1 reaction to you kissing their neck and... [M]

Things get a little steamy.

Request: (I lost the request but it was something along the lines of the title)

Note: The following reaction is for mature audience!! If anyone feels uncomfortable with sexual themes, please do not read. Also, this is my first time writing sexual/suggestive stuff so don't ignore any mistake and if you find something lacking please let me know!! (p.s this reaction includes legal members only)

18+ content beyond the cut.

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Seungwoo

"Love me."

"Not now."

"Then, when?"

You pouted at seungwoo as he hunched over on his desk, trying to come up with lyrics for a song. You loved seeing him like this. With his eyebrows knitted, his head buried in the illumination offered by the lamp on the desk.

You loved seeing him concentrating, indulging himself in the thing he loved most. But there was something else you loved more; having him all to yourself.

"A few hours at most. Or when I'm through with these lyrics."

Seungwoo flashed you an apologetic smile. You contemplated for a moment. You knew his 'a few hours' would extend to the whole night, and you couldn't keep away from him that long. So you took your chances when you started kissing his lips.

You slowly trailed your lips down, kissing his cheeks, then his jawline, till you finally reached his neck. You were caught off guard when you heard him moan when you kissed a certain spot on his neck. Having found his weakness, you centered your mouth around that particular spot, earning you a series of lewd sounds you never believed you would hear coming from Seungwoo’s mouth.

And boy did it drive you crazy. It was only a matter of time before the lyrics he was writing was long forgotten, and you and your stubborn need for him became the centre of his attention. And he wasn't diverting his attention for a good few hours now.

Seungyoun

He finds all the sweet kisses you leave on his neck pretty cute at first. Though, that doesn’t stop him from being a huge tease. He absolutely loves to annoy you by sparing not a single hint of attention to your many attempts at diverting his focus.

Seungyoun seemed to be winning at this little game of ‘divert my attention if you can’ until your hand slipped a little too low from where it rested on the hem of his shirt. His eyes snapped from the vacant laptop screen as they fixated on you. His expression changed from one of mischief to one of warning. But did that stop you from sliding your hand even further down with that innocent look on your face, until it was palming the obvious bulge in his jeans?

Absolutely, not.

Seungyoun startled you when he grabbed your wrist, making a vain attempt to pull it away from where it rested on his crotch.

"Trust me, you don't want to go down that road."

His voice sent a shiver down your spine, all while his ardent gaze scorched its path across your body. It made you want to retreat, to not get yourself in that kind of trouble. But the wetness pooling between your thighs told you it was too late for that. Using your other hand to free your wrist from his, You pressed your palm down on his jeans again, before pulling at his belt. You leaned down to straddle his lap, and with your lips near his ears, you whispered,

"Too bad...I'm already halfway through it."

Seungyoun scoffed at your response, but his dark, hooded eyes told you you were in for a long night.

Wooseok

You had no idea how you ended up like this. One moment you were nagging at Wooseok to stop working for once and the next you were pinned down on the couch, with him towering over you, eyeing you with his sultry gaze.

It all started with you placing a few harmless kisses on his neck, but you never expected that would end up with you and Wooseok half naked, leaving him to explore your body with his tongue. You could only watch as he trailed his tongue lower and lower until he hovered above your clothed core, glancing up at you. And if you could burst into a thousand flames beneath his weighing gaze, you gladly would.

With a silent nod of approval you looked away, and felt Wooseok slide your panties off.

Your mind was racing. It jumped from one thought to another. Raced from one sensation to another. And for a moment your mind felt like a whirlpool of thoughts, with anxiety threatening to destroy the moment for your.

But then Wooseok kissed your inner thighs and one by one the thoughts died down.

And at the first stroke of Wooseok's tongue against your slick folds, your mind stopped thinking.

Yohan

“Yohan if you don’t shut that video game in the next five minutes, I’m gonna do something really bad.”

It was Saturday. You and Yohan were supposed to spend the day watching a movie at the cinema. But despite your many attempts to drag him away, Yohan was adamant on sitting firmly in front of the tv screen playing his stupid video games.

“Like what?”

Mischief laden in his words, he turned from his perch on the carpet below you, sparing you a playful glance before returning his attention to his game. You quietly made your way to sit beside him, eyeing his very focused self for a split second. He was not gonna like what you had in store for him.

You began with a kiss to his neck. Your hands snaked beneath his shirt, stroking his collarbones. Yohan’s attention wavered from the screen for only a moment, before his focus returned.

Knowing this was a game you wouldn’t win so easily, you swung one leg to either side of Yohan’s lap, before lowering yourself on him till you were basically straddling him. It was a drastic measure, you knew it, but it was a successful one. Because the moment you pressed yourself against him, his console slipped from his hand. His gaze on the screen faltered and landed on you, finally giving you and your next move his undivided attention. The abrupt spotlight made a shadow of crimson creep up your cheeks. But it didn’t make your hips stop straddling Yohan’s lap.

He moaned before kissing you, dragging one of his hands to your chest, while the other made its way around your waist. You caught his hand before it could weigh you down.

With the same mischievous look you saw on Yohan’s face a short while ago, you gave a short kiss to his lips before pushing yourself off of him. Yohan was impatient and, judging from his very erect shaft protruding from beneath his jeans, needy when he tried pulling you back. But you were already out of his reach. You turned around, savoring the view of Yohan with his cheeks enveloped by a blush, and said, “The movie starts playing in 20 minutes, Yohan. Get ready or else we’ll miss it.”

Hangyul

“Is this your idea of fun?”

Perched on the wide windowsill of the kitchen, you yawned as you saw Hangyul carefully reading a recipe out of a piece of paper. He had called you in earlier, inviting you over to his place to have some fun. You figured out, once you reached his house, that fun for Hangyul meant hunching over a piece of paper and struggling to bake a few cookies.

"Why? Aren't you having fun?"

"Plenty."

Sarcasm was evident in your voice, making Hangyul release a chuckle. He made a mental note of adding extra sugar in the batter for the cookies before asking you,

"What's your definition of fun?"

You cocked your head to one side, pretending to be deep in thought. Then, you left your perch on the windowsill and walked to where Hangyul stood next to the stove. Leaning in, you murmured in his ears.

"Something along the lines…"

Your face dipped into the curves of his neck, placing a delicate kiss on it.

"...Of this."

You only had a second to scrutinize Hangyul's vivid expression, before he pulled you in for a kiss, pressing your body against the kitchen shelf. His hand pushed past your loose shirt, gripping your waist. You were the first to break the kiss to leave a string of open mouthed kisses along his neck. Your hands clutched the hem of his shirt, ready to take it off until…

Hangyul pulled you away, a sweet smile on his face as he said,

"As much as I love your definition of fun, I still have some cookies to bake."

You groaned as he left you pressed against the shelf.

"What about when you're done with them?"

Though his back was towards you, you could still hear the smile in his words when he replied.

"We'll see."

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higgukz · 5 years

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princetakoyaki · 4 years

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♡ Yohan messy icons ♡

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en-space-nie · 5 years

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Idek what to caption this but same

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elvntae · 5 years

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✰: yohan details ↬ happy birthday yohan ♡

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theaestayticzen · 5 years

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🎀 𝓀𝒾𝓂 𝓎𝑜𝒽𝒶𝓃 𝒾𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓈 🎀

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incorrectx1quotes · 4 years

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Junho: Name one mean thing I've ever done

Yohan: You tried to convince me eggs aren't real

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stirfriedwoodz · 5 years

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[15:27] giggling to yourselves whilst walking out of the karaoke booth, you and yohan take turns in drinking out of your shared water bottle to nurse your sore throats. the two of you would come to the same karaoke place at least once a week, belting out your favourite songs, not caring whether you flubbed the lyrics or went off key. all that matters is that amongst the cheap, tacky lights and the sound of the automated applause, the two of you are happy.

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suhwan-ee · 5 years

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Peak's interview about X1 members!

Produce X 101 trainee Peak under Chandelier Music was asked for an article about his relationships with the members of X1. Here's what he had to say about all of them:

q: Are you close with Kim Yohan?

peak: me & yohan hyung were close from the beginning. we were in u got it team. he took great care of younger trainees. i'm 2 years younger than him. when i cried (in episode 8) because i knew that it was impossible for me to survive the elimination. yohan hyung, wooseok hyung, and seungwoo hyung gave me a hug, patted my head and said, “it’s okay, don’t cry.” yohan hyung is really nice and funny.

q: How about Kim Wooseok?

peak : wooseok hyung is weird and full of energy. sometimes he screamed loudly for no reason. he asked me to teach him thai words. i taught him about thai food like khao man gai (chicken rice), tom yum goong (spicy shrimp soup), kaeng khiao wan (green curry). then wooseok hyung wanted to know how to say, “you look like green curry” in thai. he’s weird, but super talented.

q: How was Han Seungwoo as a leader?

peak: i met seungwoo hyung when we were in u got it team. he’s great at everything, whether it’s singing, rapping or dancing. i look up to him as one of my idol. he always delivered great performances and he has a lot of experience. i’ve learned a lot from him. he’s really cool.

q: Song Hyeongjun and you were both in class D right?

peak: yes, and hyeongjun taught me a korean slang word. that word is “galbi” (korean bbq short ribs). it means “almost”. for example, if you’re playing soccer and you missed a shot, you will say “galbi”. it's like “almost”. he taught me that word after he moved up from class X to class D. from that moment on, i stopped calling him hyeongjun. every time i called him galbi, he said galbi back to me.

q: Cho Seungyoun?

peak: seungyoun hyung has the most energy among X1 members. his laughter is hilarious. he never fails to make everyone laugh. we've never been on the same team, but he speaks english very well. he always said, “yo, peak. what’s up?” he never runs out of energy. i've never seen him get tired. no matter how hard he practiced, he’s still being himself.

q: How about Son Dongpyo?

peak : dongpyo is adorable. we've never been on the same team, but he’s close with eunsang and seungwoo hyung. when i'm with eunsang and seungwoo hyung, dongpyo always came and talked to me. his cheeks are so squishy that they can be pulled like this. they’re like mochi rice cake. he’s such a cute kid.

q: Your first impression on Lee Hangyul?

peak: our hangyul hyung, he is great. he's a cool guy. from the first day, his impression was that he's super cool, when he walked in with his golden hair and an undercut, i looked at him and thought he's really cool. i went to him all the time. he's heavy-handed though, he'd go, "yo! peak!" then we'd shake our hands and my hand will go *jello motions*.

q: We heard that you liked Nam Dohyon so much?

peak: nam dohyon, my little hamster, has made it into X1. congrats from the bottom of my heart. i told him that he has to debut, and he did it. after the finale, we didn't get a chance to talk yet. but i told dohyon, “see you in thailand”. he said he will come here, but i don’t know when. i also told wooseok hyung “see you in thailand”, and he said, “okay”. i met dohyon’s mother at the show finale. she thanked me for taking care of her son. she also whispered to me that he told her everything. if he come to thailand, i want to take him to wat phra kaew (temple of the emerald buddha). i want him to see our beautiful culture.

q: You and Cha Junho are both shy thats why you got close to each other?

peak: me and junho danced x1-ma and slept beside each other. we talked about, "when will we go home?". junho asked me, "is korean language difficult?" junho is shy. at first we were shy. because we didn't know each other before. but after that they we feel more relaxed.

q: How about Kang Minhee?

peak: when minhee sleeps, he doesn’t close his eyes. i got close to minhee’s face one and minhee woke up being shocked bcs of how close i was.

q: Lastly, your impression on Lee Eunsang?

peak: at first, eunsang is a very shy person but after i know him, he is not that shy like you saw him. he is so funny. he is very nice, he smile easily and smile a lot. he always takes care of other people.

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lublycho · 5 years

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Just give me a call || Kim Yohan

→ Words: 3,896

→ Genre: angsty fluff

→ Pairing: Kim Yohan x Reader.

→ Request: Based on this request.

→ Summary: In which you are being followed by a creepy stranger, and the first number you happen to dial to help rescue you is Yohan’s…The boy who had been waiting for you to call him for weeks.

*Y/L/N means your last name.

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There was something stuck in your shoe. It was nothing too big, but nothing small enough to ignore either. It had gotten stuck on your way home, when you had taken the gravel laden walkway as a shortcut. You would stop and empty your shoes of the wretched thing but it was too dark to see, thus you opted to keep walking instead.

The darkness was one of the two reasons why you couldn’t stop. The second being the constant thud of footfall behind you. You didn’t know to whom the loud footsteps belonged, but upon a glance, you figured it was an average-heighted guy, clad in all black who bore the responsibility of the loud thuds.

He had been following you ever since you left a cafe a while ago. You had ignored him at first, thinking it was just someone who happened to be going in the same direction as yours. But you realized you’d gotten a stalker on your tail after you’d taken a reasonable number of twists and turns and still found him dwelling in the misty darkness environing you. He was the reason you had taken the shortcut in the first place, in hopes of losing his trail. But to your dismay, the footsteps behind you never dulled. They only grew louder.

It didn’t bother you at first. In the hustle bustle of the city streets, it was easier to ignore the guy. But here, in the darkness of the eerie night with the vacant street, the constant shuffle behind frightened you. You had a hard time focusing on anything but the close proximity of the stalker with you.

You gave yourself a moment to think. Should you call him out? Or maybe you should just make a run for it? Your mind was a mess and your erratic heartbeat didn’t help your case. Your hands shuffled in your pocket. Your eyes darted here and there.

And that’s when you saw it.

Not far down your range of vision was a flashing, green neon sign proclaiming ‘Open 24/7’. With a slight sprint, you moved towards it hoping it would provide you some cover from your stalker. Careful not to hint any sense of urgency in your actions, you gradually inched closer and closer. Upon up-front inspection, it turned out that the sign belonged to a brightly lit convenience store.

With a silent prayer of gratitude you pushed past the glass doors, the abrupt rush of light blinding you for a moment. Once you adjusted to the beaming light, you made your way towards the farthest aisle, wanting to put as much distance as you could between the entrance and yourself.

You rejoiced when no one followed you inside the store for the longest time. Taking a moment to steady your racing pulse, you casually strolled out from the aisle you took cover in. Your fear gradually wore off, replaced by the awkwardness of leaving the store empty handed. You walked towards the entrance of the store, lined alongside which were an array of freezers. Having decided that a little ice cream after the petrifying events of the day wouldn’t hurt anyone, you slid open the lid of one of the freezers, leaning in to pick out your favorite flavor of ice cream. With a satisfied smile, you stood up straight.

Before you could proceed to the cash counter, you peeked at the street outside through the wall-to-ceiling windows of the store. The first time you glanced, nothing was odd. There was no sign of your supposed stalker in the dimly lit walkway and the only movement was the slow rustle of leaves of the gigantic tree lining the edge of the street. But the second time you glanced outside, your blood ran cold.

Out there, perched against the one and only street light in the lonely pathway was the guy who’d been following you all this time. You dropped the ice cream back in the freezer.

Careful not to draw any attention from the fairly young cashier inside or your alleged stalker outside, you bent down and pretended to be busy in choosing the flavor of ice cream.

From your peripherals, you risked a glance outside. The guy was still there, but his face was turned away from the store. Taking the chance, you dug out your phone from your pocket, before scrolling through your rather short contact list to call for help.

There was no option of calling your parents since they were out of town. The few friends you had lived blocks away from where you stood now. The rest of your contacts were people you no longer talked to or relatives who you never wanted to talk to. You could call the police but the doubt of the guy outside turning out to be just a random stranger enveloped your mind.

In your frantic search for help, your fingers stopped at one particular contact.

Kim Yohan.

You shook your head before scrolling past him. Though he said he lived in the same neighborhood as yours, it didn’t mean you could call him to help you out. It wasn’t like you and him were good friends anyways. The only proper interaction you guys ever had was when your teacher paired you together for a one day project and when he’d given you his number hoping you’d call him someday.

“Don’t forget to call. I might stay awake all night waiting for it,” he had said with a little laugh handing your phone back to you after feeding his number in it. You remembered how you casually replied with a nod and a smile, knowing you were only giving the poor boy high hopes.

You never called.

And he never complained about it.

Still, as you scrolled back up, with the threat of the stalker and the shopkeeper’s confused glances looming above your head like a double edged sword, you hesitated for a moment on Yohan’s contact.

Despite your shaking fingers, you mustered enough courage to press dial.

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There was something stuck in Yohan’s mind. It was big, distinguishable, too evidently weighing him down. It had been there ever since he agreed to go out with his friends, and it had only grew in magnitude the longer he sat glued to his seat in the obnoxiously loud restaurant.

The something was a sense of urgency. Like something was coming. But he couldn’t quite figure out what.

Because for now, the only thing he saw coming was a smack to Dongpyo’s head by courtesy of Minhee. Snapping back from his daze, Yohan joined the rest of his friends in a frenzy of laughter as Minhee and Dongpyo began what was the fifth play fight they had in the day. On most days, the constant bickering between the two would be the best up-lifter for any heavy moods lingering amongst his circle of friends. But today, the trick didn’t seem to work on him.

Today, he just didn’t feel very good. And his unease reflected on his frowning face, which, if his friends noticed, they didn’t tell.

Yohan stood up from his seat when no one was looking his way. He leaned forward against the restaurant’s windows, to observe the neighbourhood outside. He barely made anything out in the darkness of the night and noticed only the severe lack of streetlights. He squinted again, until he could see what seemed like a green neon sign not far down the opposite side of the street.

“Yohan?”

There was something about the street that drove him to the edge. The sense of urgency returned, this time stronger and barely ignorable.

“Yohan?!”

Yohan’s gaze flickered from the view outside, landing on Seungwoo. His friend jerked him towards the table with his hand, giving him only a moment to collect himself.

“I’m sorry, what?”

Seungwoo gestured towards Yohan’s beaming phone on the table.

“Your phone is ringing.”

“Oh.” Yohan grabbed the buzzing phone from off the table, an unknown number flashing on the screen. He raised his eyebrows in confusion, wondering who could be calling him at this hour.

He gave just letting it ring a thought. But before the number could vanish from the screen, the something inside him forced him to pick it up.

With curiosity saturating his mind, he attached the phone to his ears.

He could, at first, hear loud breathing on the other end. Then a low, frantic voice called out.

“Hello?!”

It was a girl.

Why would a girl call me at this hour?

Unable to concentrate in the uproar surrounding his friends, Yohan sprinted out of the noisy restaurant.

Pushing past the door of the exit, he took a long breath of fresh air and replied,

“Hi?”

There was a short pause on the girl’s end. In the meanwhile Yohan contemplated the chances of the call being merely a prank.

“Yohan? This is Y/n-”

Y/n. The name blossomed in his brain. Then a face flashed before his eyes. Your face, glistening and ever so beautiful, smiling at him as he foolishly handed you back your phone. It was you, Y/n, the girl he so desperately had been waiting to call him.

Something lurched in his chest.

“-I don’t know if you remember me but we worked on this science project together and I sit behind you in-”

Yohan’s heart was a pounding mess when he cut you off,

“Y-yeah, I know, I know. You’re Y/N, Y/n Y/L/N.”

He heard you release a sigh of relief.

“Yes! Yes, that’s me…I just, I called because-”

You groaned in frustration, unable to find the right words to explain the precarious situation you were stuck in.

It only made Yohan more nervous.

“-I know this is weird and coming out of nowhere but I kinda need your help with something if you’re around the neighborhood.”

All nervousness waned away when Yohan noticed the tremble in your words.

“Why, what’s wrong? Are you okay?”

“For now, yes. This is really stupid but there is some creepy guy following me for the past hour. And I wouldn’t call you if I had any other options but I really don’t. I’m sorry if I’m making you feel odd or awkward. This probably was a bad idea in the first place and I’m making a fool of myself-”

“You’re not!!”

The words left Yohan’s mouth in a shout. He immediately bit his tongue when he realized the screech in his uneven tone. He took a moment to calm himself down before continuing,

“I mean no, it’s alright. I’m glad you called me. Just tell me where you are.”

You, obviously oblivious to where exactly your stalker had forced you to derail, frantically told him every single thing you could see through your short glances outside. You mentioned how it couldn’t be very far from the cafe you had been to earlier, and that if you squinted enough, you could see a small building that seemed to resemble a restaurant of sorts.

“-It also has this huge cherry blossom tree around its corner.”

Yohan furrowed his eyes when he, too, saw a tree that resembled the description you were giving. It was surrounded by the green neon sign protruding from amongst its branches.

“By chance, does the convenience store have this weird green neon sign?”

“It does! Exactly, that’s the one… How’d you know?”

“I’ll let you know when I get there, just please, don’t step out and stay low.”

You gave an affirmative response as the line on the other end went static.

The cashier behind the counter eyed you with a strange, bewildered expression as he saw you hiding behind the aisle, whisper-yelling into your phone.

You flashed him a quick, awkward smile before retreating even deeper into the aisle.

On the other end of the conversation, Yohan tapped his phone against his hand.

He finally figured out what the something stuck in his mind was. It was this. The whole situation with you. His heart gaped up to his throat when he thought of the very dangerous circumstances you had gotten into.

He pushed a hand through his hair, frustration clouding his actions. He considered going back inside to let his friends know where he was off to, but then he glanced at them through the windows outside the restaurant. They were all the same as he had left them bare moments ago. Eating, drinking, laughing at every other stupid joke. They’d barely even noticed Yohan’s absence.

Not wanting to waste another second, Yohan broke into a sprightly run.

He ran and ran, with the neon sign becoming bigger and bigger in his vision. He never stopped, not even to catch his breath. His breaths came in shallow, and his heart thundered inside his chest. Despite that, the only stop he made was when he finally stood beneath the sign, and in front of the small convenience store.

He peeked inside to find it empty, save for a young cashier busy on his phone and…

There you were.

Peeking out of the farthest aisle from the entrance, your darting eyes clad in fear and anxiety landed on Yohan’s. And his worry-ridden eyes, clad in the relief of having found you safe and sound, simultaneously met yours.

Relief flooded your body as you sprinted out of your hiding spot. Yohan entered the store, dressed in a casual white t shirt and black trousers lined with white stripes. You reached over to where he stood by the entrance, preparing to shower him with apologies of having called him out of nowhere.

But before you could deliver what you had prepared, Yohan did something very odd.

Instead of complaining or expressing his annoyance at you, as you had expected him to do, he pulled you into a long, excruciating embrace.

Your eyes shot up in surprise as you felt him wrap his arms around your waist, and bend down to rest his head on your shoulder. Too weak to break from such a tight hug, you whispered against his ears

“What are you doing?”

Yohan immediately shushed you, before attempting to pull you closer, as if that was even possible judging from the lack of space between you two.

“It’s the guy by the streetlight, right?”

You struggled to see past Yohan’s shoulder, but were successful at sneaking a glance at your stalker’s seemingly permanent perch against the streetlight. His head was turned towards the convenience store now.

You nodded your head.

He released you from the suffocating yet warm embrace, letting you suck in a long, sharp breath. With an exaggerated movement of his arms, Yohan exclaimed,

“Aww, I hope I didn’t make you wait too long, love.”

He pinched one of your cheeks, immediately after which a rush of crimson covered them. You were confused now. Truly, deeply confused. With a quiet, fake laughter to make up for whatever game Yohan was playing you asked him through a smile,

“Haha, what are you doing exac-?”

Yohan put a finger against your lips. Your words died in your mouth at this action of his.

“Just trust me and go with the flow.”

“I would go with the flow if you at least give me the slightest idea of where it’s going.”

Instead of complying with your request, Yohan pulled you in for a second embrace. This time it was short, less suffocating and more warm. When he pulled back, he gave you a smile you never noticed was this breathtaking before. You swallowed, a weird feeling sprouting in your chest. Its magnitude ranged somewhere between almost bursting you into a thousand flames or melting you into nothing.

Yohan slid an arm around your waist, dragging you out of the store. You didn’t say anything at that, deciding to trust him and his flow.

Once outside, he pulled you under the illumination offered by the green neon sign. It painted your faces with a green hue, flickering once or twice every other minute.

“Is the guy watching?”

For the hundredth time, you caught a glimpse of the guy. He had left his perch on the streetlight, and his face was now turned towards where you stood. His gaze haunting you the longer you looked.

With a shaking, broken voice, you replied.

“Y-Yes.”

Listening to your own voice break shattered something inside you. You felt helpless. You felt weak. And the tears pricking at your eyes made it worse. You weren’t sure what they were saturated with. Fear? Shame? Regret? It could be all of those things and nothing at all. You tried blinking them away, but it only made it worse. The tears now rolled down your cheeks, as you made a hasty attempt to wipe them away.

Yohan caught your hands before you could.

He gave you a long look. And then, with little thought, he leaned down and kissed away the tears staining your cheeks.

His actions didn’t confuse you, or urge you to push him away. Instead, you welcomed the feeling of his lips stealing your frustration away. You indulged in the feeling of his hand in yours, enveloping you in warmth.

The feelings, however, were all very short lived.

For Yohan retreated just as fast as he had leaned in. His ears were wrapped in a shade of scarlet when he said,

“He’s gone.”

You looked behind you, at the now empty street and then back at the boy in front of you. You breathed in, your breath hitching once before stabling itself. With the threat of the stranger gone, you were now under full realization of the display Yohan had just put on and the reason behind it. In the daze of the moment, you asked the only thing you could think of in the moment,

“How’d you get here so fast?”

Yohan cleared his throat, “I happened to be just around the corner... Miraculously.”

You nodded. The awkward silence lingered for a moment, before you broke it.

“Thank you…”

Yohan only shook his head with a smile before flinging his hand in the air.

“…And I’m sorry.”

Bewildered, the casual smile on his face fell, replaced by a frown.

“Thank you, I get, but why the sorry?”

Guilt weighed down on your chest when you replied,

“I never called.”

A flash of pain stained Yohan’s face, but it was immediately replaced by that ethereal smile of his.

“You called when it mattered.”

He gave a slight pat on your shoulder, earning a small smile from you. Yet, the regret and pain of having ignored this angel of a person consumed you.

“You should head home, it’s getting late.”

You heard Yohan laugh when you said that. He pulled you out from the light of the green sign, ushering you down the vacant street which got brighter the further you guys moved.

“And leave you alone with that creepy, douchebag stalker who might just be lingering in the shadows? You’re really fun Y/n.”

You bit your lips, not sure what he was going to do if not head back to his home.

“So what are you going to do?”

The boy gave you that ‘isn’t it obvious face’ before responding,

“Walk you home, of course, what else?”

The weight of his favors threatened to crush you. You couldn’t possibly make the poor boy walk you home. You had already asked too much of him with just one call.

“Oh, It’s alright, I’ll manage. After all, I’ll have to walk alone tomorrow if not tonight…It’s not like you can walk me home everyday.”

You nervously laughed at Yohan. He only shrugged in confusion.

“Who says I can’t?”

For the first time in a long while, you noticed the change in the way your heart pounded. Before there was an urgency in your heart beat, overshadowed by your fear. Now, there was a different type of urgency, one you gladly welcomed to take over.

“I mean, it’s not like I’m not your responsibility or anything, and I would never weigh you down with such a task.”

“I kind of like being weighed down.”

With a wink that almost made you trip over your own feet, he glanced over at you, and continued,

“And you and I go to the same school, so as a fellow pupil, you kinda are my responsibility.”

You only smiled. It seemed to be the only thing you could do around him; smile and smile and smile until your cheeks ached, and your jaw clenched.

The walk back to your home was quiet, with the casual topic of school and studies being thrown in here and there. No conversation lasted longer than one or two exchanges by either of you. You two seemed to be busy inside your own little brains. Unaware, however, you both were of what the other thought. Though it should’ve been quite obvious.

Yohan was immersed in noticing the way you curled your lips each time you smiled, and you were too busy trying to count how many times he had made you smile in just half an hour.

Too engrossed in these trivial acts, you never noticed how close you’d gotten to your destination.

You were startled when your house appeared just a few short steps away, leaving you to wonder how time went by so fast all of a sudden.

Stopping by the front door of your house, you turned to Yohan. He had driven his hands into his pockets, to stop himself from fidgeting. His eyes were the same, gleaming with mischief and wonder, but his lips were now curled downward, They were the only indication of his disapproval of his journey with you ending too soon.

“I guess this is it then.”

Your voice obstructed the tranquility of the night. But for Yohan, it sounded like a melody too short for his liking.

“I guess…I’ll see you tomorrow then…at school.”

“Tomorrow’s Saturday.”

“Oh…”

He had to wait two days to see you again. It shouldn’t be a problem for him. It’s not like he wasn’t the same guy who waited a whole month for you to call him.

“I’ll give you a call?”

Your abrupt suggestion astounded him. But his astonishment didn’t stop him from losing the opportunity to crack a joke.

“Why, do you plan on getting stalked again?”

You grinned from ear to ear. And boy, did it make it harder for Yohan to breath.

“No, not because I’ll get stalked. I’ll call you because…because-.”

He cocked his head to one side, waiting for you to continue. You stood there contemplating for the longest time. Why in the world did I say that? You thought. You had only embarrassed yourself, failing to come up with words to cover the mess up. But Yohan cleared it up for you instead, while also speaking what had been lingering in your mind.

“It’s alright. You have the whole night to think of a reason.”

Though you don’t really need one, I could hear you speak all day even if you just repeated the same word over and over again, Yohan thought, but never spoke out.

“Alright then.”

You smiled, and watched as the darkness of the night faded behind Yohan.

“Alright then.”

He smiled, and watched as all the light in the world around him collected around you.

He lingered for a moment, before walking away, his face towards you. He almost stumbled on the step on your porch. You were about to tell him to be careful, but he straightened himself before you could. You smiled your widest when you opened the door to your house, leaning against it once fully inside.

With the flutter in your chest driving you crazy, you fished out your phone from your pocket. It blinked to reveal the caller ID of the boy you just said goodbye to.

You had the whole night to yourself. A whole night, to think and recall all that unfolded in just the last few hours. You would think it all through, every single thing.

And tomorrow, with or without a proper reason, you would call him.

You would call Kim Yohan.

And on the other end, Yohan would wait for you to do just that.

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