Lured [Yuwin]

「TWENTY ONE」

Sicheng didn't know how a single, and simple 'Yes' could break him like that. He didn't know just by hearing Yuta tell him Mark was important, Mark was extremely important, he could have his heart broken. Because he felt like the Japanese was making a choice. And the fisherman had chosen Mark over him.

This was all his fault.. He had clearly hurt the Japanese when he said he had never thought about them having a future together, if he had just said what he wanted to say, if he had just screamed in happiness like he was doing so in his head when Yuta mentioned proposing, maybe- maybe the fisherman would have stayed..

He could hear pots clanging downstairs as Yuta made dinner aggressively, chopping food with the knives like he was planning murder. "SPICY OR NOT!" Yuta yelled, and Winwin didn't reply, until Yuta shouted his name. "DONG SICHENG!" 

The siren rushed downstairs, and found Yuta shirtless and only wearing an apron as he stir-fried some chicken. "Spicy or not-"

"Hot.." Sicheng muttered, and Yuta turned to him, smirking while realizing what Winwin was talking about. He finished the chicken, and poured it onto a plate, wiping his sweat and pushed his wet hair back, finally turning to the chinese.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer." Winwin didn't reply, and instead blushed, pulled his phone out from his pocket and took a picture of the Japanese, whose smirk just widened. "Would you like me to take the apron off as well, baby?" "I- shut-" but he was too late. The older had already untied his apron, and hung it on one of the back of the chairs, smiling as he grabbed a towel and wiped his sweat. 

"You were saying?" Winwin couldn't even speak, he was just staring at the japanese's body. It wasn't like he didn't have abs, it was just- Yuta looked so freaking handsome in that moment-

"Nakamoto Yuta, a fucking god who looks better than the devil..."

Sicheng muttered, unable to help himself. "Baby boy, did you just call me a god?" Winwin's face flushed red, and he turned away, wanting to slap himself in the face. Why couldn't he be one of those people who didn't blush at all? 

Yuta walked towards him, gently kissing his neck. "Baby, are you being shy now?" "I am no-" He was cut off by the doorbell, and Yuta headed to open it, making Winwin growl silently and complain in his head. "Oppa open the do-" 

Mark broke off after seeing Yuta shirtless and leaning on the doorframe, a smirk on his lips. "Hello, Markie? You have my outfit?" "Ye- yes.." 

"Fantastic, do come in." Mark held up two clothing bags, and walked in, unable to stop staring at Yuta's defined abs. "Hyung~ can you please just- put on a shirt?" Mark requested, handing Yuta his clothing bag. "Why should I? I feel quite comfortable like this in my own house."

Mark swore, and turned to his last resort which Yuta always gave into. "Whyyyy~ Oppa~ oppaa~ please, oppa~" Yuta was unable to contain his smile, and took the clothing bag, heading upstairs. "Fine. Only because you said please." "You sure it's not because I called you Oppa and helped your oppa kink?" Yuta stared at him for an entire minute, and turned upstairs, walking back up as Mark chuckled to himself, sitting down on the couch.

"Keep your grubby paws off Yuta." Sicheng muttered, glaring at the canadian. "What do you mean keep my- grubby paws off Yuta! Is he yours? And plus, my hands are not grubby."