You Wrote Me a Letter (but I never learned how to read) || Wooyu ||

Me (and you)

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They were silent the entire way back home. Wooseok was a few steps ahead of Yuto, just like before, except the atmosphere was gloomier and the cold bit harder at Yuto's knees than earlier. The younger spared no glance, spoke no word to the Japanese boy the whole time. Yuto contemplated in his solitude as well. He missed the sound of Wooseok's happy chatter, but dared not pester the younger about his brisk shift in mood. He felt quite a bit off himself, a consequence of the white-haired Russian's unexpected appearance. Thinking about him, about what he said made him feel uneasy, so he preferred to just count the snowflakes that were landing gracefully into the other boy's dark hair and admired how the nuances contrasted one another.

Upon arrival at the apartment complex, Wooseok unlocked the front door and entered first. Yuto has barely had the chance to set foot beyond the doorframe when he got slammed to the nearest wall in a split second.

He didn't even have time to open his mouth to ask Wooseok what the hell that was when cold plump lips smashed forcefully against his.

He whimpered, tried to push Wooseok away but the younger found his hands and pinned them above his head, rendering him immobile.

Wooseok's was rough, angry. He bit, licked, ravaged, devoured his mouth like a beast, sinking his teeth in every inch of Yuto's tender lips.

"Mmph-" Yuto attempted a cry of resignation that was practically inhaled by Wooseok's ferocious kiss. A kiss that felt more like a painful clash of mouths, a punishment for god knows what the younger found offensive this time. But, damn it, did he have to be so brutal about it?

"Mm-no!" Yuto vocalized as he turned his head to the side, breaking the kiss and in exchange exposing his tender neck to Wooseok's merciless teeth. "Y-you said you'll stop!" Cried Yuto, struggling under the much larger boy, but only managing to rub their bodies closer together.

"I didn't say for how long," growled Wooseok, who resumed his savage endeavors upon the older's abused neck.

"Ah," Yuto moaned when the younger grazed his teeth against his skin a bit too aggressively. "Wooseok, why-"

"Why?" He blurted, finally unlatching his mouth off of him and releasing his wrists, which now ached uncomfortably. More gently now, he leaned in and pressed their foreheads together, bringing his palms up to cup Yuto's face from each side. They were warm. "Isn't it obvious why?"

Their breaths mingled with each other and the low temperature in the room made them visible in grey puffs of vapor. Yuto's heart was drumming in his chest like crazy. He wondered.

"Is it only me you're doing these things with?" Yuto meekly inquired in a whisper.

"Yeah.." the latter breathed out and unknowingly releasing an explosion of butterflies in Yuto's stomach."It's only been you for a long time now."

Another secret on the brink of a breath that only the melting snowflakes in Wooseok's hair and Yuto will remain witness to.

But you can do so much better...

The Japanese boy swallowed dryly, and closed his eyes, trying to calm his tremors and his pounding heart. But how could he when Wooseok looked so stunning, so irresistible? And Yuto could so easily give in to him, allow his hands to travel wherever and taste his lips, so easy, so delightful, no holdbacks. But, oh, the holdbacks. His hands that were trapped in between their chests twitched, as if they had a mind of their own, wanting to reach to the other and hold him. But Yuto won't allow that.

"Why, Yuto?" His thumbs pressed into Yuto's burning cheeks. The Japanese boy just looked at him confused. "Why won't you let me?" He asked, getting visibly more agitated.