Donald x Kingsley (and other one shots)

Affectionate

     ~(Hey, so none of these One Shots really exist within the same timeline unless said otherwise. They'll have some similarities but none are the same so uh yeah. In this one there's already an established relationship between Donald and Kingsley. OH, and there'll be more ships just gimme a hot second. ALSO, leave requests please and thank you. I apologize for any confusion, just bare with me and my jumbled mind)~

CONTENT WARNING: Whole lotta fluff and out of characterness. May cause extreme fangirl/boy/enby/ing. Reader discretion is advised.

Kingsley was sitting at the kitchen table sipping his coffee. The sun beamed through the window, setting an unusually bright and warm glow throughout the house. However "bright" and "warm" weren't words Kingsley would associate with his mood.

Jake Ji had lost to Ben Park. How? How was that even possible? Sure, both boys had about an equal amount of strength, but the numbers just didn't add up. What did this mean for the Union, for Donald? Will Ben come after him next? And what about that White Mamba bastard? Did he associate with Ben Park? Seeing as how they both were Eunjang students and there wasn't a fight between them, they probably did. Of course Kingsley, or the Union, couldn't know every fight everywhere, so possibly not. An immense amount of control was being lost and Kingsley didn't want to see the aftermath.

A scuffling of footsteps interrupted Kingsley's thoughts. He turned to see, even though he already knew who the steps belonged to. Donald Na groggily shuffled around the corner, bangs down covering his sleepy, narrowed, eyes. Kingsley allowed himself a small smile. Seeing Donald with bedhead never failed to amuse him.

"Morning," Kingsley greeted.

"Mm, No," Donald responded as he walked over to where Kingsley sat. He stood behind the chair and wrapped his arms around Kingsley from behind. Donald rested his head in the crook of Kingsley's neck. Donald inhaled his scent; Kingsley always smelt like coffee for some reason (this was because early in the morning Kingsley ground the coffee, but Donald was a heavy sleeper and was unaware of this).

"No?" Kingsley asked.

"Come back to bed," Donald murmured against Kingsley's neck.

"Donald, it's nine AM," Kingsley reasoned. Donald hummed something than began to kiss Kingsley's neck. This didn't seem to faze Kingsley. It was a bit odd and a bit funny but the strongest, most feared, man in all of Yeongdeungpo was very affectionate towards his boyfriend.

     Donald was always trying to steal kisses, or taking any opportunity to hug or hold Kingsley. Occasionally he would even get him gifts-expensive gifts. This first came as shock to Kingsley. Why would Donald Na, of all people be affectionate at all? It seemed very, uncharacteristic to say the least. But then, Kingsley thought, it might have something do with his childhood.

     No one really knew about Donald's past, including Kingsley. There were a few things he did know. Donald's childhood wasn't all sunshine and roses. Kingsley knew that there were even some times where Donald lived on the streets. He just assumed that something bad had happened concerning his parents. Or maybe his parents were the bad thing that happened. Kingsley was inclined to believe that due to his dark past and lack of affection received, was the reason he was really affectionate. Donald was usually closed off and didn't let people in; they would just be distracting. However Kingsley thought that the very people, or more like the one person, who were allowed in Donald's heart were sure to know it. Donald was affectionate because he wanted the people he loved to know they were loved. He wanted people close to him to not feel they way he did back then. Which was why Kingsley was showered in kisses constantly, or why movies were for snuggling not watching (not that he was complaining). Of course this was just a hypothesis which hadn't been properly tested. Yet.

     "What's on your mind?" Donald asked. Something must've given away Kingsley anxiety towards Eunjang.

     "Jake lost. Against Ben Park," There was a few moments of silence, which made Kingsley think Donald didn't hear him.

     "I said-"

     "Yeah I know," Donald said. Kingsley wasn't looking at him but he could feel his sudden shift in mood. He could feel it in the way he tighten his hold on Kingsley, as if to protect him. He could feel it in the way Donald's lips seemed to have slowed or possibly stopped their movement along Kingsley's neck.

     Donald sighed. Then the mood had changed back again as if nothing was ever wrong. Donald loosened his grip on Kingsley and his lips kept giving soft kisses on his neck.

     "Let's worry about them tomorrow, and just enjoy this Saturday," Donald declared softly, "Eunjang's a Sunday problem. Come back to bed."

     Kingsley sighed, "Donald I'm not in the mood-"

     "I just want to lay next you." They were silent for a few moments after. You know, Kingsley thought, Eunjang is a Sunday problem.

     And soon both boys were back in bed, tangled in sheets, drowning in a pool of golden light. They lived out the Saturday joys, and forgot about the Sunday problems.