Soulmates •Book 1•

Chapter 2

"Come on! I don't wanna eat this!" Wooyoung whines, holding a perfectly cut slice of lemon away from him.

"You lost the game, so that's your penalty." Yunho replies, pointing at the flipped over game board on the floor. "Not to mention, you're the one that flipped it over."

"Wooyoung, can you just hurry up and eat the damn thing, please? It's already past 1 and I'm tired." Hongjoong mutters, rubbing his temples to try to soothe his growing headache.

"I hate lemons..." Wooyoung grumbles, shutting his eyes as he slowly puts the lemon in his mouth.

"Oh, just eat it already!" Yeosang exclaims, walking up to the younger and stuffing the slice in his mouth for him. Wooyoung practically screams and he goes to spit the slice out, however, Yeosang sets his hand over his mouth to keep him from doing so.

Wooyoung sends a glare to the older before he chews on the sour "treat," his head shaking as the taste gets stuck in his throat. As he starts coughing, Yeosang quickly retracts his hands, allowing the younger to suffer on his own; faint chuckles from the Teezers bouncing around the walls as they watch the boy.

"Is it bad?" San asks, sending the younger a worried look from his place on the couch. Wooyoung doesn't hesitate to nod his head and he goes to spit the lemon out, however, Hongjoong quickly grabs his wrist, catching the younger off guard.

"Don't you dare spit it out. Eat the whole thing or I'll stuff another piece in your mouth." Hongjoong warms, pulling the boy away from the kitchen and dragging him back to the living room.

When he releases his hold on Wooyoung, the younger lands a hit on his shoulder and starts pacing about as he helplessly chews on the lemon slice.

"It's so sour." Wooyoung whines, stomping his feet on the floor a few times like a toddler throwing a tantrum. "I don't wanna eat it~!"

"What was that? You want another one? Oh, by all means, sure. Here, I'll go get you another one." You say, getting up from your spot on the sofa.

As you make your way to the kitchen, Wooyoung quickly runs over to you and grabs both your arms, pulling you back to the living room with a few complaining grumbles. He pushes you back down onto the sofa, the glare he's sending you causing you to giggle before you simply smile at him.

"Stay." Wooyoung states, pointing down at you with narrowed eyes. Yeosang makes his way over to you, plopping down next to you and bringing you against him. As he wraps his arms around your waist, you lean against him, your eyelids growing heavy as the members continue to watch Wooyoung's battle with the slice of lemon.

"I'm headed to bed after Wooyoung is done with his suffering." You announce, snuggling closer into Yeosang's embrace, a little smile tugging at your lips.

"Is my suffering funny to you?!" Wooyoung exclaims, turning on his heels and glaring at you with his arms crossed over his chest.

"Your suffering is my happiness."

"How dare you quote Kim Seungmin!"

"Oh please, I use that quote with anyone who's suffering at the moment. Especially my friends. You just so happen to be the target of my quotes right now."

Wooyoung furrows his eyebrows and makes his way back over to you, your tired side quickly leaving you when he extends his arms. You grab both his wrists, a squeal slipping out of you, as you struggle to keep his grabby hands away from you.

"Ima attack your sister." Wooyoung says, peeking over at Yeosang who's looking at the two of you, a faint smile evident on the his lips. When the older doesn't say anything, Wooyoung turns his attention back towards you.

He tries to force his arms down to grab you, however, you take the rest of your energy into pushing him away from you. Wooyoung stumbles away from the sofa, San quickly grabbing him by the waist before he falls face-first on the carpet.

"Down, Bessie." You order, your tone nothing but playful as you point your finger down towards the floor. Wooyoung raises his eyebrows at you, allowing you to giggle for a few seconds, before he runs over to you. Another squeal escapes you as you grab his wrists again, your eyes shutting as you dissolve into fits of giggles.

"Wooyoung, calm down. Hurry and eat the lemon so we can go to bed." Mingi says, his tone a little harsh since he's overly tired.

"I'm trying! It's too sour!" Wooyoung exclaims, letting you off the hook for now and walking off. A faint sigh escapes your lips before you lean back against Yeosang. The older wraps his arms around your waist again and allows you to snuggle into him, plenty aware of your tired side slowly taking over you.

He takes his attention off of you and lifts his head to look at Wooyoung, a little smile tugging at his lips as he watches the younger continue to struggle with the lemon slice.

"Damn this, I'm going to bed. Someone tell me if Wooyoung died from the lemon in the morning." Jongho says, throwing in the towel and dragging himself upstairs and to the guest room where all his stuff is.

"There, I ate it!" Wooyoung exclaims, spitting the rim of the lemon in his hand and showing it to the half awake members. With a nod of approval from Hongjoong, Wooyoung makes a run for the kitchen, slipping a glass off the counter and filling it with water.

As he starts chugging the liquid down his throat in hopes of getting rid of the foul taste in his mouth and throat, San shuffles his way over to him.

"Alright, everyone to bed!" Hongjoong exclaims, getting up off the couch and jumping when he hears a faint thud from behind him. He quickly turns around, a little giggle slipping out of him when he takes in a sleepy Seonghwa who's looking around the room with his eyes half closed.

Hongjoong grabs the older's waist and pulls him up off the couch, tossing one of his arms around his neck before he pulls the older with him upstairs; the few remaining members following close behind the two.

After Wooyoung and San finally head upstairs to get some shut eye, Yeosang looks down at you, preparing to tell you to head up to bed, however, he quickly shuts up at the sight of you fast asleep against him. A content smile makes it's way onto his lips as he looks at your sleeping figure and he carefully pushes you off him.

He slips off the couch and hooks one arm under your legs and sets the other behind your back before he lifts you up, carrying you bridal style. He switches off all the lights downstairs before he makes his way upstairs, his body guiding him to your bedroom.

He carefully kicks open your door, his jaw dropping slightly at your cute and cozy bedroom, his eyes quickly shifting over to the anime figurines on the countless shelves on your walls. He had to use up all his energy into not touching your small gaming set up in the corner of your room; its not like he wouldn't go absolutely hysteric at your much larger set up downstairs.

He finally snaps out of his thoughts when he feels you shift in his arms, his legs quickly moving towards your bed. He lays you down carefully, pulling the covers over your body and tucking you in nicely.

"Sleep well, Y/N." Yeosang whispers, bending down slightly to plant a quick kiss on the crown of your head. He gives you a few pats on the head and makes his way out of the room, shutting the door behind him and shuffling to the room across from yours to get himself some shut eye.