Season 2~
The only Kdrama on Wattpad-
Eight boys, eight stories, eight people who are just doing their best when the sun rises each morning, to push through the new day, and navigate the rough waters strewn before them that is 'life.'
Pushing throu...
A/N: Surpriseeee~ Couldn't wait another day to post this, because I'm so sorry (I'm not), but this chapter just cracks me up 🤣. I had far too much fun, oops 😬
Also, lmao, I posted, and as I went to edit this, i laughed as all of u legend readers just started popping up one after the other.
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An hour's run in the middle of the night, two cold showers and a stern self talking to later, Yunho rolled over in bed and groaned as the moment he closed his eyes, his mind instantly filled with thoughts of Mingi's bedroom...
Kissing him...
He was being plagued by frame by frame images of his lips tangled with his...
And more specifically...
His tongue...
His stomach was filled with butterflies, and his skin was so feverish that he was almost sweating...
But that wasn't what had driven him on a run around the neighbourhood block well past ten o'clock at night, nor what had driven him into the stream of freezing cold water in his shower, twice.
No.
It was the way no matterwhat he did, every time he so much as flashed back to that moment on his bed where they had breathed together... moved together... Tongues touching and melding against one another...
Yunho's eyes flew open, as his heart hammered in his chest...
He was once more, falling victim to feeling incredibly hot and bothered, in places he was absolutely not prepared to deal with.
Stop thinking about it, he instructed himself, putting an arm over his eyes and trying to settle down and sleep.
But not even a second had passed before he felt the way Mingi's hand had woven into his hair, and his chest had arched into him as he breathed against his mouth...
