surreal. [kpop oneshots]

knmt yoshinori - a second wouldn't hurt

pairing: yoshi x reader / idol!yoshi x idol!reader

warnings: 2nd person,they kiss um... IDK it sounds kinda suggestive but it's supposed to be romantic im sorry , ,,

wordcount: 790 words / blurb

The way his hand softly brushed through your soft hair and your content sighs made him want to live in the moment forever. But really, any moment with you was one worth reliving for the rest of his time. Your eyes fluttered shut; you were getting tired. He brushed a stray strand of hair out of your face. Yoshi felt a sudden sense of pride. You were his, as he was yours. He shifted on the bed as a deep breath escaped him, his thoughts slowly slipping into negativity. As much as he wanted to knock them right out of his head, he knew your members would be looking for you by now. Just like he could hear Jihoon and Hyunsuk asking about himself. Yoshi only felt his heart tighten when you slithered your hands around his waist, snuggling into his chest further. You could feel his muscles tensing and your hands moved in soothing motions on his back. He showed no sign of relaxing, but leaned into your touch.

The way Yoshi's beautiful eyes immediately softened at the sight of you looking up at him, a bit dazed and very much sleepy, had you melting into his arms. As angelic as Yoshi's sighs sounded, you felt a pang of emptiness twinge in your heart. You weren't oblivious to the situation. You felt every buzz of your phone from each one of your group members, knowing you've been with Yoshi way past your 'assigned' time. As much as you wanted to tell them to stop bothering, you knew it just wasn't fair. They didn't know, after all. They had no clue you were in the Treasure dorm, cuddling with the boy that was your everything. They had no clue you had been visiting him every night, at exactly 6 PM, on your supposed 'nightly walks'. Usually, you would be gone by 7:30, but after extra work hits you hard, you need just a few more minutes with him. A few more minutes turned into a few extra hours, and you knew you had it in for you when the clock struck 10 PM. The sheets rustled as you reluctantly peeling your arms from his torso and turning to the edge of the bed. Yoshi's head snapped up, a look of disappointment crossing his face. Silence stood in between the two of you but it soon walked off as the sheets once again gave the small shuffle noise, Yoshi moving to wrap his arms around your waist. You did nothing to hug him back.

"I need to go." But you didn't push him away either.

"But you don't want to," Yoshi buried his face into your neck. You could feel him sucking in deep breaths. He only does this when he's holding back tears. "You said... You'd never leave."

"I'm not leaving," You said almost immediately, "I... Yoshi, it's already 10. They're going to find out if I don't go..."

"Then let them know," He said desperately, "I don't care what everyone else thinks. If the world turns against me, then..." His voice trailed off, knowing it just couldn't happen. Not when he's just debuted and you're still a trainee; it was a recipe for disaster. After a pause, Yoshi shakily let out a breath, and you felt your shoulder wet with what could only be his tears. "Please. I can't do it like this anymore."

With a sigh of his name, you turned around quickly, cupping his cheeks with both your hands. You captured his lips with yours, and he spent no time pulling you closer. He kept his arms tightly secured around your waist, trying to keep your bodies as close as possible. All Yoshinori wanted was to feel your warmth, to feel your heart beating erratically against his chest, to feel your breath as you pull away from the kiss to catch your breath. All he wanted was you. But he knew, eventually... He would have to let go. He can't keep latching onto you, pulling you back every time he knew you had to leave. It would only leave you both shattered, either with a broken heart or a broken bank. He knew, as a senior of you, a trainee, he had to be the one to end this. As the third oldest in Treasure, one of the most promising 4th generation groups of all time, he couldn't be the one gambling their reputation, but here he was. The tears that once stained his face were back and flew like a broken dam.

A second more wouldn't hurt, because a second was all you had left. Neither of you would ever feel that second of loving passion because a hard slam on Yoshi's door revealed your manager.