desire
/dɪˈzʌɪə/
noun
a strong feeling of wanting to have something or wishing for something to happen.
"he desired sex more than anything"
verb
strongly wish for or want (something).
"he never reached the relationship he so desired"
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The baron sure is one of the most beautiful boys I've ever seen but was the moan really necessary? Everyone turns to Wooyoung, who is completely red, eyes widened. His hand is in front of his mouth and I notice him shooting glares in San's direction, who seems to be smirking.
As if they have some type of bond.
"I'll use the restroom real quick-" Wooyoung stands up and practically dashes out, Mingi noticing something and immediately whispering it in Yunho's ear who is laughing in silence.
San bends his neck a few times, chuckles and he also stands up, "I'll look after him."
No one says anything against it, but the baron glares with the most intense stares as he watches San leave and finally turns to us, his hand brushing a blond strain out of his face.
"They dating?"
Mingi and Yunho immediately turn to me and I can feel their eyes on me while I look down and nervously fiddle my fingers around the white strings of my shirt.
Hongjoong clears his throat, "Why? Are you homophobic? Sorry if this is uncommon for your age but-"
"I'm pansexual."
Hongjoong coughs awkwardly, tucking his blue curls behind his ear while Seonghwa smiles at his boyfriend, finding him cute. The baron doesn't seem impressed and he slowly sits down at the end of the table, snapping his fingers.
Deborah who has just been standing there with a bright smile, instantly goes up to him, Hueninkai whispering something in their ears before Debo nods and heads out.
"Would you..." He's exactly beside me since my dumbass took the place next to him, "Would you mind sitting on the other end of the table?"
"Why?" Jongho asks but gets no answer and Hueningkai stares at me with his pretty eyes and I bite my lips, nodding.
He's intimidating.
Jongho beside me tries to hold me back but I shake him off and walk to the other end of the table, sitting there. I actually feel relieved, at least I'm distanced from him.
But when he now directly faces me, I gulp, he's as close as ever.
"No, but wasn't Yeosang the special request?" Hongjoong charges in, "Why sending him away-"
The baron doesn't look away from me, his eyes glued on me, "Right. Are you feeling better Yeosang?"
I only nod, my throat feeling horse so I don't even try to talk to him or anything.
