Kyungsoos POV
"Taekwoon-ah," I whined in a soft voice, crawling onto his lap. It was the first time we've been alone together in ages. He gave me a soft glare and a huff of fustration but I knew he couldn't be mad; he always melted when I gave him my pouty eyes. The elder looked away to avoid my eyes. "I'm watching a show, kid." I pouted and climed off slowly. His glare made my heart race. "Mian oppa," I commented, taking note of the slight red tint on his cheeks. "I just really miss you... I didn't mean to bother you," my sweet voice echoed to his ears. I knew I had him like putty in my hands as I slid of the couch with a genuine pout and teary eyes. "Y-Yah Kyungsoo... come back I didn't mean it," I just shrugged and made my way up the stairs. I knew that no matter how I made him feel, he genuinely did want to watch television more than be with me. The thought made my heart ache. "Kyungsoo." His voice came from behind surprising me, his strong warm touch covering my body with a tight hug and his soft lips pressed to the skin of my neck as he rested his head. The embrace caused a smile to creep onto my lips. "I love you. I'm sorry I haven't paid attention to you much," he mumbled softly. "I love you too Taekwoonah."
The older moved his lips along my neck making my cheeks burn red before whispering in my ear, "let me make it up to you."
