Bffl (yoosung x seven/707)

Awkward

(Yoosung pov)

             I wake up and I dont open my eyes. I feel somebody's body under me. This is when I was in panic mode. I quickly open my eyes and stare at the body below me. It's Seven!, I thought. His hair was messed up, his lips slightly appart, snoring quietly.
              I can't deny that I was attracted to his state right now, I never knew he would he so peaceful when he slept. I imagined him with his mouth open wide and snoring like a dragon. But I never thought he would be like this.
             I felt my back get cold, so I looked down. My shirt, shoes, pants, and my boxers carelessly put on. I blush as I remember last night. I jump off Seven and search for my pants and shirt. While doing this I woke up Seven.
             I found my pants and put them on, not noticing Seven was staring at me or awake. I turned around and saw Seven sitting on the couch rubbing his eyes. He was shirtless and he hadn't put on his glasses.
              He smirked at me and stood up. "Morning." He said as he came over and wrapped his arms at my waist and pulled me close. I blush as he lifts my chin and kisses me. I almost start to kiss him back, but I grew angry.
             I push him off me, I quickly regret it. "S-sorry..." I say as he looks at me confused. I find the rest off my stuff and put them on, not saying one word to him as I left.

(Seven pov)

             I felt lonely after he left, I wanted him back with me. I went to my bedroom. I jumped onto my bed and thought about last night, Yoosung looked so adorable. He was all flustered and moaning every few seconds. I thought about what would happen if we went further.
             I close my eyes as I think, I could feel my pants get tight. I sigh as I get up and enter my bathroom. I got to take care of myself..., I thought to myself. Let's just say the bathroom was filled with Yoosung's name.

(Yousung pov)

             I don't even go home before I go to a café so I can wake up. The bell on the door rings as I enter. I scan the small place for anyone I know, or empty seats. I found Zen and Jumin sitting together. I walk over to them, sort of hoping to get advice.
            "Hey guys." I say as I wave lazily. They both look at me and Zen smiles, Jumin looks at my clothing and hair. "Could I sit with you guys?" I say looking at the seat across from them. "Sure." Jumin says as he takes a sip of his drink.
             "You look awful." Zen said as he clearly talked about my hair. "I stayed up late." I said. "LOLOL?"Zen asked. I blushed barely and nodded my head, thinking of last night. "Well just as I thou- wait." Zen said. I froze, "What is that?" He asked, circling an area on his neck. "Hic- I burned myself cooking last night." I said, quickly saving it.
             Zen smiled and chuckled, it turned into a smirk. "Then why are you blushing? And where are you hair clip thingies?". I didn't answer. "Oh, and you think I didn't notice that you're breath smells like buddha chips and PHD Pepper?" Zen said.
              "I snacked on some last night." I said trying to convince him I wasn't at Seven's house last night. "Last  but not least, *ahem* you are wearing Seven's shirt" Zen said. I blush hard and cover my face. "Just kidding!" Zen said laughing.
              "I hate you." I said scowling at Zen. "So do you like Seven, Yoosung." He said. I look at Jumin, signaling help. He is just staring at Zen smiling. Wow, he is smiling. "I think I do.....last night changed me..." I said sighing after.
                Jumin finally looked up, "last night?" He said listening. I panic, "U-Um...". "I have to go!" I say before leaving quickly.

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                I get home and quickly shut the door and lock it behind me. I sit down on my couch and get on my phone.

              I scroll through my contacts and go to Zen.

Yoosung: I am sorry about earlier...I will explain later! I promise!

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             It has been a week since me and Seven had the "Night of Our Lives". Seven hasn't called me, teased me, texted me, I am actually getting worried. We have been both in the group chat so I know he is alive but I don't know why I am worrying.
             I haven't told anyone, I don't want to actually to tell. I have been thinking about if we had met up again. If we had forgot about it and became better friends, or if we had become a. . . thing? Gah.
              I had been laying on my couch, my head on the arm rest. I was debating if I should, A: ask to come over, or B: leave it be. I was on the side of leave it be.
Just then I got a text, I turned on my phone and checked who it could be.
                Seven...I thought to myself. I opened the text message and read it.

707: Please speak to me...

                I decided I would respond.

Yoosung: Fine, I'll call you instead

                  I wait for my text to say read under it and pressed his contact and started to call him. It rung for a few seconds. He answered.
                "Hey." I said. "Hello." Seven said back, he seemed sad. "I am sorry about last week, I-I..." I start stuttering. "Can I come over?" Seven asks sort of begging. "Yeah, that would be okay, I guess.".

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Heyyyyy....I know I said I would post soon, but this week was CRAZY!!! Wonderful! I felt so tired by the end of the day I fell asleep...so here you go!