The Main Man - Seventeen DK

*Epilogue*

In honour of it being Seungkwan's birthday today, with him and his toilet seat being such a vital part of this book, it's only right that the LAST EVER CHAPTER IN THIS STORY (not including a possible sequel) gets published today.

*six months later*

"I feel like doing something" DK announces, his arm casually slung around my shoulder as we sit side by side on the sofa watching one drama or another.
"Like what?" I say, tilting my head to meet his gaze since I'm sprawled across him, head resting on his chest. After everything that happened, we had a rocky month or so where we just got used to each other again, adjusting to all that had changed between us. Now though, we're even better than before - however cliche that sounds.
"I don't know. Explore? Go shopping? Enjoy life?" he shrugs.
"Hm, I think we should wander around, not do anything for the day. Go out for a meal, just potter" I suggest.
"That seems like a good idea" he smiles, saying it slowly as he thinks it through.
"Ok, what's the time?"
"Half nine" he replies, shovelling another spoonful of breakfast into his mouth.
"Aria's gone out to do whatever she does these days considering her schedule and such, the boys plan on spending their day downstairs or like us, not doing much right? So aim to be ready in half an hour?" I check with him.
"Pretty sure that's what they're doing. And yeah, sounds like a plan" he grins.
"Good. I'm showering." I say, hauling myself off of his warm and comfy body, grabbing my cereal bowl and dumping it in the sink before going upstairs. DK does the same, putting his stuff beside mine in the sink and following me up the stairs like a lost puppy.

I grab a hairbrush on my way into my bathroom, stripping down to my underwear after closing the door behind me. My pyjamas are in a pile on the floor as I let the water begin to run. I run the brush through my hair as I see the door open behind me, catching the action in the mirror.
"DK are you seriously doing this?" I groan.
"Doing what?" he says, coming to stand behind me and wrapping his long arms around my body. How I love his strong, smooth, warm arms.
"Go use a different bathroom! It's not like there aren't others" I tell him.
"But baby, this is my favourite" he whispers, mouth brushing my ear.
"Lee Seokmin. Use. Another. Bathroom" I say, turning around in his embrace to face him directly instead of looking at him in the mirror.
"But..." he whines, face going from seductive to pouty child in 0.5. All it would take is a stomping of the foot and he would be a literal toddler.
"DK, you were the one that wanted to do something today. I would've been perfectly happy staying in but no. Now I'm trying to get ready. In peace." I emphasise.
"I've changed my mind. We're staying in. Why do you always have to look so nice princess?" he whines.
"You're such a typical man. A girl in pants and bra is all it takes to make you a stupid hormonal jealous wreck" I say, rolling my eyes. I fail to notice the way in which he's stripped off his clothes, down to his boxers himself.
"Only you baby" he says gently, stepping into the shower and letting the warm water role down his body.
"But all my stuff's in the shower..." I groan, referencing my shampoo, conditioner and body wash.
"So's mine" he grins devilishly. "Come join me" he smirks, knowing I can't refuse. So soon my underwear joins his on floor, my body also soon joining his under the hot jets that drench us both.
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Eventually we reach the streets - admittedly fifteen minutes behind schedule but we're outside at least.
"Bus?" DK asks, his messy hair and soft gentle eyes making him even more beautiful in my eyes.

We had a rush to get ready since I was adamant we were actually going to do something today. And the only way to enforce it was to get him outside as soon as possible before I yielded to his wishes. Again. Curse him.

We shoved on our clothes, somehow lazily yet also being quick. We're both wearing jeans, highlighting his muscular thighs, with hoodies pulled over our top halves - one of his being the one I'm wearing though they're certainly not matching - with whatever top underneath. I wasn't really concentrating at that point. I have a pair of plain converse on my feet, shoulder bag slung over my arm. We have masks covering our faces since we want to keep our identity hidden amongst the crowds. Play at being an ordinary couple.