Yein sits in the train, looking out at the window. He can't sleep even though it's already 1 A.M.
—I can't sleep—
from: Wooseok
to: Yein
—Same, Sir—
from: Yein
to: Wooseok
—I miss you—
from: Wooseok
to: Yein
Yein puts down his phone, sighing. Wooseok says everything bluntly, it makes Yein's heart beating messily. Wooseok may send those sweet things without feeling anything to Yein at all. It may just the sweet talk, and Yein regrets everything. He shouldn't have let Wooseok to enter his heart from the first day.
He sighs again, closing his eyes.
—I miss you too—
from: Yein
to: Wooseok
***
The phone rings loudly, waking Wooseok up from his sleep. He groans, searching for his phone on the nightstand. "Hello," Wooseok greets sleepily. "I'm here,"
Wooseok opens his eyes, finding himself has been sitting on the bed. "Seon Yein?" Wooseok asks. "I'm here, Sir," Yein asnwers softly. "I'll be there in 10 minutes! P-please wait." Wooseok gets out from his bed, searching for his shirt. Once he already wears the clothes, he runs out off the room after taking the keys, phone, and wallet with him.
His chest feels like it's gonna explode soon. He'll finally meet Yein.
***
Yein is waiting for Wooseok. It's 3 A.M and Yein is alone at the station. He keeps waiting, trusting on Wooseok that the other would come as soon as possible.
A car shows up in the entrance and the driver parks the car right in front of Yein. Wooseok's car? Yein watches the person rushing to open the door and walks to Yein without any words from him. "Sir Wooseok?" Yein squints his eyes. Damn bad eyesight, Yein feels his eyes are worse than before. The person gets closer to him and suddenly he feels hands on his cheeks, cupping them and bringing him forward.
Their lips are connected. It feels rushed, but doesn't make Yein uncomfortable at all. Yein closes his eyes, feeling the soft lips on his, the sweet taste, and the scent. It's all calming Yein's sense. He parts his lips, submitting to the person who's kissing him.
Yein's sure, he's 100% sure, from the scent and from the touch, it's Wooseok. Wooseok explores Yein's mouth, getting the dominance without even fighting for it. Yein grabs Wooseok's shirt, holding to it like his life depends on it.
Soft moans are heard from the younger, making Wooseok smiles to the kiss and pulling the kiss apart. They pull slowly, didn't want to end the kiss but it has to. Yein opens his eyes, meeting Wooseok's fond gaze. Wooseok's smiling making the younger's face red. Yein's going to say something, but Wooseok quickly wraps his arms on Yein's waist loosely. He rest his head on Yein's shoulder, sighing heavily. "Sir?" Yein asks, bringing his hand to grab tightly on Wooseok's shirt and the other hand is stroking the other's black hair.
"I'm sorry, please stay like this for a minute,"
Yein keeps quiet, doing what exactly Wooseok's requested. His hand can't stop from stroking Wooseok's hair and it's calming Wooseok.
"Yein, I'm sorry,"
Yein nods, "it's okay,"
Wooseok sighs again, then inhaling Yein's scent. "Let's go home," he whispers, but doesn't make any effort to let Yein go.
"Sir, why did suddenly you want me to be back?" Yein asks. "There's a lot of problems. I..." Wooseok stops, hesitating, "I can't solve all of this without you,"
Yein smiles, also burying his head on the crook of Wooseok's neck. "I'm here," he whispers.
