- im gonna say "cringe warning" for this one as its a little different to my usual, not quite smut but not quite pg (quarantine is doing things to me), grace you can skip this one entirely -
Beep. Beep. Beep.
"Ugggh." Your arm lazily fumbled around in the darkness trying to find the alarm clock and to your annoyance, your hand couldn't seem to reach so you opened your eyes enough to locate the racket-
"OH MY GOD!" A reflex gasp left your lips.
There was a man.
In your bed.
"Yunho?" You relaxed slightly.
"Mmmm" His arms extend around your waist, and unbeknownst to him, sliped under your shirt.
"Yunho!"
He was contently oblivious to the situation, you however, had instinctively gone back to being stiff and uncomfortable.
"Yunnie!" He loosened his grip instantly.
You were looking at eachother, eyes wide with embrassment and fear.
It was wrong on so many levels.
At least, it should have been.
"I need to go." You stuttered, climbing out of bed.
Turning off the alarm as you got up, which had been a painful background noise to your encounter.
You then turned to leave.
An arm gripped your wrist.
"Wait-"
Slowly, your body pivoted towards the half-naked man lay in your bed.
"Stay, let's talk."
"Uh-" A smiled formed on your lips.
"Are you sure?-"
You slid back under the covers anyway, yunhos warm breath was brushing your face gently.
You gulped: "can I- ask you something?"
He nodded, calmly lifting your chin so he could take in all of your face.
"of course."
"why do you pretend-" insistant on letting you talk, he smiled, watching the thoughts process in your mind.
"-you're so different, this yunho right now, hes not the one I see out there-" you nervously gestured to the locked bedroom door.
"Why?"
He lowly laughed.
"I don't know. Its not who I am, at all. My friends-" He stopped for a second. Looking into your innocent eyes, he realised what he was doing.
Your skin was pressed together, and he could feel your chest moving up and down against his.
His hand was resting at the hem of your shirt, fingers grazing the skin of your thigh.
-uh, they um- they've always been like that, its just learned behavior."
intently listening, your teeth played with your lip, shuffling your hips closer to his, finding a comfortable position.
"but I don't like it either, it's just how-"
You tilted your head when he stopped talking.
His hand gripped your thigh, halting your movements.
You could no longer feel his chest moving in time with yours.
"Yunnie, stop." He whispered, his voice was hoarse.
"Wh-" You were stopped by his hand slowly traveling up your thigh and over your now exposed underwear.
"Dont tease me."
