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writetomyheart2016-01-19 03:28 pm
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[team five] sexiled
So after a hectic few days, I finally managed to get something out. Please enjoy.
To hide his shock, and embarrassment, at finding Kyungsoo and Baekhyun sexing up his couch, Jongin quickly turns on his heel and slams the door behind him. His heart is racing and he doesn’t think he’ll ever erase the image of Baekhyun bent over the arm of his favorite couch from his memories no matter how many brain cells he kills with hard liquor. A shudder rushes through him and Jongin frowns, staring down at his feet.
He can’t very well turn around and waltz back into the apartment after that spectacular exit. But now he doesn’t have anywhere to stay for the night either. Jongin runs a hand down his face, squeezing his eyes shut tight and blinking them open before pulling out his phone. Most everyone he knows is already at home for the night and Jongin doesn’t fancy interrupting any of them because Kyungsoo couldn’t keep it in his pants until he made it to his bedroom.
Jongin is about to give in and just take his chances that Kyungsoo and Baekhyun are clothed when the door of the apartment across the hall creaks open. Jongin swallows.
“Everything alright?”
Jongin can feel his ears burning and he tries not to look like he’s drooling when he rakes his eyes up his neighbor’s body. Yifan is dressed down, clearly ready to turn in for the evening from the look of his soft cotton pants and plain shirt thrown on top. His blond hair is unstyled, falling in his eyes and Jongin just wants to curl his fingers in the strands.
“Sexiled,” Jongin replies meekly when he realizes that he should probably answer.
Yifan clucks his tongue, shaking his head with a hint of a grin on his shiny pink lips. Jongin orients on them, licking over his own lips. It’s unfair that Yifan’s mouth is so tempting, so luscious, so -
“I have a couch,” Yifan offers, cutting off Jongin’s dangerous train of thought. “I can’t promise you’ll get a good night’s sleep, but at least no one will be naked.”
“I wouldn’t want to impose,” Jongin says weakly, trying his best not to let it slip that he wouldn’t mind at all if Yifan wanted to walk around naked.
“You’re not. Besides, it’ll be easier in the morning to pop across the hall.”
As Jongin pretends to weigh his options, a loud thump in his apartment has him jumping away from the door and rushing right inside Yifan’s apartment without any further hesitation.
“I hope you don’t mind the mess,” Yifan chuckles, gesturing to the pile of decorative pillows on his couch.
Jongin flicks his eyes from the couch to Yifan, sliding his eyes over the way his pajama pants fit around his thighs. Nope, Jongin doesn’t mind at all.
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To hide his shock, and embarrassment, at finding Kyungsoo and Baekhyun sexing up his couch, Jongin quickly turns on his heel and slams the door behind him. His heart is racing and he doesn’t think he’ll ever erase the image of Baekhyun bent over the arm of his favorite couch from his memories no matter how many brain cells he kills with hard liquor. A shudder rushes through him and Jongin frowns, staring down at his feet.
He can’t very well turn around and waltz back into the apartment after that spectacular exit. But now he doesn’t have anywhere to stay for the night either. Jongin runs a hand down his face, squeezing his eyes shut tight and blinking them open before pulling out his phone. Most everyone he knows is already at home for the night and Jongin doesn’t fancy interrupting any of them because Kyungsoo couldn’t keep it in his pants until he made it to his bedroom.
Jongin is about to give in and just take his chances that Kyungsoo and Baekhyun are clothed when the door of the apartment across the hall creaks open. Jongin swallows.
“Everything alright?”
Jongin can feel his ears burning and he tries not to look like he’s drooling when he rakes his eyes up his neighbor’s body. Yifan is dressed down, clearly ready to turn in for the evening from the look of his soft cotton pants and plain shirt thrown on top. His blond hair is unstyled, falling in his eyes and Jongin just wants to curl his fingers in the strands.
“Sexiled,” Jongin replies meekly when he realizes that he should probably answer.
Yifan clucks his tongue, shaking his head with a hint of a grin on his shiny pink lips. Jongin orients on them, licking over his own lips. It’s unfair that Yifan’s mouth is so tempting, so luscious, so -
“I have a couch,” Yifan offers, cutting off Jongin’s dangerous train of thought. “I can’t promise you’ll get a good night’s sleep, but at least no one will be naked.”
“I wouldn’t want to impose,” Jongin says weakly, trying his best not to let it slip that he wouldn’t mind at all if Yifan wanted to walk around naked.
“You’re not. Besides, it’ll be easier in the morning to pop across the hall.”
As Jongin pretends to weigh his options, a loud thump in his apartment has him jumping away from the door and rushing right inside Yifan’s apartment without any further hesitation.
“I hope you don’t mind the mess,” Yifan chuckles, gesturing to the pile of decorative pillows on his couch.
Jongin flicks his eyes from the couch to Yifan, sliding his eyes over the way his pajama pants fit around his thighs. Nope, Jongin doesn’t mind at all.
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