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The next time Yeosang woke up was the next morning. Wooyoung must have stayed with him all night since he was still in his arms. Untangling himself from his best friend's grip, he was successful in not waking him up. Instead he just rolled over onto his other side. Making sure to fix the covers back once he was on his feet. Yeosang looked over at Wooyoung, smiling to himself at his peaceful and relaxed face. Brushing his red hair out of his eyes, revealing his forehead. Yeosang leaves a gentle forehead kiss, petting his head carefully before leaning back. Deciding to let Wooyoung sleep more, Yeosang thought he would head out and see if he could find any of the others.
More specifically a certain siren he’s anxious to see again.
It must have been too early this morning, well it seems no one is up yet. Which gives Yeosang an advantage because he really doesn’t feel like being interrogated on where he’s going. Making it to the basement with ease, he unlocks the many many locks the metal door has and opens it, walking down the one set of stairs. Luckily Mingi wasn’t down here yet and that means Yeosang gets a few minutes to talk to Jongho. Even if he can’t hear him or see him.
Jongho was still lying there, unconscious. The only way Yeosang knew he was still alive was by the beating noise of the machine next to him. Sitting down in Mingi’s chair and sliding it closer to the bed, all Yeosang could do was stare. Stare at the bandage that was wrapped around his torso. Stare at his peaceful, relaxed face. Not a trace of worry or concern visible. Without thinking, even though he could hear Mingi’s voice in his head telling him to wait until his hands healed, ignoring it Yeosang carefully reached out with his injured hand to him. Gently as possible trying not to hurt himself, he scooches his hand underneath the siren’s hand on top of his.
Yeosang just sits there in silence, too busy being lost in his own thoughts. With so much going through his head, he did fail to notice the hand on top of his twitch only slightly. Then not long after, a certain pair of eyes slowly opened. And a carefully hand squeeze, barely there but enough for it to not hurt and feel through his bandages. Yeosang felt his heart race, eyes widening in surprise but also relief.
“ Y-you’re a-awake. ” Yeosang stuttered out, eyes still in shock. All Jongho could do was chuckle. He had just woken up from a coma and yet he thought the hybrid was the cutest, all wide eyes and sparkly.
“ Cute. ” Jongho mutters under his breath, even if he was still a little loopy. He must not have been quiet enough because now the hybrid’s face is blushing. That just made the siren smile even more if that was possible.
“ S-so, I probably should go get Mingi. ” Yeosang says as he tries to pull his hand away and stand up to leave. But Jongho grabs his wrist, his hand gently wrapping around the hybrid’s wrist so as to not hurt him accidentally. Something that the siren would never forgive himself for if he did by accident.
“ Stay. Please. ”
Yeosang was secretly hoping that he could leave and he wouldn’t need to tell the siren how he felt about him. Maybe he didn’t feel the same. Maybe this crush was all in Yeosang’s head. To be honest, even the hybrid couldn’t put his feelings into words, not just yet. It scared him, terrified him even. But at the same time, if Yeosang didn’t tell Jongho he felt like he might explode.
“ I-I like you. Like a lot. And this might seem sudden but I couldn’t just keep this to myself anymore. I know you probably don’t feel the same but I just wanted to let you know, I guess. We haven’t known each other that long but I felt something when you were so gentle and sweet to me, especially Wooyoung when we first met… ” Yesang says as he keeps on rambling and rambling.
Of course, Jongho was quietly listening, not once interpreting the hybrid from his ramble. Well, it did seem like he had been bottling this up for a while now. The siren just watched the other talk, his hands moving at some points but not a lot. His deep honey was mesmerizing to hear. Jongho could listen to the hybrid talk all day and not get tired of it. Guessing he should stop him before his face turns even redder, Jongho reaches out his hand, sadly taking the hybrid’s hand off, and gently cups Yeosang’s face in his hand.
Once Yeosang was done and his heart racing when he finally felt Jongho’s hand on his cheek, he realized Jongho was looking at him with hearts in his eyes. Now it was the second time his face has turned red. Really needs to get a grip on himself around the siren.
“ I like you too. Like a lot. ” Jongho says. Repeating what Yeosang had confessed to him not that long ago. The two just stared at each other, no words were needed between the two of them. It was like time had stopped, no need to rush or to put a label on them. It was perfect for them, just how it already is.
Sadly, their moment got cut off by Mingi.
Immediately, the parted ways, hoping Mingi didn’t just see them.
“ There you are, I was wondering where you went. Oh! And Jongho, you're finally awake! I’ll get to you in a minute, okay. Come on, I have to change your bandages. ” Mingi says as he rushes to pull Yeosang with him over to another table. They were just relieved Mingi didn’t question them for the rest of the day.
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Hongjoong was getting down to business. He had been at his office all day, not once coming out. Even though Seonghwa did come in there to keep him company and eat his lunch at the same time. Also making Hongjoong eat too. Updating him on the two men in the basement and some other things. With the two of them cuddling on the couch in the leader’s office and sharing kisses after they ate. It was really nice to have some quiet time together with everything going on, it was rewarding.
“ I’ll leave so you can get back to work. Seonghwa says as he gathers up their trash and was ready to leave when Hongjoong grabbed him by his wrist. Of course making him drop everything and land on Hongjoong’s lap instead. Seonghwa gasped in surprise but was cut off by a pair of lips on his.
“ You’re not going anywhere just yet, my Star. ” Hongjoong says, almost in a whisper as leans up to place delicate kisses along his jaw. Warm, calloused hands wrapped around his slim waist. Relaxing in his hold, Seonghwa practically melts into a puddle of goo. He’s missed this. Missed the silent intimate moments they rarely get anymore. He was gonna soak up as much of it as he could.
Hongjoong was taking his sweet, sweet time. Trailing kisses from his jaw to his neck and collarbones. Wanting to cherish, borderline worship Seonghwa. They had all the time in the world, there was no need to rush anything. He could tell Seonghwa was just as affected as he was. But that was for another day. Maybe tonight if they aren’t too tired. To Hongjoong, Seonghwa was the most precious and treasured person in his life. Of course he loved his boys dearly, and would do anything for them. But when it came to Seonghwa. He turned into a whole different man, the complete opposite of what people see him as. They see him as the stone cold hearted leader who radiates power, respect and charisma. But not as the loving partner, a partner who loves deeply of what’s his. The partner who he keeps locked behind doors, only for the Star sitting in his lap to witness.
“ You’re so beautiful, perfect even. ” Hongjong mutters, lips grazing Seonghwa’s shoulder, muttering more praises into his shoulder. Having pushed back the shirt he was wearing to place even more kisses along. All Seonghwa could do was close his eyes, dipping his head back to allow Hongjoong more access. Once the leader was done with one shoulder, he moved on to the next one. Seonghwa’s hand is buried in the leader’s hair while the other one is resting on the couch behind the other.
Somewhere along the way, Seonghwa’s shirt was now discarded onto the floor behind them. Allowing Hongjoong even more access to his skin, hands caressing his sides up and down. Kisses upon kisses all trailing down his chest and stomach, it flexing with how much Seonghwa was breathing deep through his nose. Before they would advance further, they got interrupted by a knock.
“ Captain, are you in there? It’s San. I have some good news to share. And before you ask, it can’t wait. ”
Seonghwa could feel Hongjoong let out a sigh against his skin, making the older chuckle. Running his fingers there his hair on last time before getting up and putting his shirt back on. Even if he had to escape Hongjoong’s possessive grip, at least this time there were no handprints left behind. That’s for tonight.
The good news was that Jongho was finally awake. Even though he wanted to move from the bed, Mingi advised him not to move too much. Afraid he might open his stitches along his stomach. As stubborn as he was, Jongho listened to him only if Yeosang could stay with him. Mingi being slightly confused as to why but again deciding not to question.
Once everyone had left except Wooyoung, Jongho and Yeosang.
Wooyoung could see the faint blush and smile on his best friend’s face. He could already tell that he must really like the siren. With the way the two seem to be holding hands, well as much as Yeosang could, it was really sweet. Wooyoung was happy for his best friend, after all he found his one and only too. Deciding to leave the two of them behind, Wooyoung quietly stepped out and closed the door behind him.
" Ah! You scared me. " Wooyoung says sulking, his heart racing from being accidentally scared by San.
" Oh, I'm sorry. It didn't mean to. I'll make it up to you. If you let me give you cuddles. " San sincerely says, genuinely feeling guilty.
" And kisses? "
" And kisses. As you wish. "
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Mingi was most likely the only one who was beyond relieved that Jongho woke up from his coma. He really did think for a split second he was about to lose his best friend. The one person out of everyone that he has known his whole life. Mingi was the one who found Jongho, hurt and stabbed, unconscious in the alley way that night.
Seeing him like that again had brought back bad flashbacks. Mingi had bridal carried him to the hospital, using his hoodie to soak up the bleeding. His hands were covered in blood, so was his shirt. He was terrified on the inside, hoping the boy he found was going to be okay.
" Mingi, snap out of it. It's me Yunho. "
At hearing someone's voice that was trying to get his attention and it worked. Mingi finally recognized the voice as Yunho. His sweet, sweet boyfriend, who he loved and won't know what to do without. The two had been asleep since it was 4AM.
Bursting into tears, Yunho brings his boyfriend closer, his head resting on his chest. They both may be 6ft tall but that doesn't stop him from curling into a small ball, hiding himself in his boyfriend's arms. No words were needed between the two. Since this isn't the first time Yunho has had to comfort Mingi after a nightmare. It took a few minutes but Mingi eventually calmed down.
" Do you want to talk about it? If you don't, that's okay too. " Yunho says as he runs his fingers through Mingi's hair. All Yunho got from Mingi was a non verbal answer, shaking his head no. Tighten his arms even more around Mingi, the two of them fall back asleep.