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When Zen woke up the next morning to a text from Yoosung, he almost fell off the sofa he was sleeping on when he saw the name on the screen.
[10:41] Yoosung: Hey, I know you probably don’t need any help moving back in, but I’m free this afternoon if you need me 😊
If he “needs” him?
No—Yoosung didn’t mean it that way. Although, looking at it more… could it?
What was he talking about? Of course, he didn’t.
Zen tried to picture the evening: him and Yoosung going food shopping; helping with the laundry like a couple or something; the heating wouldn’t have kicked in yet so they would have to snuggle under a blanket—
Yes—Yoosung would cuddle up to his side, lips quivering, Zen would warm them up…
Zen’s lips tingled thinking about it. He unintentionally let out a small groan that made him jump out of his own imagination. He blinked as he was thrown back into reality.
He got up and went for a jog to clear his head, leaving the text from Yoosung to reply to later.
*
It gets to around twelve o’clock when Zen remembers the message again, only to find that it had already been replied to.
Goddamit! Why did he leave his phone unattended in the living room all morning?! He was glad he wouldn’t have to put up with anymore of Seven’s shit for much longer. Zen couldn’t believe the conversation “him” and Yoosung were having:
[9:41] Yoosung: Hey, I know you probably don’t need any help moving back in, but I’m free this afternoon if you need me 😊
[11:30] ZEN: Come over whenever you want, cutie ;)
[11:55] Yoosung: Omg Zen! I’m blushing…
Blushing? No, Yoosung blushes at everything. So, was he blushing because he thought Zen was hitting on him? He should probably tell him that Seven sent that. But before he could get one letter in, Yoosung sent him another text.
[11:56] Yoosung: I’ll be over around 4:00
[11:56] Yoosung: I’ll make kimchi if you want
That is so cute. They really would look like a couple if he did that. Maybe when Yoosung was cooking he could go up behind him and kiss his neck…
But Yoosung doesn’t like him like that! Zen looked at Yoosung’s texts again and got an idea.
[11:58] ZEN: Do whatever you want, cutie ;)
He just wanted to see his reaction.
[11:59] Yoosung: Z-Zen~
[11:59] Yoosung: Y-you’re making me feel funny~
He stutters in his messages? Has he always done that? How could he have missed something so cute?!
Wait—if Yoosung knew he was flirting with him, did that mean that he was okay with it? Did that mean he liked him? Sure, Zen’s flirted with many girls before and he knew all the signs when they were interested, but this was a guy—more importantly, this was Yoosung. Yoosung had little to no experience in this sort of thing.
Okay, one more test:
[12:01] ZEN: Looking forward to seeing you ;)
The reply came within seconds.
[12:01] Yoosung: Ditto ;)
Zen nearly threw his phone across the room. There was no doubt, he definitely flirted back.
Him and Yoosung…
“You okay, Zen?” a voice from over his shoulder asked, startling him again.
“DUDE! Stop doing that!”
Seven just snickered and came round to sit next to Zen on the sofa.
“Texting someone?” the teasing the came back.
“You mean you were texting someone.” Zen shot back, deciding that that sounded better in his head.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Seven said nonchalantly.
Zen shook his head. “Whatever…”
“Anyway, just letting you know that I’m needed somewhere and won’t be back for the rest of the day. Basically, just leave whenever you want.” Seven said in his usual cheerful tone.
“Oh, okay, cool.” Zen responded slightly taken aback to actually have a normal conversation with this guy for once.
“Okay, see ya~” Seven blurted out as speedily got up and made his way out of the room.
“Wait, were are you going exactly?” Zen knew he wouldn’t get a proper answer, but it was worth one more try whist he was still here.
“Defender of Justice, 707, will defeat the evil corporation for trying to take away said justice!”
Zen laughed at Seven’s cartoon-superhero-narrator-voice and shook his head again. Guess he’ll never get a straight answer.
“Of course.” Zen played along.
Seven (literally) skipped out the room leaving Zen alone in the bunker.
*
Zen thanked and waved good-bye to the repair company and closed the door. He grabbed a blanket and snuggled up on the sofa, waiting for the heating to fully kick in. Pulling his phone out his pocket, he checked the time: 3:54pm. Six minutes until Yoosung gets here. Zen’s heart skipped as he grinned subconsciously. Before he could even turn the TV on, there was a knock on the door.
Zen’s eyes widened. He’s here! He threw the blanket off himself and shivered slightly. He quickly glanced at himself in the mirror as he made his way to the door; something he hadn’t done before.
Practically throwing the door open, he was met with heather eyes like a late evening sky.
“Er, hi.” Yoosung stuttered with a nervous smile.
Zen took a few seconds to take in the sight in front of him. Yoosung was wearing: a blue, knitted hat with a white pompom dangling off it; a light blue puffer coat; wrapped up nicely with a purple scarf with stars on it. Despite it being cold outside, his cheeks were dusted with a warm flushed pink.
Zen had never seen anything so adorable in his life.
He coughed to regain his composure, channelling his cool persona. “Hi, come in.” Holding open the door for the younger man, he flashed him a killer smile as he walked pasted him into the apartment.
Yoosung leaned against the wall next to the door and breathed out an exhausted sigh. “It’s freezing out there.” He commented, looking up at Zen through his lashes.
Zen’s breath got heavier as he soaked up the sight of Yoosung. “Sorry, it won’t be much warmer in here for a while. You might wanna keep your coat on.” He told him.
Yoosung chuckled. “I think I’ll be okay.” He took off his coat and scarf and slipped off his hat.
Zen laughed at Yoosungs hat hair. “You look like a lion.”
The blond laughed along with him and let Zen run his fingers through his hair to neaten it up. Their eyes locked. Zen’s other hand ran down Yoosung’s arm and took the coat and scarf from him—eyes still holding each other’s gaze.
Zen dropped his eyes to Yoosung’s neck where his pulse beating almost visibly. His hand in Yoosung’s hair froze and they both took a quiet moment to stare at each other. Zen gulped. Was this happening? The soft hair on Yoosung’s head became tangled in Zen’s fingers as he inched closer to the bond.
“Zen?…” Yoosung asked; the rest of the question silent and lost in s shaky breath.
“Yoosung…” Zen answered and slotted their lips together.
Shivers went down both men’s spines once their lips touch which mad them pull back slightly to collect themselves. A hum escaped Zen as he rested his forehead against Yoosung’s, relishing in the memory of those lips.
“D-did that just…” a small voice squeaked as the question died on his tongue.
“Yeah…” Zen breathed out
The air felt thick round them even though they had barely kissed.
“C-can we…”
Zen hummed in response and locked their lips together again, moving them this time; encouraging Yoosung to move along with him. Everything about Yoosung was delicate to him at this point; it made him want to savour everything about him. Yoosung kissed back, slow and gentle; Zen wanted to speed up the pace a bit, but decided to let Yoosng set it as he was new to this.
The hand holding onto Yoosung’s coat dropped it to the floor and pushed the purple-eyed-man until his back hit the wall. A small moan escaped Zen which made Yoosung whimper; it only stirred Zen forward, ignoring the mental note to Yoosung decide the pace.
However, Yoosung seemed to like Zen taking control of the kiss and ran his hands up Zen’s toned abdomen to res on his chest. Zen got greedier under the other man’s touch and bit his bottom lip. Yoosung moan at the sting on his lip as Zen slipped his tongue into his mouth. Possessiveness surged through Zen as he realized he was the first to hear those sounds—he could be the only one to ever hear them—he wanted that.
Yoosung’s head weakly tilted back against the wall to give Zen more access—no—giving himself to him. Before it could be too much for both men to keep control of themselves, Zen pulled away for air.
Shallow breaths filled the room and Yoosung gathered all the strength he could muster to wrap his arms around the back of Zen’s neck to pull him into a hug. Zen responded by wrapping his arms around Yoosung’s waist. They stayed like that for a while in comfortable silence.
The silence broke with Yoosung’s breathy voice. “I’ve waited so long to do that.”
A smile formed on Zen’s face. “Really?”
“Yeah, I’ve liked you for a while now.” Yoosung mumbled before burying his head in Zen’s shoulder to hide his blush.
“I’ve just realized my feelings for you.” Zen whispered in his ear. Yoosung squirmed at the breath in his ear and Zen kissed down his neck. Sighing, Yoosung leaned his head against the wall again to allow Zen to bite and suck on the junction between his shoulder and his neck.
“You’re a good kisser by the way, cutie.” Zen mumbled against his skin.
“Z-Zen!” Yoosung whined, embarrassed.
Zen lightly chuckled and bit down onto Yoosung’s flesh. Yoosung’s knees went weak; only being held up by Zen and the wall. He let out a loud moan and bucked his hips against Zen.
The older man moaned against him and moved to his ear. “We should probably stop.” He panted.
“Yeah.” Yoosung breathed. As much as he wanted to continue this, he knew it could turn into something he wasn’t ready for yet.
Pulling away from Yoosung, Zen lead him to the sofa and picked up the remote. He turned to him “It’s much warmer in here now.” He winked.
A bright blush burned on Yoosung’s cheeks and he hid his face in his hands. “Zeeeennnn!” he whined again.
Zen laughed and held Yoosung to his chest where he stayed for the rest of the evening—well—until they remembered why Yoosung was supposed to be there in the first place.