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Yeosang strode into his and Jongho’s newly shared room. They were in Australia for a couple of events. Well that’s what they all thought at first until their manager left them by themselves and they ended up at a luxcious house. They knew that they would be doing this for M2 but they didn’t think they would be doing it all by themselves. But after seeing the house and the nice trampoline in the backyard they had decided to ignore the bad feeling in their stomachs.
So here Yeosang was now, trying to control his giggles as he plopped himself down on their bed. They had just finished up one of their group missions. But he still couldn’t control his laughter. Jongho had kept telling him that he was going to do a good job so he could stay reverent. But as soon as Jongho had touched his feet and put water over them he couldn’t stay reverent any longer.
Yeosang tried to stay cool and collected he told himself multiple times to stay reverent but after one giggle passed through his mouth he couldn’t help it no longer. And it wasn’t helping when the latter applied the right amount of pressure on his soles. He had to laugh to cover up the moans that were going to erupt. It had felt so good, the feeling of the latter’s hands on his own. Maybe he was developing a little of a foot kink. But he hoped not.
He buried his growing red face into his arms. This was so embarrassing how he was getting riled up by just the thought of Jongho’s strong hands on his feet. He squirmed in his bed and flopped onto his belly. Luckily he didn’t get hard while everything was happening because how would he explain it to his members, the production crew, and even Jongho.
Jongho and him were close which came as a surprise to both of them. Yeosang was shy and introverted and Jongho didn’t feel the need to talk to others he liked to keep to himself most of the time. But when Yeosang was homesick or not feeling too well Jongho was always the first one to comfort him and Yeosang appreciated that from the younger. Yeosang smiled at all the memories of them cuddled up on the couch either watching a movie or just talking about anything that had came to mind. Sometimes even letting the comfortable silence engulfed them as they lay wrapped in each others arms. Fortunately, the other members never mentioned it when they walked in on the two.
Yeosang buried his face into his pillow and flared his arms around and screamed into the pillow. He was starting to get uncomfortable in that position and like he was thankful for earlier for not popping a big one, here he was regretting it because karma always came back to him. He hoped the production crew didn’t question it when they watched back the camera footage in his room.
“Yeosang” He stopped wailing on the bed for a moment and lifted his head up to stare at the door. “Yeah, hyung?” He shouted, shifting uncomfortably.
“Don’t forget to set an alarm for the morning. We have to get up early to do your mission.” Yeosang eyes bulged at Hongjoong’s words. Oh my gosh how did he forget that he had to talk to random strangers for a stupid mission. Look, he didn’t mind getting up early but to get up early to jog, and to talk to complete strangers. He was about to have a panic attack. The production crew were really targeting him with this one. Who cares if San has to swim with fishes or Seonghwa has to climb a fucking bridge. This was harder than both of them combined. This was going to be the hardest thing he has ever done in his life and one time he choked on a corndog.
He sat up from the bed and started pacing around the room. He tried not to glare at the camera right into the producer’s face. But just a glance at the camera shot his anxiety up. He started to do his breathing exercises that his mom had taught him. Most of the time it never worked but he really needed to calm down right now before he’s on the ground crying and barely breathing.
“1- 2- 3- 4- 5- 6- 7- 8- 9- 10-” He breathed out the last time at but like he had thought it didn’t really work that much. His mind flashed through the possible situations that were to happen tomorrow. He clutched his chest and closed his eyes. He did another set of the exercises. He was calming down but not that much. How were these assholes going to expect him to talk to strangers? He barely knew english. There was a knock at the door although he didn’t hear the faint sound. He squatted down to his knees and rubbed his hair. ‘Just calm down’ he kept telling himself. ‘You’re being recorded calm down.’
“Hyung? Hy- Oh fuck” Jongho took three strides across the room, squatted down to Yeosang’s level and engulfed him into his arms. Wrapping his arms around Yeosang’s stiff torso. “It’s going to be okay, sung. Look at me, It’s going to be okay I’m here now- sh” Yeosang started to calm down as he hid his face in the younger’s neck. Jongho continued to rub soothing circles on his back calming him down from his high. “Feeling better?” Jongho whispered now patting his shoulder. Yeosang nodded his head slowly and wiped his tears away.
“I don’t know what came over me I just..” Jongho shushed him by pressing his chest back into the older’s face. “It’s okay, hyung you don’t have to talk about it right now. I’m here for you and I want you to just calm down and breath okay?” Yeosang breathed in the younger’s pine scent and relaxed in his hold.
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The two were now cuddled up in their shared bed. Yeosang was in deep sleep while Jongho was awake holding Yeosang tightly against his body. He was worried for the older male he had wondered what had brought him into that state. He didn’t want to bring it back up to the other in fear of causing his stress to rise again. So he held him in his arms. Worried by letting go the older would break without him.
He stroked Yeosang’s brown hair and lightly pecked his forehead. It was just a friendly gesture as friends do. It wasn’t like he had hidden feelings for the older. No of course not. The thought of even having the tiniest bit of feelings for the latter made his toes curl. Sure he was closer to him than the others, and sure every time he saw the other it brought a smile to his face, and when Yeosang was troubled he felt troubled also but no. He did not have feelings for him. Impossible.
But that didn’t stop him into basking into Yeosang’s warmth and the sweet coconut scent he arose. “What are you still doing up?” Yeosang’s soft and raspy voice brought him out of his thoughts. Jongho moved his face out of his hair and stared at Yeosang’s tired face. He was so beautiful even though he had just woken up. Anyone could say Yeosang was beautiful how could they not. Did they even have eyes?
“Just couldn’t sleep. Go back to sleep, baby” He smiled and then he realised what he said. Yeosang smiled back at him fortunately not commenting on the pet name. “You keep sniffing my hair loudly I couldn’t stay asleep.” Jongho ground pressed his face back into Yeosang’s hair.
“Do you have a scent kink or something? Look I don’t kink shame or anything but-” Jongho nudged Yeosang to shut him up. Jongho smirked when he remembered the little sounds Yeosang made earlier. “Well do you have a foot fetish or something? Look I don’t fetish shame or anythin-” Yeosang covered his mouth with his small hands and Jongho licked the palm of his hand. “Eww, that’s gross Jongho.” Jongho shrugged as Yeosang hit his shoulder.
“I do not have a foot fetish” Yeosang whispered aggressively. Jongho chuckled at the older’s behavior. “Yeah I believe you. I totally didn’t hear you moan when I massaged your feet.” Jongho didn’t know where he got this confidence from but he didn’t really mind it.
Yeosang blushed and pressed his face into Jongho’s chest. “Shut up and go to sleep. I have to wake up early in the morning” He sighed trying to get comfortable. “Are you going to be okay for that?” Jongho asked smoothing out Yeosang’s curly brown hair. “For now I guess. You really make me calm” Jongho cooed and pecked his forehead. “I can walk with you instead of Joong hyung then if you want” Yeosang shook his head slowly. “No it would be too suspicious.”
Jongho chuckled. How was it suspicious when they weren’t even together. “Okay, hyung. Go to sleep” Yeosang whined and looked at the younger. “Only if our maknae gives me a good night kiss.” Yeosang smiled and turned his face more to the side so Jongho could kiss his cheek.
“The things I do for you.” Jongho shook his head in disgust and pecked Yeosang’s cheek.
“Goodnight, Jongho” Yeosang cooed finally getting comfortable in Jongho’s arms.
“Goodnight, sangie.”