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SPOD
"SP, what do you want for Valentine's day?" OD fidgets, waiting for his boyfriend's answer. He spent lots of time getting courage to ask this, and it shows.
Especially in the attire OD wears right now, thanks to Yoo Sangah's idea.
SP hums, deeply in thought as he closes the book he was reading to give some attention to the young man standing a few feet away from him. "How about having you for today? Since you seem ready for that."
OD blushes as he pulls the hem of the virgin-killer sweater, a very failed attempt to cover his butt. The struggle, crowned by the red glow painting OD’s cheeks, lips and shoulders, put a smile on SP’s face.
Pulling OD gently, hands finding and guiding the young man to him, SP finally whispers. “You’re everything I could wish for. But after this pleasant surprise, I won’t let you get out of our bed today. How about that?”
OD reddens as the grip on SP’s shirt increases, but he still says what he rehearsed by himself. “Yes, this year I want you as my gift.”
SP says, thumb pressed against soft and pretty lips he desires so much. “Good boy.”
SangSoo
Yoo Sangah woke up early as always, but this time she didn’t leave her bed. She turns around to admire the figure sleeping peacefully at her side. Han Sooyoung’s steady breathing is the only sound she can hear in the silent room.
Better said, her lover’s breathing and Yoo Sangah’s perverted thoughts.
“Good morning, Sooyoung.” Sangah whispers, putting a lock of silky black hair behind her lover’s ear. The memory of last night still floats around, especially in the bedsheets.
Sangah slowly slides her index finger on Sooyoung, counting how many hickeys she left on her girlfriend's back, then whispers. "Beautiful… How long are you going to pretend you’re sleeping?"
Han Sooyoung groans and turns around to face Yoo Sangah, sulking. She doesn’t know “how?”, “when?” or “why?” but the fact that she is head over heels about Yoo Sangah still gives her a headache every time she gets butterflies, just by seeing her girlfriend’s smile. “Damn it, I must be going crazy. I don’t accept th- ngh!?”
Between hungry kisses, Yoo Sangah whispers. “Shush. Sooyoung, want to live with me?”
JungDok
Kim Dokja blinks, seeing Yoo Joonghyuk’s chest first thing in the morning. He got used to that, of course, but he still doesn’t believe it.
"If this is a dream, I don't wanna wake up."
Yoo Joonghyuk's face is blank but his eyes are full of mirth as he caresses and dips in to kiss the man wrapped in his arms.
"You won't get liquor chocolate anymore."
"Why? They're so good, I love them."
"Then, what's your name?"
"...Kim Dokja?"
"Wrong."
"Aren't you exaggerating now?"
"Yoo Dokja… We have been married for 5 years already and every time you eat those, you forget that."
"...You have a point, maybe I should stop."