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It was more than a little distracting, the way Soobin’s plush lips slotted against yours so deliciously. It was rare that you had anywhere private to yourselves, and seeing as you were almost desperately keeping your relationship out of the eyes of your collective roommates. You had learned to take advantage of every second you had alone. There was little you loved more than curling up in his lap, winding your fingers into his hair, and having a good old-fashioned make-out session.
“How long do we have?” He murmurs, lips trailing along your jaw.
“He’s supposed to be at Tae and Hyuka’s all night.” Your voice is practically a moan, and you can feel him grin against your skin. “You know the moment he finds out we are so in for it, right?” He groans, dropping his head to your shoulder and tightening his grip on you.
“Maybe it won’t be that bad.” He reasons, fingers absently trailing up and down your legs, which were thrown over his lap. He pulls his face away from you, leaning his head on the support of your bunk to look at you properly. “I mean, he loves us both.” You nod, head lightly tapping the wall behind you.
“Wouldn’t you be pretty fucking upset if your two closest friends started dating?”
“Especially if they did so behind your back.” The screams let out by the two of you at the sound of a third voice joining you could probably have been heard throughout your whole dorm hall. Soobin somehow winds up on the floor, one of his legs still up on your bed, and both of you stare wide-eyed at the man who had interrupted you.
Yeonjun stands in the doorway, arms crossed, looking into your shared dorm with a mixture of disgust and disappointment obvious on his face. He takes in Soobin on the floor for a moment, then turns his attention to you, scowling when you offer him a smile.
“Hey, roomie,” You call sweetly, “Fancy seeing you here.”
“You both fucking suck.” He finally says, shaking his head as he casually steps over Soobin, heading towards his desk. “I guess now I know why you assholes never wanted to hang out together with me.” He snatches his wallet from his desk, spinning back to the two of you. “I mean, I thought you hated each other.” Soobin sits up, pulling his foot from the bed.
“Yeonjun-”
“And you two nasties didn’t even hear me come in.” He shudders a little, shaking his head again.
“I mean, we were a little distracted.” Soobin remarks, cheeks blazing. Yeonjun turns his scowl on his friend, “I’m gonna stop talking now.’’ He curls in on himself, hiding his face in his knees. You lean forward instantly, patting Soobin’s head in comfort.
“Good choice.” Yeonjun huffs, “I can’t fucking believe you fuckers.” He sighs, shaking his head. “I fucking hate you.”
“Why, cause it’s us or cause you’re still single?”
“Fuck you.” The glare he shoots you is totally worth it. “Although I suppose I should thank you.”
“What? Why?” You immediately wonder, sitting up properly. Yeonjun finally smiles, his mischievous grin making you uneasy.
“I just won a bet.” He admits, tucking his wallet into his pocket.
“What?” Soobin’s head shoots up, “What bet?”
“I’ll explain tomorrow, when you two tell me how this happened.” He gestures between the two of you, “I’m going now, stay in your bed and use protection.” The pillow you launch at him bounces harmlessly off the door.
“Ass!” You call.
“Night, lovebirds.” He calls from the other side.
“You okay?” You ask Soobin, once he finally peels himself from the floor, only to collapse onto the bed, his head landing on your legs.
“My life flashed before my eyes.” He admits, scrubbing a hand down his face. “It was so boring.” He cracks a smile when you laugh, opening one eye to look up at you, “Told you it wouldn’t be that bad.”
“Oh, hush.” You squish your hand into his face.
“Make me.” He closes his eyes once again, puckering his lips at you. You lean down, hovering just over his face, but making no further move to kiss him. “Come on, don’t be mean.” Instead of his puckered lips, you kiss the tip of his nose, making his face crinkle, “Not exactly what I was hoping for.” You sit back, watching him for a moment.
“Go lock the door.” You order, tapping his forehead.
“Can I have a proper kiss?” He asks, giving you his big puppy eyes.
“You can have whatever you like if you lock the door.” A huge grin spreads across his face, and you swear he’d never moved faster.
Yeonjun would definitely regret letting the two of you stay in the room that night, but hey, he got free pizza out of it, and answers, so maybe it wasn’t too terrible of a trade off.