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Don’t ignore me.
“Jagiya”
“Sieun ah”
“Baby.”
“I know you can hear me.” Wooyoung said.
Sieun huffed, refusing to give him any sort of entertainment. Studying for midterms was absolutely torture with Wooyoung around. It made things ten times harder. The guy wanted attention 24/7.
He didn’t mind giving him attention when he wasn’t busy—sure, he could do that. But it was like Wooyoung only wanted attention when he was studying.
It almost felt on purpose.
“What do you want?” Sieun grumbled, eyes focused on his paper, hand dragging quickly along the lines of his notebook. He didn’t even spare his boyfriend a glance.
That somehow only made him more annoying.
“No babe? No woo?” Wooyoung asked, his voice sounding hurt.
Sieun would’ve believed he was actually hurt if he didn’t use the same act every single time he wanted attention.
making his voice all pitchier and wounded just to steal one second of Sieun’s time.
Sieun wasn’t buying it this time.
A soft chuckle escaped from wooyoung lips, breaking the silence sieun had wrapped around them.
Wooyoung then shifted, resting his chin in the crook of Sieun’s neck. At that, Sieun stopped writing. His hand and pen stiffened—just for a moment. Silence continued to linger between them until Sieun slowly, almost too calmly, placed his pen down.
With an irritant sigh, Sieun turned his head just enough to hear and feel Wooyoung breathing. It almost tickled.
“Yes, babe. What do you need?” Sieun finally mumbled, locking eyes with Wooyoung, his eyebrows twitching in the process.
Wooyoung grinned at that, letting out a small, huffy laugh.
“You’re pretty, you know?” Wooyoung said, lifting his chin off Sieun’s shoulder. “All cute and mad. Are you mad at me, baby?” he added in a teasing tone, backing up just enough to get a good look at Sieun.
A satisfied glint appeared in Wooyoung’s eyes when he saw Sieun’s big eyes squinting up at him, lips pulling into a frown.
Sieun rubbed his temple.
“Woo, what do you want?”
Wooyoung didn’t answer. He simply backed up a little more, then dropped himself backwards onto Sieun’s bed, his legs stretching out.
He let out a long sigh, eyes fluttering shut.
“Come listen to music with me,” Wooyoung finally said.
“Let me lay on your stomach. Anything. Just, let me be close to you.” he murmured, his voice trailing off—almost desperate.
As needy as Wooyoung sounded, Sieun didn’t spare him a second thought .
“Not now, I’m busy,” he said, turning back to his work.
“Figured you’d say that,” Wooyoung hummed, slipping in his wired headphones into his ears. A pair he bought just to share with Sieun. He usually used Bluetooth ones, but those couldn’t be shared with.
The room fell silent again. Only the muffled music from Wooyoung's headphones filled the silence.
Sieun bit his lip at that, dropping his pen once more. He turned to look back at Wooyoung, who was now fixated on his phone, his attention no longer on Sieun. He looked calm despite Sieun “ignoring” him for most of the day. Despite getting his “cuddle with me” requests declined for the hundredth time.
He should be happy Wooyoung finally left him alone. He could finally study without interruptions. But he couldn’t shake the small feeling of guilt that lingered. To be fair, he had been ignoring him the whole day. Which didn’t even make sense, because he was the one who called Wooyoung to come over in the first place.
Because no matter how annoying he could be, he enjoyed having him around.
He liked the way Wooyoung would talk about anything—his favorite music, how his boxing session went. Anything.
Just him talking in that soft spoken voice of his made everything feel better.
More enjoyable than the silence he constantly wrapped himself in.
He enjoyed the music Wooyoung would play on his phone. Ones he genuinely believed helped Sieun study better—which, in some cases, did. But Sieun would never admit that to him.
He’d bother Sieun here and there, but Sieun didn’t mind it nearly as much as he made it sound. If anything, he liked it.
Just them, music and well, studying too.
Giving in.
After a while, Sieun rubbed his eyes and closed his notebook. He couldn’t focus anymore.
Quickly, he scribbled something down on a sticky note.
“Finish studies later”
“Make time for woo..”
He paused mid-write, nose scrunching as he scanned the sticky note.
Then, without much thinking he added one more line.
“Check his fingers.”
He nodded slowly, staring at the sticky note for a little before opening his notebook again and sticking it onto one of the pages.
Ruffling his hair, he stood up from his chair and pushed it back. Then he took off his hoodie, leaving only a thin white shirt behind.
“Wooyoung.” Sieun called out softly. His posture was stiff, face blank waiting for wooyoung to answer.
Sieun rolled his eyes when he got nothing in response. Honestly, his fault for thinking Wooyoung could hear him. The music playing was basically loud enough to be heard two cities away.
He stepped closer, tapping lightly on Wooyoung's thigh.
“Woo,” he called again.
Wooyoung flinched, lifting his head to look at Sieun. He pulled his earphones off, letting them fall onto his chest.
He sat up with Sieun now standing between his legs.
“Mmh? You done studying?” Wooyoung asked, his hands already reaching out, fingers gently brushing along the sides of Sieun’s.
Sieun nodded slowly. “Yes.”
He wasn’t done. But he wasn’t going to tell Wooyoung he stopped studying because he felt guilty or that he wanted to spend time with him. That would give Wooyoung way too much of an ego boost.
“Good. I missed you,” Wooyoung mumbled, his voice muffled as he nuzzled his face into Sieun’s stomach. His hair tickling sieun.
His hands, which had been touching Sieun’s fingers, slid up to his waist, rubbing soft, slow circles.
Sieun hummed at the contact, fingers slipping into Wooyoung’s hair to ruffle it gently.
“You’re really needy,” he muttered.
Wooyoung laughed, it was so breathy—it almost sent vibrations through Sieun’s body.
“You love me,”
Sieun didn’t respond, just rolled his eyes.
They stayed like that—Wooyoung rubbing Sieun’s waist while his face stayed snuggled against his stomach, and Sieun’s hand lightly scratching Wooyoung’s scalp.
It was peaceful.
Peaceful. until Sieun’s stomach growled, breaking the quiet.
Wooyoung lifted his head, looking up at Sieun.
Sieun looked embarrassed, a small blush dusting his cheeks as he avoided eye contact.
“You hungry?” Wooyoung asked, deciding not to tease.
Sieun nodded, eyes scanning the room—anything to avoid looking at Wooyoung.
“I knew you would be,” Wooyoung said, gently pushing Sieun to the side so he could get up. “I bought something when you called me over.”
“Stay here. I’ll go grab it for you, okay?” Wooyoung instructed, making his way toward the door.
“Wait.” Sieun mumbled, stopping Wooyoung by grabbing his hands. He felt around them until his fingers brushed what he was looking for.
Their matching rings.
He took a deep breath when he felt it. His lips curving up into a small smile.
“Hold up… baby.” Wooyoung said slowly, teasingly. “Are you checking if I still have my ring on?”
Sieun’s breath hitched. He quickly let go of Wooyoung’s hand, a small, shy blush spreading across his cheeks.
“No. Why would I?” he murmured, his voice coming out breathy.
Wooyoung chuckled. “Okay, Sieunie,” he said, stroking Sieun’s cheek before leaning in to kiss it.
“I’ll be back, pretty.”
Sieun nodded, watching Wooyoung leave the room. The door creaked as it shut behind him.
He exhaled again before letting himself fall back onto the bed.
“He still likes me…” Sieun mumbled to himself, eyes dropping to his own ring.
He rubbed it gently, lips quivering into a smile.
.
A few minutes later, Wooyoung came back into the room, carrying a bowl of food in one hand and a bottle of water in the other.
“Okay, here,” he said, placing the bowl gently on Sieun’s lap, then setting the water down beside him.
“It’s your favorite, jjajangmyeon.”
Sieun didn’t spare the food a glance. He just looked at Wooyoung, eyes softening.
“You got this for me?” he mumbled, glancing between the bowl and Wooyoung.
“Yeah,” Wooyoung chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s not that big of a deal, baby. Just eat.”
Sieun nodded.
Sieun began to eat, cheeks puffed as he chewed slowly, sneaking glances at Wooyoung from under his lashes.
Wooyoung watched him eat, reaching over here and there to wipe his mouth.
“Is it good?” Wooyoung asked, tilting his head.
Sieun let out a hum, taking another bite.
Last bite.
Sieun set the chopsticks down on top of the bowl and carefully placed it on the floor.
“Thank you, Woo,” he said softly, turning his head to look at his boyfriend. “It was really good.”
Wooyoung furrowed his brows, just a little as he reached out to wipe Sieun’s mouth again with his fingers.
“You’re welcome, baby,” he murmured after licking his finger clean.
Sieun let his head fall on Wooyoung’s shoulder, grabbing a handful of his shirt. “I love you.”
Wooyoung hummed, wrapping one arm around Sieun’s waist and pulling him close. “Don’t say that. You might hate me tomorrow.”
“I'm serious, I love you woo.” Sieun mumbled, his eyes shutting.
“Me too,” Wooyoung sighed. Then, after a pause, “Okay, come on. Let’s get you comfortable.”
Sieun whined. “Already? Are you sleepy?”
“No, I’m not. But you look like you’re going to drop dead,” Wooyoung laughed, already getting off the bed.
Sieun rolled his eyes. “I’m not tired.”
Wooyoung raised a brow. “Sure. And you secretly don’t steal my mints.”
“That was one time,” Sieun huffed.
Wooyoung didn’t reply. Instead, he bent down and gently took the socks off Sieun’s feet, setting them aside somewhere on the floor. He reached for the bowl resting near Sieun’s leg and placed it on the desk, making a mental note to wash it tomorrow.
“Okay, Sieun ah, you wanna sleep with that shirt you’ve got on?” Wooyoung asked.
“Yeah.”
“Okay,” Wooyoung said, scooping Sieun into his arms—his hands gripping firmly as he lifted him up. “And up!”
Sieun let out a soft gasp, quickly wrapping his arms around Wooyoung’s neck.
“What are you doing?” Sieun asked, looking up at him.
“Taking you to bed, baby.”
Wooyoung walked over to Sieun’s side of the bed, gently placing him down. He pulled the covers over him before circling around to climb in beside him.
Not even two seconds after he laid down, Sieun instantly clung to him, pressing his body against Wooyoung’s.
Wooyoung let out a soft chuckle, wrapping his arms around Sieun’s waist and pulling him close.
“You’re clingy when you’re sleepy.”
Sieun hummed. “I guess so.”
He brought his hands up to Wooyoung’s face, cupping it gently.
“You’re sweet,” Sieun murmured.
“You told me you hated me a few hours ago,” Wooyoung said, face deadpanned.
Sieun laughed quietly, giving Wooyoung a soft peck on the lips. “You wouldn’t let me study.”
Then he leaned in again, pressing a kiss on top of Wooyoung’s forehead. “I didn’t mean it, you know.”
Wooyoung looked down at Sieun’s lips, then up into his eyes before he leaned in—pressing their lips together.
Sieun let out a choked gasp. His eyes widened for just a second before fluttering shut. He leaned his head closer, deepening the kiss, almost instinctively.
Their mouths moved in sync, messy and rushed.
Wooyoung kissed just like he talked, firm and gentle. His lips moved slowly at first, testing, before getting more desperate. He tilted his head, deepening the kiss again, teeth lightly grazing Sieun’s bottom lip.
Sieun whined, his hand reaching up to cup Wooyoung’s face.
Wooyoung didn’t give him a chance to breathe. He hungrily slipped his tongue in, practically devouring him.
His hands gripped Sieun’s waist tighter, pulling him in like he still wasn’t close enough.
Sieun moaned softly, wrapping one leg around Wooyoung’s hip, his fingers curling in the fabric of Wooyoung’s shirt. He felt the heat building fast between them, his heart pounding in his chest like it was about to burst.
Kissing Wooyoung felt so, so good. Like floating. Like he was on cloud nine.
Wooyoung smiled mid kiss, his hands slipping under Sieun’s shirt, calloused fingers brushing against warm skin, wandering. He dragged his palms up Sieun’s back, feeling every little shiver.
Then reality hit.
Sieun’s eyes snapped open. Quickly pushing Wooyoung back.
“Okay, that’s enough…” he murmured, breathless.
Wooyoung frowned against his lips. “You talk too much.”
Before Sieun could protest, Wooyoung captured his lips again, softer this time but just as demanding. But it did last long.
“Woo stop it” Sieun whined, giving Wooyoung a light but firm push, enough to make him pull away.
“You’re so annoying,” Sieun hissed, wiping his lips with the back of his hand.
“Did I do too much?” Wooyoung asked, his eyes hazy, a small blush dusting his face.
Sieun scoffed, turning around so his back faced Wooyoung.
Wooyoung chuckled and wrapped his arms around Sieun’s waist again, tugging him close. His chin came to rest on Sieun’s shoulder, nuzzling in.
He inhaled deeply, breathing in the soft scent of Sieun’s body wash.
He smelled good. Like coconut and chamomile.
“Next time I’ll tie you up. You won’t be able to stop kissing me,” Wooyoung said, his voice teasing.
Sieun jabbed him in the stomach with his elbow.
“You’re disgusting. I’ll kick your dick.”
“Don’t threaten me with a good time, baby,” Wooyoung laughed.
Sieun turned his head slightly to glance down at him, mouth dropping open in disbelief.
“Freak!”