Yeosang's POV

I don't really know how I feel right now, after the events that happened about half an hour ago. Wooyoung and I were having a lot of fun and I was glad to be getting to know him more. He listens well and is a quick learner so he was able to make the pasta easily. The flour being thrown at me really surprised me but I was quick to join in as it was funny and I wanted to muck around. When we both fell, my heart stopped and it scared me that I might hurt him by accident but he didn't touch me. Until he did. I don't really understand what happened exactly, it caught me completely off guard and it seemed like Wooyoung hadn't meant to do it either. He didn't cry out, didn't show me he was in pain and he told me that it didn't hurt but I'm not sure if he was just hiding it from me to make me feel better. His explanation for kissing me on my birthmark made me cry, taking over any worry I had for him being hurt. I can't believe he likes it that much that he would risk getting hurt to kiss it. It doesn't make any sense. After Wooyoung told me to go lay down, I went straight to my room and flopped down onto my bed.

That leads to me now. I was sitting on my bed, leaning against the headboard with my knees tucked to my chest. I had Toothless clutched in my eyes and I was struggling to fight back tears. My emotions were going haywire and I couldn't understand what was going on. The tears started to fall once again and I groaned thumping my head back against the wall. I sniffled and moved my arms away from Toothless, pulling my gloves off to air out my hands a bit. I tried wiping away my tears but they just continued to fall, so I just gave up. I still can't believe Wooyoung did that. It was incredibly nice and something I never expected. Jongho mentioned once that he thought it was pretty but mum and dad have always said it was ugly, no one has certainly ever kissed it before. Ugh, why does my brain have to be so annoying sometimes.

I must've lost track of how long I was sitting there for because before I knew it, there was a soft knock on my door. "Just a second," I called out, quickly putting my gloves back on and wiping my eyes with my sleeve.

"Come in," I said once I was finished.

"You doing ok," San asked quietly as he walked inside.

"Yeah. Sorry, I was just putting my gloves back on," I explained.

"That's alright. But I was talking about what happened earlier. Wooyoung said something happened and you were upset," he said gently. Oh, right.

"I'm ok," I said quietly. He gave me a gentle smile before walking inside, closing the door behind him.

"Are you sure? You can talk to me if you want," he said. I worried my lip slightly, contemplating if I should talk to him. It would help getting my emotions under control and understand how I'm feeling because I can't really decipher it. I shuffled slightly, leaning forwards and patting the other end of my bed before leaning back. San took the hint and walked over, sitting down across from me. After what happened a few days ago, San and I have gotten closer and I feel more comfortable around him. I can't be around Mingi much at the moment because there's still another 4 or 5 days that he can't mute my powers for and if I have him near me, I'm going to want to hug him.

"So, spill. What happened, cos Wooyoung didn't tell us anything other than he messed up and you're upset," he said. But I'm not upset with him, not really. I was just overwhelmed and confused. I hope he doesn't feel guilty.

"I'm not upset with him," I said quietly.

"Oh, he said you were. And it's kind of obvious that you've been crying," he said.

"I know. I'm not upset with him, I'm just. I don't know how to explain it, I just have a lot of emotions and it's just confusing me," I said with a sigh.

"You got overwhelmed," he said and I nodded.

"Ok, so what was it that overwhelmed you," he asked.

"He kissed me," I whispered, making his eyes go wide. Ok, yeah, I could've worded that differently.

"He what. Jung Wooyoung, I am going to kill you."

"N-No. Not on the lips, on my, my birthmark," I stuttered, no doubt going bright red in embarrassment. San paused and raised an eyebrow, his eyes flitting up to glance at my birthmark. I shifted slightly, moving so that my hair fell down a bit more and covered it. Just because Wooyoung likes it, doesn't mean anyone else will think it's anything but ugly.

"It is very pretty," he hummed, making me freeze.

"You shouldn't try to cover it up all the time," he said.

"Really? You mean that," I asked quietly.

"Of course I do. I wouldn't say anything I don't mean," he said.

"Did someone say something to make you think that it wasn't," he asked softly.

"My parents. Mum used to always say that it was ugly and that um. She said it was like my curse, something showing that I was a freak and I was dangerous," I said, looking down sadly.

"That's absolute bullshit," San said and I looked up to see him frowning.

"Wooyoungie said that they were wrong as well," I said.

"Is that why he kissed it? To show that he thought it was wrong," San asked me. I squeezed the plushie in my hands slightly before nodding.

"He shouldn't have done that but Wooyoung sometimes has trouble telling his feelings, he usually shows them through physical affection," he explained. I get that, I've seen the way he acts with the others.

"I know, it just caught me by surprise. I was worried it hurt him, but he said he was fine and it was barely a second," I said.

"I bet. So, what're you feeling? Like emotionally," San asked.

"Sad and happy at the same time, but also frustrated I think," I said, sighing and banging my head back against the wall.

"Hey, hey, don't do that," San said immediately. I glanced over at him to see him watching me worriedly.

"Let's take this one at a time alright. Why're you sad," he asked me.

"I dunno. I just. We were having such a good time and then everything got messed up and I never got to tell him that I wasn't actually upset with him," I said quietly.

"It's good that you guys were having a good time but nothing was messed up Sang. There was a misunderstanding and lapse in judgement but nothing was messed up. Wooyoung cares about you a lot and I know you care about him as well, everything will be fine. In terms of not getting to tell him, you can let him know later. Right now he's just worried about you," San said. That's a little reassuring at least.

"What about happy? Why're you feeling happy," he asked me. I blushed a little, shifting slightly as a small smile graced my lips.

"I really enjoyed today. I was a little sceptical at first but he made sure that I was comfortable and I even forgot about my curse-."

"Please don't call it that Yeosang. It's not a curse. Bad people get cursed and you aren't bad. You'll be able to control it one day and you'll barely be able to remember it was there," he said.

"I guess. Point is, I really enjoyed today. I learnt things about him and we got along well. I never expected to get along with him, given how loud he is but it's helpful. When we fell and he ended up holding himself above me, I was originally worried but I trusted him not to touch me and hurt himself," I explained.

"But he did. Does that mean you don't trust him anymore," he asked me. Interesting. It's true but for some reason I still trust him, I actually don't care.

"This is why I'm confused. I should be angry with him and not trust him, but I'm not. I don't care at all," I said with a frown.

"Ah. It makes sense I guess. We both know he wasn't trying to hurt you and had good intentions," he said.

"Yeah, maybe it's that," I nodded. I think I just don't want to be angry with him. It really is obvious that he has pure intentions.

"What about you feeling frustrated? Why is that," he asked. I paused and looked down, shaking my head slightly.

"That one doesn't matter," I said quietly.

"Nope, not happening Kang Yeosang. Tell me," San said immediately. He's going to think I'm stupid.

"Please Yeosang. I promise you can talk to me, and I'll never judge you," he said. There was some shuffling and I looked up to see him moving closer. I watched him closely, glancing down at his hands as he grabbed my blanket but he just moved it forwards more to cover my entire lap. He shuffled back more and laid down on his back, pausing so his head was hovering just over my lap.

"This ok," he asked quietly. I bit my lip nervously before slowly nodding. Last time he touched me through the blanket it didn't hurt him, so it should be fine. He gave me a small smile before lowering his head onto my lap.

"Talk to me Yeosang," he whispered.

"Wooyoung gave me a tiny kiss and I burst into tears. You need to be careful before laying your head in my lap, through a blanket. I'm frustrated that I have to do that. I wanna be able to be like you and Wooyoung. You both just randomly drape yourselves over each other and hardly bat an eyelid. I can't do that because the minute I do, whoever it is will be in a lot of pain," I said. I went to look down as I usually would but this time I just saw San smiling up at me dopily. I snorted slightly, unable to keep myself from chuckling despite how serious of a conversation we were having.

"I understand what you're saying. I would not last in your situation but you're doing so well Sang. This won't be forever, I promise you. We will figure out how to help you," he said softly. I hope so, I really hope so.

"I hope you're right," I said with a sigh. I felt a lot better and more relieved now that I've talked to him, so I'm glad that I have.

"You'll be just fine Sang-ah," he whispered. I furrowed my eyebrows as I noticed he didn't seem to be focusing much anymore. He was blinking slowly and he turned his head slightly in my lap.

"You ok," I asked slowly.

"Mhm," he hummed. It wasn't very convincing though as he squirmed slightly and struggled keeping his eyes open.

"What's wrong," I asked again.

"Nothing, everything's jus warm and you're really comfy," he said, yawning slightly. Oh, he's tired. That's kind of cute.

"You can um, you can sleep a little if you want," I told him.

"What," he asked, his eyes blinking open quickly as they had slipped closed earlier.

"You've probably had a long day and you're tired. This doesn't seem to be hurting you so you can sleep if you want. Plus, I'm not tired so I can make sure you don't accidentally get hurt," I said.

"Are you sure," he asked quietly.

"Yeah, positive," I nodded. He sent me another small smile before curling up slightly, tucking his hands to his chest as he rolled onto his side. I noticed his feet were bare, so I quickly grabbed the small blanket to my right and draped it over him. He reacted immediately and clutched the blanket in his hands, letting out a small sigh. I've never done this before. I've never has someone sleep against me. I've slept next to Mingi but that was for my benefit and I always fell asleep before him. San looks so cute curled up like this. It's funny how mere minutes ago he was all serious and helping me with my problems, and now he's drifting off in my lap. I made sure to stay as still as possible, not wanting to accidentally wake him up. This is so weird. I've never done this before. Is there supposed to be a warm feeling in my chest? And a feeling of protectiveness, like I'd do anything to keep him safe and asleep in my lap. I reached my hand down, hovering over San's hair as he slept peacefully. I wanted to run my fingers through it but once again, I can't. I bit my lip in frustration, looking around for a way to do it without hurting him. I got an idea and grabbed the end of the blanket that was draped over him and made sure it was covering my hand. I held my breath as I shakily reached out and lowered my hand onto the top of his head. I paused as it rested on his head, waiting for him to whimper and wake up because of the pain but nothing happened. So maybe blankets do block out my powers. I slowly begun to pat the top of his head, smiling happily as San nuzzled closer into my lap. After a few more minutes, I finally moved my hand away and tucked the blanket back over San's body. There was a knock on my door and I wanted to call them to come in but I didn't, not wanting to wake up San.

"Yeosang. Can I come in," Hongjoong called out. I glanced down at San in my lap and kept silent.

"Yeosang? If you don't reply, I'm gonna come in ok," Hongjoong said. Ok, that works. I stayed silent and a few seconds later the door slowly opened and Hongjoong poked his head inside. I watched as he furrowed his eyebrows before obviously noticing San asleep in my lap and he raised them in confusion.

"You ok," he asked slowly as he walked inside and quietly closed the door.

"He fell asleep," I said quietly.

"Yeah, I can see that. But how are you feeling? If you're uncomfortable, I can grab him and take him to lie down with Hwa," Hongjoong said softly.

"No, I'm ok. I said he could lay here," I clarified.

"That's good, I'm happy to hear that. He seems pretty comfortable," he said.

"Does he fall asleep with you very often," I asked him, making him chuckle lightly.

"If he falls asleep, it's usually with Seonghwa or Wooyoung but he's fallen asleep with me a few times," he nodded.

"Does it usually feel like this," I asked.

"Like what," he asked, probably confused.

"Like you want to protect him from everything and could just stay like this for hours," I asked. Hongjoong immediately chuckled again and nodded.

"Yeah, definitely. Sannie looks adorable when he sleeps and does Youngie and Jongho," he said.

"Why did you come here," I asked, remembering he came in before he saw San.

"I wanted to check up on you and make sure you were feeling ok. Wooyoung came and told me what happened," he explained.

"Oh. Yeah, I'm alright. I was a bit overwhelmed but I talked with Sannie and I feel a lot better now," I said.

"Is there anything else you want to talk about," he asked.

"Not really. I just wanna talk to Wooyoung because I think he thinks I'm mad at him but I'm not," I said.

"He does, but I'll let him know what you just told me and you guys can talk a bit later.

"Thank you Hyung," I said.

"I guess I'll let you be then. Enjoy having the sleeping baby on your lap," he said with a grin as he got up and walked towards the door.

"Um Hyung," I said quickly. He paused and turned back around to look at me.

"Yeah, what's up," he asked.

"Can you please grab me my laptop. It's on the desk there. I want to watch a movie but I don't want to move around and wake him up," I said.

"And where do you expect to put it," he asked me with a smile as he looks down at San pointedly. Right, that's a slight snag in the plan.

"Um, I didn't really think about that," I admitted.

"Here, why don't you just play some games on this for a while," he said, holding something out to me. My eyes went wide as I realised it was a phone in his hand. I was never given one, so I just expected that no one else had one. Perhaps it's just me though.

"Does everyone have a phone," I asked quietly.

"No. I'm the only one that does because I'm the leader and I sometimes need to contact staff," he replied.

"Oh, ok. Thank you," I said, grabbing the phone from his hand.

"All good. Just call out if you need anyone," he said. I nodded in reply and opened the phone that had no password. There were a bunch of apps on the phone, though I recognised none. I've never had a phone before so it's not a surprise that I don't know any of the apps. I opened a random app that had black and white rectangles. It was called White Tiles 3. It took me a few minutes but I eventually got the hang of it and got immersed into the game.

Wooyoung's POV

I was glad that Yeosang wasn't upset with me but it was really lucky that he didn't mind. It was such a stupid thing to do and I know the other's are quite annoyed with me. Hongjoong got angry and scolded me, and rightfully so, while the other's just seemed disappointed. San went to go talk to Yeosang and he hasn't come out since but Hongjoong told us that San had fallen asleep in the room.

That was around 3 hours ago. Now I'm sitting on my bed and reading a book. There was a knock on my door and I quickly told them to come in. The door opened and in walked San.

"Good sleep," I asked with a small smile.

"Yeah, it's great. His lap is so comfortable," he said. His lap?

"What do you mean his lap," I asked in confusion.

"I fell asleep with my head in his lap," he said. Hold up, what?

"You're kidding me right," I asked, standing up as my voice raised slightly.

"N-No. I-."

"I'm not angry with you Sannie," I said quickly, understanding immediately that he was getting worried.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have raised my voice, but I'm not mad at you. I was just surprised," I explained.

"Oh, right. Well, I laid a blanket over his lap and laid down on it so we were fine," he said.

"I'm glad you had fun," I said softly. I'm glad I didn't scare him off too much.

"Yeah, it was good. I also came to tell you that Hongjoong Hyung wants to talk with you," he said. Great, another lecture.

"Thanks Sannie," I said, kissing his cheek gently before we walked out of my room. Sannie went into his room, while I went into Hongjoong's room. He was there, along with Seonghwa, Jongho and Mingi.

"Sit down for me Young-ah," Hongjoong said, patting the bed between him and Seonghwa as the other two were sat on chairs. I walked over and sat down, fiddling with my hands in my lap as I wondered what they wanted to talk about.

"I know we talked about what happened earlier but I wanted to discuss it a little more," Hongjoong said.

"Ok," I said quietly.

"I talked to San and he said Yeosang was perfectly fine, but he was really overwhelmed with what happened and couldn't make sense of his emotions. He's not mad at what you did but because of what you did, he was upset and frustrated," he explained.

"We know you love physical affection, but Yeosang has boundaries and we all agreed to stick to them. It doesn't matter if you think it's nice, you need to always ask," Seonghwa said.

"I know," I replied with a sigh.

"Do you? Do you really." I looked up to see Jongho frowning angrily.

"Jjong, calm down," Hongjoong said.

"No, don't tell me to calm down. He was reckless, and stupid," he said. Excuse me!?

"I was not. I was trying to be helpful," I said angrily, making him scoff.

"Wow, great job with that," he said.

"I didn't mean to make him cry," I said quickly.

"You never do. It's always an accident whenever someone get's hurt because of you and you're always just mucking around," he said, standing up. Is he seriously getting angry at me for this, when not even Yeosang did?

"Guys, tone it down and stop arguing," Seonghwa said quickly.

"He was upset and I wanted to make him happier," I said, standing up as well and swatting Hongjoong's hand away.

"And yet you made him cry," he yelled.

"I didn't mean to," I yelled back.

"Boys that's enough," Seonghwa said.

"I've told you, I was just trying to help make him fe-."

"Well you should stop trying to help people. All you do is just mess everything up way more," Jongho interrupted me. I was shocked at his words and they actually hurt a lot more than he probably realised. I desperately tried to keep the tears from forming in my eyes but it wasn't working so well.

"He said his birthmark was ugly and his parents said it was a curse for being a freak, so I wanted to make him feel better," I whispered.

"Jongho I swear to g-."

"It didn't help at all Wooyoung. You're just so damn lucky this didn't set him back even further for your stupidity," Jongho said, cutting off Hongjoong. All I wanted to do was make him feel better. I'm not good with words, my love language is physical affection and I forgot for just a second. The tears finally begun to fall at the Maknae's harsh words and I sniffled.

"Hyung?" I clenched my eyes closed for a second, blinking away some tears before opening them again.

"Youngie, baby," Hongjoong whispered. I glanced back to see him standing behind me, his eyes sad.

"I'm gonna go lie down," I whispered, not trusting my voice to talk any higher. I felt a hand on my wrist and immediately recoiled from Jongho's touch. He will apologize and I will end up forgiving him but for now, his words just hurt a little too much. I walked towards the doorway, going to open the door but my entire body froze and I couldn't move.

"Let go of me. HYUNG LEAVE ME ALONE," I screamed, knowing Hongjoong was using his powers on me. I need some time alone, I don't want to screw anything else up. I begun to sob as he immediately let me go and I hurried out of the room. Before I could get very far, arms were wrapped tightly around me and I was pulled close to a body.

"It's alright baby, let's go cuddle for a bit. You haven't messed anything up alright, Jongho just can't control his temper." I don't want to talk to him, not for a while.

"That's ok, let's go sweetheart." I allowed Yunho to pick me up and I quickly wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist, clinging to him tightly. As we were walking to his room, we walked past Yeosang's room and I saw his head sticking out, a sad look on his face. I immediately looked away and hid my head in Yunho's neck, not wanting to risk hurting or upsetting Yeosang any further.

"You haven't hurt him Youngie, he's just worried for you because he heard the yelling. He feels bad but don't worry ok. Everything will be alright." If you say so.

"I do. You need cuddles right now, so I'm going to give you cuddles." Ok Hyung, I'm happy with that. He carried me all the way into his room before closing the door and flopping down to the bed with me still in his arms. He rolled over so he had me tucked into his arms, and his leg flopped over my waist.

"This is what you wanted, right baby," he whispered, kissing my cheek softly.

"I'm not San, Yunho. Cuddles and kisses don't magically make everything ok," I pointed out quietly.

"I know. But you still need this so you can be looked after while the other's calm down. It's no secret that you love cuddles and they help you relax," he said. I sniffled and tried to stop the tears from continuing to falling but it was no use. Yunho immediately lifted his hand and brushed the tears away as they fell.

"Do I really just make things worse," I asked sadly.

"Youngie. Jongho regretted his words the minute he said them. He has a bad temper and that is no excuse, but he can't control what he says sometimes. He doesn't believe what he said, he just said something he knew would hit hard," Yunho told me. I know that, I really do. But I just wish he wouldn't do that because it does hurt.

"I know it hurts and I wish he wouldn't do that as well but he's still learning. Nothing he said was true," Yunho said. Little shit, stop reading my mind. Yunho chuckled and ruffled my hair fondly.

"Sorry. I have a habit of doing that if someone is upset because I know you guys like to hide your feelings sometimes," he explained. I gave him a small smile to show I appreciated it before cuddling closer in his arms.

We sat comfortably like that for a few minutes before there was a hurried knock at the door.

"I don't wanna talk to them. We can talk later," I whispered, feeling Yunho nod in reply.

"Go away. We'll come out in a bit," he called out. His words were ignored as the door swung open and we sat up to see Seonghwa standing in the doorway looking panic.

"We can't find Sannie," he rushed out. Shit.

A/N

I decided to give you guys Chapter 12 a little bit earlier, after I stuffed up the order of the previous two chapters, so here you are!

Who thinks Jongho was a bit of an ass here? Or do you agree with what he was saying?

What do you think happened with San and where do you think he went?

Thank you for reading and I hope you all enjoyed it!