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"What the fuck has Jaehee been teaching you? Your improvement is incredible."

Saeran was back to training with Yoosung, and the latter was showing off all the new things he had learned in the group training with Jaehee.

It had been three days since their picnic on the mountain, and since then Saeran had had the poster of Rika and V removed without hesitation.

Saeran swung at Yoosung again, but he ducked and punched Saeran's stomach lightly, not wanting to re-injure Saeran's barely-healed ribs.

It was late, nighttime, and after dinner, but Saeran was restless so he dragged Yoosung to the training room the practice.

When they were done, grinning foolishly at each other, Yoosung earning several compliments from Saeran, they were both tired.

As Yoosung was about to walk to the dorm though, Saeran grabbed his arm.

"Wanna come to my room?"
It was too dark in the hallway for Saeran to see Yoosung's tomato-red cheeks. He nodded shyly, and then followed behind a smug Saeran, who hid his smirk well.

Saeran's room was just like Yoosung remembered, and his eyes immediately found the bottle of cologne, which was now on Saeran's bedside table.

Saeran pointed to the bathroom.
"Shower. You smell," he teased, and Yoosung nodded meekly and walked into the tiled room, closing the door behind him.

...

Saeran yawned, getting up to check on Yoosung, who'd been in the bathroom for a while. However, just as he was opening the door, he realized that he had forgotten to knock, and showering usually meant you were nude.

Saeran froze as his eyes met Yoosung's bare skin, pale and glistening with water droplets as he stood in front of the mirror, hands running through his damp hair.

Saeran gaped like a fish out of water for about three seconds before Yoosung turned, noticing he was no longer alone, and let out a strangled cry of surprise, eyes wide as his hands flew down to cover himself.

The leader snapped out of his trance and abruptly slammed the door shut, suddenly breathing hard, the image of Yoosung sticking in his head, his long slender legs, slightly muscled chest and stomach and then... the other regions that Saeran had seen.

A blush fanned over Saeran's cheeks and he blinked rapidly, mortified, but also feeling a skip in his chest.

Inside the bathroom, Yoosung stood, frozen, embarrassment flooding over him in the form of a blush, reaching his ears and jawline.

Yoosung stared at the door, as if expecting Saeran to suddenly burst in again.

He pulled on sweatpants quickly, hesitating before slowly opening the door to peek out into Saeran's room.

The white-haired rebel lay on the couch, clutching a pillow to his chest, staring at the ceiling. Yoosung was tempted to bolt of the door right then and there, but Saeran noticed him standing and bolted up.

"Yoosung, I'm so sorry that was really fucking stupid of me. I really didn't mean to." Yoosung took a deep breath, then forced a smile.

"It's okay."

"It's not, but thanks for saying that. Please don't hate me."

"I don't- I won't."

Saeran stepped closer, eyes locked on Yoosung, who was looking anywhere but Saeran.

"However..." Saeran said softly, his low voice making Yoosung look up, "You're really beautiful."

Yoosung's eyes widened, and he inhaled sharply. He froze as Saeran slowly wrapped his long, warm fingers around Yoosung's forearms, his thumbs slowly sliding back and forth of the soft, bare skin.

Yoosung sighed softly and closed his eyes, giving into Saeran's sweet words and touch. He stepped closer to Saeran, and the leader bent down to rest his lips on Yoosung's neck, just below his earlobe.

Yoosung shivered and opened his eyes, meeting Saeran's bright mint optics. Yoosung exhaled and it blew across Saeran's chin, and suddenly their lips collided, and Yoosung's mind exploded into bright lights.

Not only was this Yoosung's first kiss, it was the glaring realization of his sexuality, which, to his surprise, had probably been blatantly obvious to everyone but him.

Saeran, on the other hand, had known as a fact that he was gay from the very first time he saw Yoosung, laying in the snow, cold, unconscious, and beautiful. He hadn't paid much attention to liking someone beforehand, and Yoosung was the first person that had ever caught his attention.

When they pulled apart, Yoosung smiled shyly, but Saeran turned away quickly and went into the bathroom. Yoosung frowned, confused, and watched as Saeran touched a finger to each of his eyes, and then put something in a small metal pot on the sink.

When he tired back, he looked Yoosung straight in the eye. Gold. His eyes were gold. Deep, warm, with hues of amber and yellow and they looked like sunshine. Saeran crossed back to Yoosung and smiled.

Yoosung stared into Saeran's new eyes, lifting his hand and tracing a fingertip lightly under Saeran's eyes. "Gold?"

Saeran blinked, and then looked away shyly. "This is their true color. I wear contacts. Also, my real hair color is red... do you like them?"

Yoosung grinned, "I like you." He leaned in, inviting Saeran back. Saeran pushed into Yoosung's lips harder, and the younger guiltily pulled away.

"Sorry..." Saeran said breathlessly, even though he really wasn't. He guessed it was okay if Yoosung was overwhelmed. But he wanted to go faster, wanted to make up for all the time that he missed, just getting by on fantasies.

Suddenly, Yoosung was off the floor, in Saeran's arms, and was then placed on the couch. Saeran situated himself behind Yoosung, propped up by an elbow, looking down at the blonde.

"You like me?" He questioned. Yoosung nodded. Undoubtedly.

"Good," Saeran murmured, and kissed Yoosung again, hand resting on his bare, pale chest. As his kisses moved down Yoosung's neck, Yoosung felt his breath quicken.

"Don't wanna go... hah~ too fast." Saeran pulled away and winked. Again, he wasn't sorry.

After a few more kisses, Yoosung settled in the curve of Saeran's side, the leader slowly running his hands through Yoosung's blonde hair.

"I'm sorry for being so sudden," Saeran whispered.

"It's alright. I've had some kind of feelings for you for a while."

"Really?" Saeran looked genuinely surprised.

"Yeah... anyway, why do you wear contacts? I love your gold eyes."

Saeran's expression hardened, and his eyes filled with pain for a brief second, so quickly disappearing that Yoosung almost didn't see it.

Saeran laughed humorlessly. "I guess we both have tragic backstories. I'm not sure if I'm ready to share mine yet."

"That's okay." Yoosung tried to look sympathetic, even though he really wanted to know.

"You deserve to know... and since we'll be invading soon, it's likely that I'll have to face him again."

"Who's... he?"

"My twin brother. Saeyoung."

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HEY HEY HEY! Qotd: do you ship it? ;) chapter 17 is gonna introduce Saeran's Tragic Backstory™ :) love you all, please leave a vote and/or a comment!