Yesung Gets the Girl, Pt. 5
Title: Yesung Gets the Girl
Disclaimer: Not mine, not true.
Summary: Yesung isn't happy. Narsha wants to fix that. Someone else doesn't want them involved.
Pairings: Yesung/Narsha, HeeChul/Hankyung, EunHyuk/DongHae
Rating: PG
"They're all watching for you, now," Yesung said with a laugh after he'd related the conversation.
Narsha lifted her head from his chest, turning a little so her body pressed against his. "They are?"
"Yes. My friend insists he's been waylaid at least twice, by different people, and his roommate more often. Apparently a woman alone doesn't raise questions."
"I didn't see anyone on the way in," she said, and he grinned, kissing her.
Dinner remains lay scattered on the coffee table; they reclined comfortably on the couch, music playing soft on the stereo, lights dim (but not too dark).
"What's your schedule like tomorrow?" she asked after a minute, her head back on his chest.
"Light for the next few weeks," he said. "The guys in the Mandarin group are getting ready to go back. You?"
She shrugged, the movement doing pleasant things to his body, already hyper-aware of hers. "Busy, but not until later, starting around nine. Why?"
He smiled, and she shivered against him. "You asked first," he reminded her.
She chuckled. "So I did."
"However…" he said slowly, "if you would like to stay?"
Her slow smile made him shiver this time. "I thought you'd never ask," she said, and kissed him soundly.
They took their time, getting to his bedroom; Yesung didn't want her to feel rushed, but he still wanted her to know how much she meant to him.
And then all thoughts went right out of his head.
Narsha waited until she thought he slept, his breathing slow and even, before she slid out of his bed. Most of her clothes hadn't made it into the room, and the moonlight gave her enough light for the rest.
"You don't have to go."
She straightened to see Yesung sitting up in the bed. "I mean, if you want to… but you don't have to." The moonlight lay over his shoulders, illuminating his pale skin, and she licked her lips unconsciously. "If you don't want to stay in here, the extra bedroom is free and the bed made."
Narsha could hear a hint of his loneliness - possibly because it resonated so much in her. "You don't mind?" she asked.
"No," he responded softly. "Stay?"
She set the clothes she'd gathered next to the darkened turtle tank (he'd turned the light off when they'd gone in), and walked back to the bed. He held the covers open for her, and pulled her close when she crawled in next to him.
It took her a while to remember where she was when her phone woke her. It seemed like way too much of a hassle to get up, a firm arm around her waist, warmth at her back. Her phone stopped, and then started again.
"Ignore it," Yesung mumbled into her hair, and she relaxed against him.
Her phone fell silent almost long enough to lure her back to sleep, and then rang again. With a sigh, echoed by Yesung, she got out of bed, stumbled over, and answered it on her way back. "Hello?"
"Where are you?" JeA demanded.
"In a very warm bed," Narsha mumbled, curling next to Yesung again. He put his arms around her.
"Not yours."
"No," she said, and smiled. "What's up?"
"They changed the schedule on us. They want us there at 7:00."
Narsha groaned and checked the time on her phone. Her eyes widened. "I don't even have time for a shower!"
"Take one anyway," JeA said, and Narsha could hear her grin. "You'll make GaIn jealous if she smells him on you."
"Hey!" GaIn protested in the background.
"I told them we wouldn't be there until 7:30," JeA went on, amusement in her voice. "See you there."
Narsha hung up and cuddled closer to Yesung. "You have to go?" he asked.
"Yeah."
"You probably want a shower."
"Do you mind?"
He laughed, low and sultry. "No. And I'll even stay out here so I don't make you later."
She looked at him, surprised - and then felt his interest in her again. She smiled and kissed him. "I could…."
He shook his head. "Thank you," he said, and kissed her until she was breathless. "You'd better get going."
He moved first, and she followed, taking her clothes into the bathroom with her. The hot water did wonders, and she stepped out feeling much better. She noticed on the way to the kitchen that he'd cleaned up dinner from the night before.
Yesung sat at the table, sipping coffee, hair going in all different directions, and he looked up as she paused in the doorway. "Coffee?" he asked.
It smelled heavenly. "Please."
"Can you stay for a cup?"
She hesitated, watching him, and then had to remind herself that he knew. He understood. "I'd better not," she answered finally, regretfully.
He nodded, stood, and grabbed a travel mug next to ceramic mug on the counter, filling it from the teapot in the corner. "Black? Milk, sugar?" he asked.
She moved into the kitchen, an arm around his waist, leaning her head on his shoulder. "A little milk, two sugars," she said.
Yesung smiled at her, then fixed her coffee - milk and sugar already at hand - closed the lid, and handed it to her. "Thank you," he said.
She squeezed him gently. "Thank you," she said.
He walked her to the door, and then kissed her good-bye on the doorstep again. "Thanks again," she murmured, turned to go to the elevator, and stopped dead, face to face with Hankyung.
"Morning, hyung," Yesung said lazily, and she stepped past Hankyung (wow) and went to hit the button to call the elevator.
"Morning," Hankyung said. "Does she need a ride?"
"Nope," Yesung said with a smile, waving at her as the elevator door opened and she stepped in. "She's not going to SM."
Narsha waved as the elevator door closed, and then she sighed, contented.
"You gave her your travel mug," Hankyung said, stunned, as he followed Yesung into the apartment.
"She got called into work early," Yesung explained, picking up clothes as he went further in.
Hankyung just stared at him. "Where's work?" he asked.
Yesung straightened and smiled. "Is that really what you want to know?"
He looked so… incongruous, hair going in all directions and uncovered, a pile of clothes, apparently discarded (it had been a path!) in his arms, Hankyung had to shake his head to clear his thoughts. "No. Who is she?"
Picking up the last thing - a white tanktop - Yesung vanished into his bedroom, only to return a moment later and shut the door behind him. "Someone as lonely as I am," he said. "Who understands."
Hankyung sighed. "I didn't know you were lonely."
"You weren't supposed to know," Yesung said with a shrug. "That was the whole point. I worked hard to keep you from knowing."
"Why?"
"Because you can't do anything about it," Yesung said, and went into the kitchen. Hankyung followed. "You have a boyfriend who's jealous, a prima donna, and who dislikes me. A recipe for disaster if I ever heard one." He sipped his coffee and made a face at it. "I presume you were going somewhere?"
Hankyung's eyes widened. "Oh! Yes. Excuse me," he said, and fled.
At least Yesung didn't laugh until after the door closed behind him, when Hankyung couldn't hear him.
Disclaimer: Not mine, not true.
Summary: Yesung isn't happy. Narsha wants to fix that. Someone else doesn't want them involved.
Pairings: Yesung/Narsha, HeeChul/Hankyung, EunHyuk/DongHae
Rating: PG
"They're all watching for you, now," Yesung said with a laugh after he'd related the conversation.
Narsha lifted her head from his chest, turning a little so her body pressed against his. "They are?"
"Yes. My friend insists he's been waylaid at least twice, by different people, and his roommate more often. Apparently a woman alone doesn't raise questions."
"I didn't see anyone on the way in," she said, and he grinned, kissing her.
Dinner remains lay scattered on the coffee table; they reclined comfortably on the couch, music playing soft on the stereo, lights dim (but not too dark).
"What's your schedule like tomorrow?" she asked after a minute, her head back on his chest.
"Light for the next few weeks," he said. "The guys in the Mandarin group are getting ready to go back. You?"
She shrugged, the movement doing pleasant things to his body, already hyper-aware of hers. "Busy, but not until later, starting around nine. Why?"
He smiled, and she shivered against him. "You asked first," he reminded her.
She chuckled. "So I did."
"However…" he said slowly, "if you would like to stay?"
Her slow smile made him shiver this time. "I thought you'd never ask," she said, and kissed him soundly.
They took their time, getting to his bedroom; Yesung didn't want her to feel rushed, but he still wanted her to know how much she meant to him.
And then all thoughts went right out of his head.
Narsha waited until she thought he slept, his breathing slow and even, before she slid out of his bed. Most of her clothes hadn't made it into the room, and the moonlight gave her enough light for the rest.
"You don't have to go."
She straightened to see Yesung sitting up in the bed. "I mean, if you want to… but you don't have to." The moonlight lay over his shoulders, illuminating his pale skin, and she licked her lips unconsciously. "If you don't want to stay in here, the extra bedroom is free and the bed made."
Narsha could hear a hint of his loneliness - possibly because it resonated so much in her. "You don't mind?" she asked.
"No," he responded softly. "Stay?"
She set the clothes she'd gathered next to the darkened turtle tank (he'd turned the light off when they'd gone in), and walked back to the bed. He held the covers open for her, and pulled her close when she crawled in next to him.
It took her a while to remember where she was when her phone woke her. It seemed like way too much of a hassle to get up, a firm arm around her waist, warmth at her back. Her phone stopped, and then started again.
"Ignore it," Yesung mumbled into her hair, and she relaxed against him.
Her phone fell silent almost long enough to lure her back to sleep, and then rang again. With a sigh, echoed by Yesung, she got out of bed, stumbled over, and answered it on her way back. "Hello?"
"Where are you?" JeA demanded.
"In a very warm bed," Narsha mumbled, curling next to Yesung again. He put his arms around her.
"Not yours."
"No," she said, and smiled. "What's up?"
"They changed the schedule on us. They want us there at 7:00."
Narsha groaned and checked the time on her phone. Her eyes widened. "I don't even have time for a shower!"
"Take one anyway," JeA said, and Narsha could hear her grin. "You'll make GaIn jealous if she smells him on you."
"Hey!" GaIn protested in the background.
"I told them we wouldn't be there until 7:30," JeA went on, amusement in her voice. "See you there."
Narsha hung up and cuddled closer to Yesung. "You have to go?" he asked.
"Yeah."
"You probably want a shower."
"Do you mind?"
He laughed, low and sultry. "No. And I'll even stay out here so I don't make you later."
She looked at him, surprised - and then felt his interest in her again. She smiled and kissed him. "I could…."
He shook his head. "Thank you," he said, and kissed her until she was breathless. "You'd better get going."
He moved first, and she followed, taking her clothes into the bathroom with her. The hot water did wonders, and she stepped out feeling much better. She noticed on the way to the kitchen that he'd cleaned up dinner from the night before.
Yesung sat at the table, sipping coffee, hair going in all different directions, and he looked up as she paused in the doorway. "Coffee?" he asked.
It smelled heavenly. "Please."
"Can you stay for a cup?"
She hesitated, watching him, and then had to remind herself that he knew. He understood. "I'd better not," she answered finally, regretfully.
He nodded, stood, and grabbed a travel mug next to ceramic mug on the counter, filling it from the teapot in the corner. "Black? Milk, sugar?" he asked.
She moved into the kitchen, an arm around his waist, leaning her head on his shoulder. "A little milk, two sugars," she said.
Yesung smiled at her, then fixed her coffee - milk and sugar already at hand - closed the lid, and handed it to her. "Thank you," he said.
She squeezed him gently. "Thank you," she said.
He walked her to the door, and then kissed her good-bye on the doorstep again. "Thanks again," she murmured, turned to go to the elevator, and stopped dead, face to face with Hankyung.
"Morning, hyung," Yesung said lazily, and she stepped past Hankyung (wow) and went to hit the button to call the elevator.
"Morning," Hankyung said. "Does she need a ride?"
"Nope," Yesung said with a smile, waving at her as the elevator door opened and she stepped in. "She's not going to SM."
Narsha waved as the elevator door closed, and then she sighed, contented.
"You gave her your travel mug," Hankyung said, stunned, as he followed Yesung into the apartment.
"She got called into work early," Yesung explained, picking up clothes as he went further in.
Hankyung just stared at him. "Where's work?" he asked.
Yesung straightened and smiled. "Is that really what you want to know?"
He looked so… incongruous, hair going in all directions and uncovered, a pile of clothes, apparently discarded (it had been a path!) in his arms, Hankyung had to shake his head to clear his thoughts. "No. Who is she?"
Picking up the last thing - a white tanktop - Yesung vanished into his bedroom, only to return a moment later and shut the door behind him. "Someone as lonely as I am," he said. "Who understands."
Hankyung sighed. "I didn't know you were lonely."
"You weren't supposed to know," Yesung said with a shrug. "That was the whole point. I worked hard to keep you from knowing."
"Why?"
"Because you can't do anything about it," Yesung said, and went into the kitchen. Hankyung followed. "You have a boyfriend who's jealous, a prima donna, and who dislikes me. A recipe for disaster if I ever heard one." He sipped his coffee and made a face at it. "I presume you were going somewhere?"
Hankyung's eyes widened. "Oh! Yes. Excuse me," he said, and fled.
At least Yesung didn't laugh until after the door closed behind him, when Hankyung couldn't hear him.