Their First Night - One Shot
Title: Their First Night
Fandom(s): SERAPH-im
Pairing(s): Tolf
Rating: NC-17
Genre: IDEK…PWP?
Word Count: 2,125 words
Warnings: Awful!English
Author's Notes: I swear I was trying to get into Kemaru even in SERAPH-im, but well, they ship Tolf, so I ship Tolf :3 Sorry for the horrible title, but then again, I’m horrible with titles. Eh, no beta, sorry if it’s a little more choppy than ever, it’s hard to beta smut :3.
P.S. If you guys need to know who the main characters in this fic are, look at these two pictures :) -> Photo 1 , Photo 2
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The members of SERAPH-im decided to visit Golf's house after practice that day, discussing future dance covers and reviewing their practice for that day. After coming to a conclusion, they dismissed themselves with a warm goodbye from and to every member, before one by one leaving Golf's house. Golf was still in his temporary trance he had been in all day long, making Top help lock the door after the members for him.
“You made a little too many mistakes today.” Top whispered, left hand intertwining with Golf's before giving it a squeeze. “You all right?”
Golf slightly jerked at the contact and quickly retrieved his hand, standing up to widen their gap. “I'm-I'm fine.”
Top frowned at Golf's reaction, taking a step forward to close up the distance between them. “What's wrong?”
“Nothing! Don't come closer!” Golf groaned as Top refused to listen, backing him up against the wall.
“Tell me, I know there's something troubling you and it annoys the hell out of me not knowing what.” Top leaned forward, eyes filled with concern.
Golf could just cry there and then, feeling something in him snap. “What do you want me to say?! That I'm getting more sensitive towards you and every time you touch me during Shut Up! practise, I just get unconsciously turned on?!”
Top took an involuntary step back, more out of surprise than shock. Golf turned his head away in shame, mumbling softly. “Great, now we'll be awkward.”
Top allowed himself some time to scan Golf's body, before sliding his hand across Golf's neck, which was a part of the dance moves indeed. Golf moaned softly, unprepared to bite back the sound he made due to Top's sudden action.
“What are you doing?” Golf groaned, legs rubbing against each other to hide his bulge.
“Wow, sensitive, aren't you?” Top smirked, and Golf swore something possessed the man before him. Top was never this way.
“Go away.” Golf blushed into a deep shade of red, head hung low to hide it. “Go away if you're just going to laugh at me!”
“Who said so?” Top's eyes soften, the smirk disappearing from his face. “I'm sorry I never made it clear, but I always had something special for you.”
Golf's eyes widened at the sudden confession, unable to believe his ears. “You're not...kidding me?”
“I'd do anything...” Top whispered, kissing Golf sweetly. “But toy with your feelings.”
“You have no idea how happy you made me...” Golf sniffed, on the verge of tears. “I spent nights worrying about this and-”
“Shush, baby. I'll make you happier than you could ever be tonight.” Top captured Golf's lips and kissed a little more passionately, tongue sliding across Golf's lower lip.
Golf moaned as Top grinded their bodies together, his body jolting when his erection felt much needed friction. “Ugh…Not…c-close…enough…”
“No?” Top chuckled lowly, eyes watching Golf’s half-lidded ones as he squirmed in pleasure. He raised his left leg a little, using his thigh to brush across Golf’s bulge, grinning as he screamed. “Is there anyone at home?”
“N-no.” Golf gasped for breath, concluding that even if there was someone, he wouldn’t tell Top about it. He would stop what he was do-
“Pity.” Top pouted almost innocently. “I wanted people to hear you scream for me.”
All right, so Golf was wrong.
Nuzzling Golf’s neck as he rolled up the other’s T-shirt, Top managed to swiftly get it off without Golf really noticing. The other man was dizzy, slightly not into the situation as he felt Top palming his member. Golf screamed, hands immediately flying to clutch on to Top’s arms, desperate for more.
Top didn’t stop smirking. Okay, kidding, his smirk did turn into a small smile of surprise. Because Golf got impatient, he pushed the other onto bed and got Top’s buttoned shirt hurriedly off, before placing sloppy kisses all over the other man’s chest. Top tugged his body up, lip-locking and mouth-crashing as they engaged in a wild kiss of burning desire.
Top subtly switched their positions while making out so Golf was below him. That’s how things should be, no? He was Top after all, not…Bottom, ew, that name is gross. Instead of pulling away the minute he felt Golf’s breathing quicken for more oxygen, he shifted his lips down to place light kisses down the other’s jawline.
“It’s…ticklish.” Golf giggled, to which Top stopped in his gentle ministrations to smile beautifully at. “D-Don’t stop.”
Top nodded slightly, placing a few more quick and gentle kisses along Golf’s jawline, before moving downward to his neck, nibbling softly. Top seemed to suddenly remember their forgotten throbbing erections and grinded their hips together, causing Golf to moan a little louder than before.
Top’s tongue trailed down the neck and circled around a random spot he found on Golf’s collarbone, before placing a longing kiss on it and baring his teeth. There, he’d mark Golf and make sure it’d be obvious for the other members to notice. So he bit down, ambitiously, sucking and chewing, doing anything to make it swollen, to make it stay.
Golf groaned in pleasure, hands slowly finding their way to Top’s hair to hold a few soft locks in each hand. He tugged the other closer, unconsciously buckling his hips up to relieve the throbbing pain there.
Finally pleased with his work, Top kissed Golf’s lips quickly once and placed a finger before the other’s mouth. “Suck it.”
Golf blushed at the obscene command, licking Top’s finger once before bringing the whole finger into his mouth, sucking and licking the said finger. He released the finger with a moan when Top brushed across his member, smirking.
“Good job, Golfy.” Top said lowly, voice dripping with sex. Golf mewled softly, hearing his name this way from Top, taking a sharp intake of air when the wet finger he sucked landed on his hard chest.
Top swirled different patterns along Golf’s naked upper body, intentionally skipping the important two nubs that were screaming for attention. His finger continued tracing patterns down to the other’s abdomen, before stopping right above Golf’s briefs. Top then leaned down to kiss the two previously neglected spots, distracting the other as he stripped him off the tight jeans he was wearing.
He wasn’t much of a distraction, as the cool air tingled Golf’s skin, also making indirect contact with the other’s member. As if punishing Golf for not paying attention to his kisses, Top pinched the other’s chest hard, grinning when he screamed wantonly.
“Tell me, tell me what you want.” Top whispered, caressing Golf’s already sweaty face.
“I want you.” Golf panted for air, tugging Top by his hair closer.
Top smirked, darting to engulf the bulge with the thin cloth of underwear between them. Golf gasped, sensation numbing his brain as he moaned incoherently, gripping Golf’s hair tighter as if afraid of losing this moment. Top pulled away, placing ticklish kisses on the throbbing member, watching Golf writhe in a mix of discomfort and pleasure under him. Not wasting time, he pulled off the last piece of clothing covering Golf, letting the other glow in naked glory while his erection stood proudly.
Golf squeaked in embarrassment, watching Top’s intense eyes on him. Using his toes, Golf tried to hint at Top’s lower body which was still dressed, though the tent in his pants was more than willing to be freed. Top smirked, shaking his head naughtily as he placed light kisses on Golf’s length, making him cry for more. Sticking his tongue out experimentally, Top then traced a zig-zag pattern up Golf’s length, stopping at the tip to release some warm air and effectively throwing Golf over the edge.
Golf screamed Top’s name desperately, buckling his hips up and trying to prod his way into the other’s mouth. Top held his hips in place, teasing some more till the precum leaking from Golf’s weeping member was more than enough to wet the whole length.
“Argh!” Golf cried out, sexually frustrated when his needs were not met.
Top sucked the length into his mouth, turning the noises that left Golf’s mouth into satisfied moans. His tongue added to the magical feeling Golf felt, playing with Golf’s member as it intruded Top’s mouth.
Top pulled away and impatiently took off his pants, unable to hold in his desire for Golf anymore. He had been doing all the teasing, now was the time his raw desire for the other man be fulfilled. Golf sat up and eagerly took off Top’s briefs, taking in the sight into his mouth almost immediately, turning Top into a moaning mess. Top grabbed Golf’s head roughly in place and thrusted animalistically into him, turning insane when Golf hummed to the rhythm, the vibrations sending stars to his brain.
It took all the control Top had to pull away, kissing Golf’s abused mouth gently before laying him back down. “Do you want this?”
“I’m aching, burning, craving and even dreaming for it, what do you mean if I want it?” Golf breathed in heavily, chest heaving as he looked at Top limply. “Fuck me.”
“You talk so dirtily.” Top shook his head disapprovingly. “Your punishment would be that this will go…slow.”
Golf didn’t have enough time to register as Top inserted a wet finger in his entrance, a loud cry filling the room. He tried to stabilise his breathing, adjusting to the feeling of something being inserted in him.
“Damn, you’re tight.” Top kissed Golf’s length lightly to distract the other from the pain. “That turns me on, a lot.”
When Golf felt better, he nodded weakly, allowing Top to start moving his finger to stretch the hole a little more. Top then took in Golf’s length in his mouth once again, trying to use the intense pleasure to cover up the pain of a second finger inserted in Golf.
Golf screamed, a tear easily slipping down his eyes. He clenched tightly around the two fingers, body wanting nothing more than the foreign object to leave.
“Relax, baby.” Top whispered as he pulled out, sending a breeze across Golf’s erection. “You’ll get hurt if you don’t.”
After a period of time given to let Golf adjust to the discomfort, Top thrusted his two fingers in and out and made sure he properly stretched Golf this time. He pulled his fingers out and kissed Golf’s lips sweetly, kissing the tear that slipped earlier on away.
“Beautiful princess, would you like me to continue?” Top asked gently, fingering Golf’s length. “We can finish some other way.”
“Do it.” Golf pleaded. “I want this, I know it.”
Top inserted three fingers into Golf this time, and though Golf tensed at the sudden intrusion, he quickly forced himself to relax. Golf took in big amount of oxygen and grabbed onto his pillow, since Top was too far away to hold on to. He squeezed the pillow in hopes of transferring the pain that slowly disappeared as his body got used to it. Top stretched Golf for two minutes or so with quick thrusts, stroking Golf’s throbbing erection as a distraction.
It was starting to feel really good when Top pulled his fingers out, causing Golf to mewl softly, slightly disappointed.
“We’re not done.” Top grinned, positioning Golf’s two legs wide apart, before filling up the space between.
Golf widened his eyes in realisation as something hard prodded against his entrance. Top was entering him, his dream was coming true. The pain felt like an ant now, as Top magically stroked his prostate the first time he entered, the gentle brush sending sparks to his nerve system and making him high. Top started with a slow pace, before picking up speed and thrusting long, deep thrusts into Golf.
The friction in Golf was enough to make him cum all over himself, clenching around Top’s erection. Top licked the white cum that covered Golf’s sweaty body, humming to an unknown tune while he was at it. Golf then pulled him closer for a long kiss, getting their tongue to engage in a friendly fight while Top didn’t stop moving.
As if understanding Top’s frustration of being unable to release himself, Golf clenched tighter while Top pulled away to rock harder, slamming into Golf fiercely. Top finally released his load in Golf, the load spreading warmth in Golf, causing him to slowly feel hard again. Golf blushed when Top saw his problem, his mind quietly wondering what Top would do about that.
Top then rode out and stood up, offering a hand to Golf. “We might want to take this to the shower. You know, get clean?”
Golf giggled, nodding as Top helped him off the bed, supporting his weight because Golf couldn’t walk properly. “But of course.”
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So I’m guessing at least one or two of my readers will read this, despite knowing it’s not a U-KISS fic? I don’t know, but just in case any of you guys were wondering what or who SERAPH-im is, here’s a quick intro I wrote, forgive if anything is wrong cause I’m an idiot, always. :
SERAPH-im is a 7-member Thailand-based group that covers U-KISS dances. They performed for various stages and took part in pretty many competitions I think. Their fans are called WingS and there’s this fan forum you can check out. If registering is a hassle but you want to know more, head over to the Twitter account or Tumblr account for International fans of the boys. Note that they do not only cover U-KISS’s dances, I think a few members cover SHINee’s too? So all the links are to the boys and not just for SERAPH-im, if you get me.
EDIT : Only Golf from SERAPH-im covers SHINee too, in SHILLen
Oh, and if it wasn’t obvious in the fic, Golf covers Kevin while Top covers Soohyun. Soovin = >_<, Tolf = :D. Bias is biased :3.
Comments are ALWAYS appreciated, you can always comment anonymously, whoever you people are :D
Fandom(s): SERAPH-im
Pairing(s): Tolf
Rating: NC-17
Genre: IDEK…PWP?
Word Count: 2,125 words
Warnings: Awful!English
Author's Notes: I swear I was trying to get into Kemaru even in SERAPH-im, but well, they ship Tolf, so I ship Tolf :3 Sorry for the horrible title, but then again, I’m horrible with titles. Eh, no beta, sorry if it’s a little more choppy than ever, it’s hard to beta smut :3.
P.S. If you guys need to know who the main characters in this fic are, look at these two pictures :) -> Photo 1 , Photo 2
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The members of SERAPH-im decided to visit Golf's house after practice that day, discussing future dance covers and reviewing their practice for that day. After coming to a conclusion, they dismissed themselves with a warm goodbye from and to every member, before one by one leaving Golf's house. Golf was still in his temporary trance he had been in all day long, making Top help lock the door after the members for him.
“You made a little too many mistakes today.” Top whispered, left hand intertwining with Golf's before giving it a squeeze. “You all right?”
Golf slightly jerked at the contact and quickly retrieved his hand, standing up to widen their gap. “I'm-I'm fine.”
Top frowned at Golf's reaction, taking a step forward to close up the distance between them. “What's wrong?”
“Nothing! Don't come closer!” Golf groaned as Top refused to listen, backing him up against the wall.
“Tell me, I know there's something troubling you and it annoys the hell out of me not knowing what.” Top leaned forward, eyes filled with concern.
Golf could just cry there and then, feeling something in him snap. “What do you want me to say?! That I'm getting more sensitive towards you and every time you touch me during Shut Up! practise, I just get unconsciously turned on?!”
Top took an involuntary step back, more out of surprise than shock. Golf turned his head away in shame, mumbling softly. “Great, now we'll be awkward.”
Top allowed himself some time to scan Golf's body, before sliding his hand across Golf's neck, which was a part of the dance moves indeed. Golf moaned softly, unprepared to bite back the sound he made due to Top's sudden action.
“What are you doing?” Golf groaned, legs rubbing against each other to hide his bulge.
“Wow, sensitive, aren't you?” Top smirked, and Golf swore something possessed the man before him. Top was never this way.
“Go away.” Golf blushed into a deep shade of red, head hung low to hide it. “Go away if you're just going to laugh at me!”
“Who said so?” Top's eyes soften, the smirk disappearing from his face. “I'm sorry I never made it clear, but I always had something special for you.”
Golf's eyes widened at the sudden confession, unable to believe his ears. “You're not...kidding me?”
“I'd do anything...” Top whispered, kissing Golf sweetly. “But toy with your feelings.”
“You have no idea how happy you made me...” Golf sniffed, on the verge of tears. “I spent nights worrying about this and-”
“Shush, baby. I'll make you happier than you could ever be tonight.” Top captured Golf's lips and kissed a little more passionately, tongue sliding across Golf's lower lip.
Golf moaned as Top grinded their bodies together, his body jolting when his erection felt much needed friction. “Ugh…Not…c-close…enough…”
“No?” Top chuckled lowly, eyes watching Golf’s half-lidded ones as he squirmed in pleasure. He raised his left leg a little, using his thigh to brush across Golf’s bulge, grinning as he screamed. “Is there anyone at home?”
“N-no.” Golf gasped for breath, concluding that even if there was someone, he wouldn’t tell Top about it. He would stop what he was do-
“Pity.” Top pouted almost innocently. “I wanted people to hear you scream for me.”
All right, so Golf was wrong.
Nuzzling Golf’s neck as he rolled up the other’s T-shirt, Top managed to swiftly get it off without Golf really noticing. The other man was dizzy, slightly not into the situation as he felt Top palming his member. Golf screamed, hands immediately flying to clutch on to Top’s arms, desperate for more.
Top didn’t stop smirking. Okay, kidding, his smirk did turn into a small smile of surprise. Because Golf got impatient, he pushed the other onto bed and got Top’s buttoned shirt hurriedly off, before placing sloppy kisses all over the other man’s chest. Top tugged his body up, lip-locking and mouth-crashing as they engaged in a wild kiss of burning desire.
Top subtly switched their positions while making out so Golf was below him. That’s how things should be, no? He was Top after all, not…Bottom, ew, that name is gross. Instead of pulling away the minute he felt Golf’s breathing quicken for more oxygen, he shifted his lips down to place light kisses down the other’s jawline.
“It’s…ticklish.” Golf giggled, to which Top stopped in his gentle ministrations to smile beautifully at. “D-Don’t stop.”
Top nodded slightly, placing a few more quick and gentle kisses along Golf’s jawline, before moving downward to his neck, nibbling softly. Top seemed to suddenly remember their forgotten throbbing erections and grinded their hips together, causing Golf to moan a little louder than before.
Top’s tongue trailed down the neck and circled around a random spot he found on Golf’s collarbone, before placing a longing kiss on it and baring his teeth. There, he’d mark Golf and make sure it’d be obvious for the other members to notice. So he bit down, ambitiously, sucking and chewing, doing anything to make it swollen, to make it stay.
Golf groaned in pleasure, hands slowly finding their way to Top’s hair to hold a few soft locks in each hand. He tugged the other closer, unconsciously buckling his hips up to relieve the throbbing pain there.
Finally pleased with his work, Top kissed Golf’s lips quickly once and placed a finger before the other’s mouth. “Suck it.”
Golf blushed at the obscene command, licking Top’s finger once before bringing the whole finger into his mouth, sucking and licking the said finger. He released the finger with a moan when Top brushed across his member, smirking.
“Good job, Golfy.” Top said lowly, voice dripping with sex. Golf mewled softly, hearing his name this way from Top, taking a sharp intake of air when the wet finger he sucked landed on his hard chest.
Top swirled different patterns along Golf’s naked upper body, intentionally skipping the important two nubs that were screaming for attention. His finger continued tracing patterns down to the other’s abdomen, before stopping right above Golf’s briefs. Top then leaned down to kiss the two previously neglected spots, distracting the other as he stripped him off the tight jeans he was wearing.
He wasn’t much of a distraction, as the cool air tingled Golf’s skin, also making indirect contact with the other’s member. As if punishing Golf for not paying attention to his kisses, Top pinched the other’s chest hard, grinning when he screamed wantonly.
“Tell me, tell me what you want.” Top whispered, caressing Golf’s already sweaty face.
“I want you.” Golf panted for air, tugging Top by his hair closer.
Top smirked, darting to engulf the bulge with the thin cloth of underwear between them. Golf gasped, sensation numbing his brain as he moaned incoherently, gripping Golf’s hair tighter as if afraid of losing this moment. Top pulled away, placing ticklish kisses on the throbbing member, watching Golf writhe in a mix of discomfort and pleasure under him. Not wasting time, he pulled off the last piece of clothing covering Golf, letting the other glow in naked glory while his erection stood proudly.
Golf squeaked in embarrassment, watching Top’s intense eyes on him. Using his toes, Golf tried to hint at Top’s lower body which was still dressed, though the tent in his pants was more than willing to be freed. Top smirked, shaking his head naughtily as he placed light kisses on Golf’s length, making him cry for more. Sticking his tongue out experimentally, Top then traced a zig-zag pattern up Golf’s length, stopping at the tip to release some warm air and effectively throwing Golf over the edge.
Golf screamed Top’s name desperately, buckling his hips up and trying to prod his way into the other’s mouth. Top held his hips in place, teasing some more till the precum leaking from Golf’s weeping member was more than enough to wet the whole length.
“Argh!” Golf cried out, sexually frustrated when his needs were not met.
Top sucked the length into his mouth, turning the noises that left Golf’s mouth into satisfied moans. His tongue added to the magical feeling Golf felt, playing with Golf’s member as it intruded Top’s mouth.
Top pulled away and impatiently took off his pants, unable to hold in his desire for Golf anymore. He had been doing all the teasing, now was the time his raw desire for the other man be fulfilled. Golf sat up and eagerly took off Top’s briefs, taking in the sight into his mouth almost immediately, turning Top into a moaning mess. Top grabbed Golf’s head roughly in place and thrusted animalistically into him, turning insane when Golf hummed to the rhythm, the vibrations sending stars to his brain.
It took all the control Top had to pull away, kissing Golf’s abused mouth gently before laying him back down. “Do you want this?”
“I’m aching, burning, craving and even dreaming for it, what do you mean if I want it?” Golf breathed in heavily, chest heaving as he looked at Top limply. “Fuck me.”
“You talk so dirtily.” Top shook his head disapprovingly. “Your punishment would be that this will go…slow.”
Golf didn’t have enough time to register as Top inserted a wet finger in his entrance, a loud cry filling the room. He tried to stabilise his breathing, adjusting to the feeling of something being inserted in him.
“Damn, you’re tight.” Top kissed Golf’s length lightly to distract the other from the pain. “That turns me on, a lot.”
When Golf felt better, he nodded weakly, allowing Top to start moving his finger to stretch the hole a little more. Top then took in Golf’s length in his mouth once again, trying to use the intense pleasure to cover up the pain of a second finger inserted in Golf.
Golf screamed, a tear easily slipping down his eyes. He clenched tightly around the two fingers, body wanting nothing more than the foreign object to leave.
“Relax, baby.” Top whispered as he pulled out, sending a breeze across Golf’s erection. “You’ll get hurt if you don’t.”
After a period of time given to let Golf adjust to the discomfort, Top thrusted his two fingers in and out and made sure he properly stretched Golf this time. He pulled his fingers out and kissed Golf’s lips sweetly, kissing the tear that slipped earlier on away.
“Beautiful princess, would you like me to continue?” Top asked gently, fingering Golf’s length. “We can finish some other way.”
“Do it.” Golf pleaded. “I want this, I know it.”
Top inserted three fingers into Golf this time, and though Golf tensed at the sudden intrusion, he quickly forced himself to relax. Golf took in big amount of oxygen and grabbed onto his pillow, since Top was too far away to hold on to. He squeezed the pillow in hopes of transferring the pain that slowly disappeared as his body got used to it. Top stretched Golf for two minutes or so with quick thrusts, stroking Golf’s throbbing erection as a distraction.
It was starting to feel really good when Top pulled his fingers out, causing Golf to mewl softly, slightly disappointed.
“We’re not done.” Top grinned, positioning Golf’s two legs wide apart, before filling up the space between.
Golf widened his eyes in realisation as something hard prodded against his entrance. Top was entering him, his dream was coming true. The pain felt like an ant now, as Top magically stroked his prostate the first time he entered, the gentle brush sending sparks to his nerve system and making him high. Top started with a slow pace, before picking up speed and thrusting long, deep thrusts into Golf.
The friction in Golf was enough to make him cum all over himself, clenching around Top’s erection. Top licked the white cum that covered Golf’s sweaty body, humming to an unknown tune while he was at it. Golf then pulled him closer for a long kiss, getting their tongue to engage in a friendly fight while Top didn’t stop moving.
As if understanding Top’s frustration of being unable to release himself, Golf clenched tighter while Top pulled away to rock harder, slamming into Golf fiercely. Top finally released his load in Golf, the load spreading warmth in Golf, causing him to slowly feel hard again. Golf blushed when Top saw his problem, his mind quietly wondering what Top would do about that.
Top then rode out and stood up, offering a hand to Golf. “We might want to take this to the shower. You know, get clean?”
Golf giggled, nodding as Top helped him off the bed, supporting his weight because Golf couldn’t walk properly. “But of course.”
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So I’m guessing at least one or two of my readers will read this, despite knowing it’s not a U-KISS fic? I don’t know, but just in case any of you guys were wondering what or who SERAPH-im is, here’s a quick intro I wrote, forgive if anything is wrong cause I’m an idiot, always. :
SERAPH-im is a 7-member Thailand-based group that covers U-KISS dances. They performed for various stages and took part in pretty many competitions I think. Their fans are called WingS and there’s this fan forum you can check out. If registering is a hassle but you want to know more, head over to the Twitter account or Tumblr account for International fans of the boys. Note that they do not only cover U-KISS’s dances, I think a few members cover SHINee’s too? So all the links are to the boys and not just for SERAPH-im, if you get me.
EDIT : Only Golf from SERAPH-im covers SHINee too, in SHILLen
Oh, and if it wasn’t obvious in the fic, Golf covers Kevin while Top covers Soohyun. Soovin = >_<, Tolf = :D. Bias is biased :3.
Comments are ALWAYS appreciated, you can always comment anonymously, whoever you people are :D