LIZ
There I am enjoying the latest episode of my newly favorite k-drama, the sunlight creeping through the big glass doors and warming my arms resting on the counter when the guys come home in a flurry of beautiful smiles and loud voices.
It's a feeling that I've gotten more and more used to as the time has gone by.
There's no way to describe the pure happiness that I feel in my soul when they walk through that door.
Even when Jae-un stands in front of the tv because he's jealous of the idol on my show.
Even when Dav En puts him in what might as well be a sleeper hug in retaliation when he thinks I'm not paying attention.
Especially, though, as I get warm smiles, a hug or two, and even a kiss.
Every single one different in their own way.
I've had my brain in the show for the past two hours, thinking how lucky the leading lady is because her guy is the absolute epitome of prince charming.
Then in walks my own real life Prince Charmings, and I have eight of them.
Not just one. I can already feel the happiness like the warmth from the sun on my arms. Then Yeon, who is last to greet me, pulls a bouquet of flowers out of nowhere like he's offering me the sun.
They're even a bright yellow, but mixed with a grey color, making it appear as though the moon and the sun are holding hands.
I know Dav En had a hand in this somehow, but I don't want to take this moment from Yeon.
I'll show him my gratitude later for sharing.
Then Yeon has to go and ask me to stay with him tonight.
I tamp down my excitement and try not to jump up and down like I'm doing on the inside as I agree.
I watch him leave the room. The quietest most reserved of all of them.
Not necessarily the hardest egg to crack, but the one that makes me feel without saying much of anything at all.
He makes my heart race the whole time we're cooking dinner with small touches here and there and leaning over my shoulder, speaking into my ear as he checks the food he's watching beside mine. There's something about his soft deep voice that puts tiny butterflies in my stomach.
After dinner, they let me finish my episode I was watching without a single complaint. When everyone starts drifting their own directions, I hug Yeon from behind the couch, telling him I'm going to swim for a few minutes and then take a shower.
"Mmm," he replies, hitting me with one of his beautiful half smirks over his shoulder.
Kyung walks in behind me when I go to change into my swimsuit. He tucks his hands into the pockets of his hoodie and waits for me to turn around.
“You okay?” I ask, immediately drawn to him.
We put our arms around each other as he looks down at me and replies, “I’m okay. I just needed a second to breathe with you.”
I let my head fall back as I close my eyes and give him what he asks for.
My heart is still racing, but after a few minutes of standing alone with him, it feels like it has made a world of difference for both of us.
His expression doesn’t look as strained as it did when we walked in here.
He drops a kiss on my lips and releases me, but I don’t let him go.
I squeeze tighter instead, making him chuckle as his arms come back around me.
We stand there for a few more minutes, simply existing together before he gives me another kiss and nudges me toward the door.
I try to take my time with my swim to calm myself down.
It's so weird, because I have absolutely no idea why I'm so nervous.
I didn't even feel like this when there were three of them in the room and everything was new.
When I go to shower, Jae-un is sitting with Kyung at his desk doing something with a game.
I drop a kiss on both their cheeks before grabbing my pajamas and jumping in the shower.
It takes way less time than it should, and I blame my nerves. As I get out and dry off, I notice that my stack of clothes that had my comfy sleep pants and soft t-shirt are gone. In its place is someone's white button-down and one of my lacy panties.
Oh, one of you thinks you're funny, huh?
If they think I'm going to shy away and beg for my comfy clothes back, they've got another thing coming. I have my suspicions as to who it was that did the switcharoo, but it could've been Kyung, too, knowing how much he loves to let his controlling side out.
I slip the clothes on, doing all the buttons up on the shirt before stepping out into his room. Both their eyes cut my way, but Kyung glances back to his computer after shooting me one of his wicked little knowing smiles.
Jae-un turns his chair completely around to face me, resting his arms on the sides and leaning back with a grin. I point at the shirt and then at him. He responds by cocking an eyebrow at me.
"Whose shirt even is this?" I ask him.
"Dav En's," he answers. "But you're wearing it wrong."
I glance down at it, knowing I've got all the buttons done up on it and there's no way to wear it wrong. "You just went and stole a shirt from him? I feel like you just bring it on yourself at this point."
"Hey," he states, his tone dropping lower than before and waiting until I look up at him. He crooks a finger at me.
Taking the few steps over to him, I don't stop until our knees are almost touching. He reaches out and grabs a piece of the shirt and gives it a few soft tugs until I've got no choice but to straddle his legs. Kyung glances over at us as I sit down on Jae-un's thighs.
Jae-un brings his fingers up to skim the outsides of my legs and work their way in. They don’t go where he's starting to make me crave his touch, but rather meet at the bottom of the shirt, working the last few buttons loose and moving to the top where he does the same there.
"Now you're wearing it right," he says in a more gravelly tone.
I look down and see how much skin he's exposed. "I can't go in there like this."
He huffs. "Of course you can."
I lean down until our mouths are centimeters apart.
Kyung's face turns toward us again, this time ignoring everything happening on the screen.
I run my hands up Jae-un's arms and over his shoulders, leaving that space between our lips.
I lick mine, knowing he can feel my breath on his from it.
When I know that he's fully expecting a kiss, I release him and stand up, backing away quickly so he can't pull me back in.
Kyung chuckles and Jae-un grumbles a complaint for me to come back, but I don't. I let him watch me walk away and leave him wanting for a kiss as a small form of punishment for this entire day.
Something I'm not sorry for as he laughs at me when I poke my head out the door, checking the hallway for people before stepping out.
I should get Dav En to go give him another hug, I'm thinking as I make it to Yeon's door. It's slightly ajar, but I still knock softly anyway.
"Yeah," he calls out.
Stepping inside, I close the door quietly behind me.
He's sitting at his desk and turns as he starts to speak, "You don't ever have to knock. You're always...welcome."
His eyes make a track all the way down my body and then back up again. Okay, fine, Jae-un is off the hook this one time, but only because I like the way Yeon absentmindedly licks his lips like he does when he's concentrating.
Not like he's got anything at all to be talking about. Between the soft grey sweatpants, a plain white t-shirt hugging his torso and arms, freshly showered hair, and bare face and feet. The man is a walking siren.
I'm not nervous. I'm not nervous. I'm not nervous.
I keep repeating it to myself as I walk over to the bookshelf against his wall.
I've seen Yeon's space from the hall, but never invited myself inside.
Even as much as I've wanted to. I love the minimalist look he's gone with for it.
All the accent colors in whites and soft greys.
The only splash of color in his room comes from the books on the shelf, color organized of course.
"So, this is what you do in your spare time, besides cook?" I ask.
He laughs softly as he gets up to open a small cabinet in the corner. "I do love to read, but I really like making these and collecting them."
I move next to him, my lips parting in surprise. In his little hidden corner-closest is a trove of tiny treasures in the form of painted characters. "You made these?"
"Mmm," he responds. "Painted them, anyway. I didn't make them."
"What are they for?" I ask curiously still looking through his collection where I see superheroes, dragons, and even Star Wars characters.
"Nothing," he answers with another chuckle. "I just enjoy painting them."
"It's a cool hobby," I tell him with a smile still directed at the figures as I keep looking through them. There's one at the bottom that catches my eye. It's a tiny astronaut with their band symbol painted on him. He's covered in tiny stars. Without a doubt, that one is my favorite.
"I hope you know I wasn't expecting anything when I asked you to stay with me tonight," he states honestly.
I glance over at him and that soft side smile of his just about steals the breath in my chest. "Me neither. Jae-un stole my clothes."
He laughs quietly again as he shuts the door on the cabinet. I can't help anything that happens from this point forward, because everything about this man calls to something inside of me that I can't speak on.
Reaching out, I brush my hand across his stomach, and he turns to me.
His eyes flick down to my lips, and I let them slowly pull up into a smile.
It's all the encouragement that he needs.
Gently grabbing the sides of my face, he brings our mouths together.
The kisses match everything else about this beautiful man.
They're soft and sweet and have me yearning for more.
I part my lips for him, but I am the one that teases into his mouth first.