Because I love Yoosung...

Have some fluff.

She rested back against the couch, listening with a smile to Yoosung's gentle humming. The kettle boiled away in the kitchen, drowning out the clattering of mugs and that cheerful tune she couldn't place. She stretched her legs out along the couch and glanced towards the kitchen. He'd stopped humming.

"How's it going, Yoosung?" she called, tilting her head.

Something crashed loudly in the kitchen, making her jump. "A-Ah, yeah!" came Yoosung's reply. "I thought I had a clean mug somewhere…" he trailed off into dejected mumbling. She could hear the sad pout in his voice. It was hard to hold back a smile.

"You don't have to make me tea, you know," she said. "It's getting late, anyway."

"No, I said I would– found it!"

She chuckled to herself and settled deeper into the couch. Moments later, a brightly smiling Yoosung emerged with a steaming mug of tea.

"Here you go!" he beamed and handed over the warm mug. "I would've liked to make you a coffee but I ran out…" He met her eyes expectantly, pursing his lips and waiting for her response.

She couldn't help but find it cute. "You'll just have to make me one next time."

"Next time…!" He grinned, his eyes scrunching as his smile reached them. His cheeks dusted pink, glowing with warmth, with happiness at her words. He sank into the couch beside her, still smiling.

Her lips pulled up to match his smile. She took a tentative sip of her tea, relishing the warmth. "It's nice," she said. "Thank you."

He breathed an embarrassed laugh. "I… feel really happy hearing you say that. Now I want to make you tea all the time!"

She laughed into the mug. He was just as cute, just as affectionate as he was in the chatrooms. The only difference was…

Her eyes drifted to his left eye, to the iris darkened and scarred. It didn't bother her. Not if he didn't mind it, not if it didn't bother him.

But she knew.

She'd seen him, caught sight of him when he thought she wasn't looking. He'd raise a hand up, pressing his fingers over his eye as if testing it. Other times, he'd drop his head, his laughter, his smile fading.

And then there were the headaches…

When it didn't bother him, when he didn't hide that it was affecting him, everything was the same. Except… they'd only kissed once. Again, that wouldn't have bothered her so much if she didn't know it was bothering him.

It wasn't like there hadn't been any opportunities, after all. They'd gone on dates. Walks through the park, dates to the cinema, to cafés… and yet, all they'd done was cuddle and hold hands.

He'd embrace her from time to time, holding her tightly, nuzzling deep into her neck until she could feel him smile against her skin. But when it came to kissing…

She glanced at him as she pressed her mouth to the mug, ready to take another sip. His eyes were on her lips, his own slightly parted. His shot his eyes up to hers before turning away hurriedly. A hot flush crawled up his neck.

She wondered if it was the tea making her feel so warm.

She lowered the mug to the coffee table and turned to him. A bead of determination grew inside her. She shifted, the couch depressing beneath her, and moved closer to him, as if to snuggle. He drew up his arm, welcoming her closer. But she didn't lower her head, didn't press it to his shoulder as he'd hoped. Instead, she met his confused gaze.

He swallowed thickly. She followed the motion with her eyes, purposely and slowly tracing them down his throat before raising them to his eyes.

"Yoosung…" she lowered her voice, saying his name as a sigh. They were so close, faces inches apart, so his name danced as a breath across his cheek.

He stiffened. She felt the motion, saw the tightening of his jaw, and flushed.

She'd blown it.

Her eyes dropped, hands clenching on her lap, as she quickly backed away. Heat creeped across her cheeks, burning across to her ears as her heart sank.

"Ah–" he startled at her movement, his hand catching hers. She paused. Felt the warm, gentle touch of his fingers as they melded with hers. Slowly, she turned to face him.

His eyes swam with emotions. They'd darkened, deepened with something she knew they were both feeling. They settled on her, holding a thread of desire that clouded over his fear.

It was now or never. "Yoosung… I…"

"Can I kiss you…?"

Her heart jumped at his words. It fluttered in her chest like a swarm of butterflies, buzzing, buzzing like electricity through her. She blinked and ran his words over again in her head.

Did he just ask to–

"I want to…" he continued, gazing deeply at her, into her eyes. They were so dark, pupils blown like she'd never seen. He shifted closer. His breath, so warm, so soft, brushed her lips. She could barely nod, barely manage the movement. Her eyes shut as he closed the gap between them.

It was nothing like last time. It wasn't a simple press of his lips against hers, forceful and all at once.

It was slow. Tentative, gentle, as if testing this new, foreign ground between them. A soft caress of their lips on each other. He shivered at the touch. His mind was running crazily and soaring all at once. He wanted to memorise this feeling. The press of her lips against his, soft and tasting strangely bitter from the tea. Heat sparked through him, but this gentle kiss wasn't enough to douse the burning flame inside her. She pressed her lips harder against his. He backed up slightly, a gasp fluttering from him, but still keeping his mouth against hers. She felt his gasp, felt that staggered intake of air, and knew she had him.

She snaked a hand around his neck and held him in place. He melted against her. All at once, he softened, stopped backing away, and indulged. His lips moved to match hers. They pushed, pulled, tugged at hers, following her in this fumbled dance of theirs. Her fingers trailed up the back of his neck before fluttering down again. The touch edged him on. One of his hands caught her hips. She took that moment to kiss him harder, pressing him back into the couch, and shifted so she was straddling him. She dug her knees into the couch on either side of his legs, keeping a distance between their bodies.

They didn't have to go there. Not yet. She drew his bottom lip between her teeth, giving it a gentle nip, a firm tug. She sucked it, running her tongue along it, and was met with a heavy moan.

She wanted to hear that again.

Instead, their lips suddenly parted. She was drawn into a tight hug, his arms wrapped around her shoulders, pulling her right up against his chest. Rapid breaths, hot and staggered, panted by her ears. His neck, and breath, felt so warm.

She chuckled, the laughter in her chest reverberating against him. "Too much?"

He gave a strangled noise against her neck. It sent a shiver down her spine. Giving his neck a final stroke, a final dance of her fingers across his skin, she pulled away and sat beside him. His cheeks had blown cherry red. He didn't meet her eyes but kept holding her hand.

She smiled. "I should go."

He was still catching his breath. He nodded, though his eyes remained dazed.

She held back a laugh and leant closer. Her mouth brushed his ear. He tensed, but this time she knew it wasn't in distaste. "There's always next time…"

The tight gasp by her ear told her enough.

Oh, how she loved him.

Just felt the need to write a little fluff of my favourite RFA boy. I'd written too much angst today and needed something better to cheer me up. What better to do that then Yoosung?

Hope you liked it!