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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.