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Hak has never been gladder that his roommate is studying abroad this semester than when Yona answers his call with that line about having just gotten done showering.
This girl is going to be the death of him, he’s certain, and his roommate wouldn’t have appreciated the look on his face at Yona’s stammering on the other end of the line.
(Not that Jae-ha is unfamiliar with Hak’s feelings for Yona. He’s commented many times on how often Hak talks about “the redhead,” and teases Hak every chance he gets.)
Hak takes a second to conjure up the mental image of Yona, just out of the shower, hair probably still dripping wet, and bites back a groan before finding himself teasing her over it, as usual.
He’s always teasing her, calling her that silly childhood nickname, making fun of her hair…
Until this morning, it had kept his mind off of how much he liked her.
And then she’d gone and stroked his leg with her toes and made his brain all fuzzy.
And the way she’d swung her leg over his…
Yeah, he’s in deep, he laments to himself as Yona continues to stammer about pajamas. He imagines the blush on her face as clear as day and half of him is glad he didn’t show up at her dorm like he’d thought about. He’d probably kiss her senseless, and she had asked to talk.
They banter back and forth for a few minutes, Hak doing his best to not think about Yona laying underneath him this morning, her hair a beautiful mess and her gaze uncertain but boring into him just the same.
It doesn’t exactly work, but he makes it through most of the conversation practically on autopilot until Yona steers the conversation back to her original point.
“I wanted to know what you think we should … do, next.”
“I don’t think I know what you mean, Princess,” Hak says, though he has an idea, and grins as Yona stammers for a second.
“Are we dating now?”
The question is blunt, louder than Hak would have expected from her, and he has to think for minute. Before he can respond, Yona is stammering again.
“I mean, we kind of … made out in my room this morning, and I’m not sure what that makes us, and I wanted to make sure before—”
“Yes,” Hak interrupts, and he hears Yona’s voice catch.
“Yes what?”
“Yes, I would like to date you,” Hak confirms. “If that’s what you want.”
It’s all he’s wanted for years, but he’s not going to force her into it just because she’d straddled him this morning.
There’s a squeak and Yona almost sounds like she’s having a panic attack.
“Easy, Princess. Don’t pass out on me, now,” Hak warns, though he’s smiling a little.
“Okay, that’s all I wanted to know—BYE!”
She hangs up before he can say a thing, and Hak stares at his phone for a solid minute before he sets it down on his nightstand, blinking.
He waits a few more minutes, just in case she’s going to call back, but when five minutes pass and his phone doesn’t light up, Hak frowns.
He could go over to her dorm again, but she’d probably slam the window in his face, too embarrassed with this new development to speak to him properly.
In the morning, then, he decides.
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He knocks on the window with the hand not holding the bouquet, grinning as Yona opens the blinds and gapes at him.
“Morning, Princess,” he says cheerfully as soon as the window is open, offering the flowers. “These are for you.”
Yona just stares at him, lost, and Hak smirks as he swings into the room and then wanders into her bathroom to find something to put the flowers in.
She’s still staring at him after he fills a make-shift vase with water and his bouquet, and Hak nearly laughs at the sight she makes. He sets the flowers down on her nightstand and contemplates his next action for a moment.
Slowly, he steps toward her, setting his hands on her hips as he greets her with a kiss, unsurprised to find her nervous around him this morning.
“Hi,” he says quietly, running a thumb up and down one of her hips and resting his forehead against hers.
“H-hi,” Yona breathes, her voice shaky.
“You hung up on me last night,” Hak reminds her, and she blushes the prettiest shade of pink he’s ever seen.
“I’m sorry!” She whispers, and Hak walks her backward, until her legs bump her mattress.
“I was wondering if you could tell me why?” He asks, tilting his head so that he’s very nearly kissing her.
“Um,” Yona stutters, her fingers coming up to clutch at his shirt. “I, um.”
“Yes?” Hak prompts, letting his lips trail across her cheek to trace the flush on her face.
Yona’s breathing stutters along with her words and Hak finds himself grinning.
“You what?”
It comes out like more of a growl than he intends, and Yona’s eyes go wide before fluttering closed as she says, “I, um… Dating?”
Hak chuckles, his lips returning to hover over hers as he confirms, “That’s right, Princess. We’re a couple now.”
Yona “eep”s and Hak trails one hand up to cradle the back of her head, asking, “Can I kiss you without you running away from me?”
Her fingers nearly seize up in his shirt and Hak thinks he’s pushed too far, but her eyes open fractionally as she shifts in his hold, nodding slowly and letting her eyes close again.
It’s all the invitation Hak needs to close the miniscule gap between them, grinning when Yona practically melts into him this time.
She lets him set the pace, clutching at his shirt for balance as he nudges her onto the bed carefully, the hand at her hip urging her first to sit, and then scoot backward.
Yona lets go of him, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and flushing like mad, but answers his unspoken request with a tiny smile that has him chasing her lips as her head lands on her pillows.
Hak plants his hands on either side of Yona’s shoulders, staring at her long enough that she begins to squirm under his gaze.
Grinning, he leans down to press kisses to any inch of skin he can find, filing Yona’s squeaks and sighs away for reference.
“H-Hak,” Yona says after a few minutes, her fingers tightening around his shoulders.
He hums absently, his teeth grazing her neck, and grins as she shivers.
“Hak,” she tries again, her hands finding his face and tugging him away from his fun.
He sighs but lets her move his head, letting himself nearly pout at her as their eyes meet.
“I think we need some rules,” Yona begins, her fingers trembling against his cheeks.
Hak stifles a groan and smirks at her instead. “What kind of rules?”
Yona licks her lips quickly, though he’s certain it’s not purposefully alluring, and asks, “Can we sit, please?”
He sighs but sits, pulling her with him, and she scoots a few inches away, like she’s afraid.
Hak scoffs at her, frowning, but she speaks before he can.
“You can’t keep coming over unannounced like this,” Yona says, probably more unsteadily than she intends, brushing a hand through her hair.
“I thought you liked surprises,” Hak says, smirking, and Yona scowls at him.
“Hak, please. I’m trying to have a serious conversation with you.”
“But it’s so much more fun to tease you,” Hak nearly whines, leaning closer.
“Hak!” Yona yelps as he leans close enough for her to go sprawling again. “This is why we need rules!”
“As long as rule number one is that I can kiss you anytime I want,” Hak grins, crawling over her.
“Hak, seriously,” Yona chides, scowling and shoving at his chest. “I’ll tell Mun-dok you’re harassing me.”
“He won’t believe you,” Hak frowns as Yona reaches for her phone, raising an eyebrow at him.
“Fine,” he grouses, sitting up and putting space between them, not wanting to risk that she’s right. An angry grandfather is even worse than an angry Yona.
“Thank you,” Yona sighs, sitting back up and leaning against her headboard.
“I’m not kidding about you coming over unannounced,” she warns, frowning at him. “And not while I’m studying, either. Unless Yoon is here, too.”
Hak rolls his eyes. “You think we need a chaperone?”
Yona levels a glare at him and he relents, sighing. “Fine. Okay, I’ll call first from now on.”
“Thank you,” Yona smiles, and Hak nearly forgets his annoyance.
“Anything else?”
Yona’s smile turns slightly devious and Hak nearly chokes.
“As a matter of fact,” she replies, pushing a couple of buttons on her phone. His dings a few seconds later and she grins. “Check that.”
Hak does as she asks, raising an eyebrow at the document she’s shared with him.
“Did you write these last night?” He asks, staring at her.
“I also have a physical copy,” Yona chirps, patting a sheet of paper he hadn’t seen on her nightstand.
Hak nearly groans as he reads through the list, but sighs as he gets to the end and Yona is grinning at him expectantly.
“Okay. I can live with these. Except,” he pauses, fixing her with a significant stare that has her blushing.
“Wh-what?” Yona asks, her eyes bright with concern.
“If I have to follow all of these, then you have to come with me to family dinners.”
Yona frowns at him, replying, “But I’ve been to family dinners before. Why—”
“You’ve never sat through one as my girlfriend,” Hak points out.
“Does that make it different?” Yona asks, and Hak tilts his head at her.
“You thought Tae-woo and Han-dae were a pain before,” he grins, eyes narrowing as Yona puts the pieces together.
Her mouth drops open as she makes the connection and Hak laughs.
“They wouldn’t.”
“Oh, they’d never let you back in the house if you didn’t let them,” Hak assures her, grinning.
Yona pales slightly, and Hak leans back to watch her emotions play across her face.
His cousins have a tradition of sorts, whenever one of them brings home a serious girlfriend. Yona’s been around for one or two of the “interrogations,” which for the most part just include stupid jokes and veiled innuendos that Mun-dok somehow lets them get away with.
“But they’ve known me forever!” Yona protests. “They don’t need me to answer all those stupid questions!”
“They’re not going to break tradition just because they’ve been friends with you since you were seven,” Hak points out, grinning. “I can see it now…”
He imagines it, his cousins asking Yona her intentions with their wonderful cousin Hak, all the jokes timed specifically to make her blush or stammer around a drink. Come to think of it, maybe he can bribe them to change some of their tactics…
“Fine!” Yona bites out, flushing. “I’ll come to family dinners. I’m practically family anyway.”
Hak grins, triumphant, and scoots back up the bed, trapping Yona against her headboard.
“Add it to the contract,” he whispers, tapping her phone, and she does so, so quickly that she has to retype several words to get them right.
“Now put the phone down,” Hak urges, guiding her arm toward the nightstand as he grins at the look on her face.
“Haaaak,” Yona warns, her fingers tightening around the device as if to remind him of her rules.
“Trust me, Princess,” he assures her as their hands find the nightstand and she drops the phone carefully.
She eyes him skeptically but doesn’t fight as he brings her fingers to his lips, kissing her knuckles gently.
Yona’s hand trembles in his but she doesn’t pull away, staring at him with wide eyes.
It’s not quite the same as a real kiss, but it’ll do, Hak decides, watching Yona’s face grow steadily pinker.
“Am I allowed to stay for a while, or do you have to study?” He asks, leaning back on his other hand to watch her carefully.
Yona bites her lip and Hak tries not to stare at the action before she replies, “You can stay. For a little while.”
Hak grins and squeezes her fingers before he resituates them, leaning against the headboard and tugging Yona into him.
“What—?” Yona begins, but Hak shushes her with a finger over her lips, sighing, “I just want to sit here until you get sick of me and kick me out.”
He shifts his fingers so that they’re all covering her mouth and Yona blinks at him, almost frowning.
“Hush, Princess. Sundays are supposed to be for rest, right?” Hak says quietly, his other hand coming up to tap at her nose.
Yona sighs and relents, relaxing against his hold, and Hak smiles, pressing a kiss to her hairline.
He traces patterns aimlessly over her arms and Yona sighs, shifting closer to him, her fingers curling into his shirt.
“Hak?” She asks eventually, her jaw shifting against his chest as she peers up at him.
“Hm?”
“Do you think my father would have approved?”
The catch in her voice makes Hak tighten his grip around her shoulders as he meets her gaze.
“Of course he would have,” he says, frowning slightly and trying to decide what she’s actually asking. “Your father always liked me, even if he pretended not to sometimes. And he’d be proud of you for learning to take over the company.”
Yona blinks away tears, and Hak brushes away the ones that have trickled down her face, kissing her cheeks gently.
“I miss him, too,” Hak says quietly, letting Yona tuck her face into his chest, sniffling.
She goes quiet after a bit, for so long that he thinks she’s asleep, before she tugs on his shirt.
“What—” He glances down to find her staring at him shyly, the blush painting her cheeks again, as she tugs him down into a kiss. It’s careful, and over all too quickly for his liking, but Hak doesn’t complain as Yona murmurs, “You’re cute when you’re being sensitive.”
He raises an eyebrow, a little offended at her word choice, and asks, “Sensitive?”
“Would you prefer ‘emotional’?” Yona asks, brows furrowing slightly.
“No,” Hak replies quickly, “I’d have preferred if you’d just stopped at ‘cute’.”
Yona rolls her eyes affectionately and he runs one hand through her hair, the other resting under her chin.
“But if you want sensitive,” he grins, gripping her chin gently so that her lips are slightly parted, her eyes going wide and the blush returning slowly.
“Ha-Hak,” she manages before he fits their mouths together again, not caring about her silly rules for the moment.
Evidently, she’s flexible about the rules, if her tiny moans are any indication.
He has to remind himself to pause for breath, but stays close enough that he can capture Yona’s lips again as soon as physically possible.
She clings to his shirt, fingernails pricking through the fabric just a little, and Hak inhales sharply at the sensation.
Yona doesn’t seem to notice, her fingers curling possessively into his shirt, and he shifts his grip to her waist, tugging her closer—which doesn’t take much, but he doesn’t care, just needs her closer.
To his chagrin, this makes Yona pull away from him, shoving strands of hair behind her ears nervously.
“We should—we should stop,” she decides breathlessly, her fingers splaying over his chest to push him away.
Hak whines, chasing her mouth and digging his fingers into her side just a little more, but Yona pushes a little harder, smiling as she reminds him, “This is why I made the rules. You’d do this all day if I let you, and I need to get some studying done.”
Hak sighs, resigned to his fate, and scoots toward the edge of the bed.
“Kicking me out. I see how it is.”
“You agreed to my rules, remember,” Yona chides affectionately, sliding off her bed and stepping over to her desk, a hand on one of her textbooks.
“A choice I’m beginning to regret,” Hak mumbles, smirking as he stands. “Though, if I recall correctly, you kissed me first.”
Yona sputters for a moment before replying, “For like two seconds! It barely counted as a kiss, and then you had to go and do that!”
He grins, slinking into her space, his hands resting on the desk so they trap her between him and it, and Yona’s gaze turns warning.
“Aren’t I allowed a good-bye kiss?” he whispers, watching Yona’s eyes dart between his eyes and his lips as her face begins to turn pink again.
“Or I could stay and help you study,” he offers lowly, leaning closer so that he’s nearly flush against her.
Yona stammers out incoherent words and Hak grins, resting his nose at her shoulder and getting a look at the book that her knuckles are going white against.
“Accounting,” he lets himself purr, relishing the way Yona’s breath hitches and her body tenses at the sound. “I can probably help with that.”
“C-Can you?” Yona manages on a whisper, and Hak decides she shouldn’t be allowed to sound that cute.
He grins against her skin before nipping at the spot, alternating between his teeth and his lips and tongue as Yona squirms in his arms.
When he’s satisfied with the mark he’s made, he presses a kiss to it and moves on to start one at Yona’s collarbone, shifting his hold so that she can’t squirm away from him, though she tries.
“Hak,” she gasps, shifting against him weakly, and he grins against her skin, pausing to glance up at her.
She looks so pretty, flushed and trembling like this, that he shifts his hands to her thighs, lifting her enough to set her on the desk, careful of her books. Yona hardly protests, only wincing slightly when her back bumps the wall, and Hak raises one hand to tangle into her hair, cushioning her head before that, too, can strike the wall.
He leaves one more mark lower than the first two, closer to her heart, and Yona’s legs come up to wrap around his waist, nearly startling him away from his task.
Hak groans as Yona drags his face up to hers, but shudders at the determination in her eyes before she presses her teeth to where his pulse flutters in his neck.
The gasp that leaves his throat at her leaving her mark makes Yona grin against his skin. She runs her lips gently up from the mark to his ear, pausing to nibble at his earlobe in a way that threatens to undo him.
Hak tugs desperately at the hem of Yona’s shirt, but her legs squeeze him closer, her laughter brushing his ear as she shoves his hands away.
Hak hears himself growl in frustration before Yona shifts closer and Hak tenses, his hands stilling as Yona makes a noise of curiosity, opening her eyes to look at him.
“Hak? Is—You’re—Um—”
The blush on her face tells him that it’s time to stop before they go too far, and Hak leans back, pressing on Yona’s legs to get her to release him.
“Sorry, Princess, I took that too far,” he apologizes, looking anywhere but at Yona, who drops her hands entirely too close to his waist for his sanity.
He stumbles back and away from the desk, ignoring Yona’s concerned noises.
“I should go. I’ll—I’ll call you later,” he stammers, rushing to the window and chancing a glance behind him.
Yona’s still sitting on her desk, mouth open, staring at him in a way that shouldn’t be legal.
Definitely time to go home, Hak decides as he climbs out of the window carefully, cursing his lack of control.
Probably Yona’s rules are going to be for the best, he decides grudgingly, heading back to his apartment, still eternally grateful that Jae-ha’s not home to see him so flustered.