Fics like pop rocks, strawberry, bubble gum

They don’t even look at each other, Yunho’s hand acting like a sort of magnet towards San’s body; they’re talking with the group and keeping the topic flowing, but Yunho is gripping San’s wrist gently. All of a sudden, they’re moving at a minimal pace, fingers deftly maintaining their connection. When Yunho, in what he judges to be a mindless movement, snakes a hand to San’s inner thigh, his battle of playing it cool and figuring out his messy thoughts go flying out the window. The touch is so easy that Yunho is not even looking at him, paying his full attention to whatever the members are saying. It’s like his hand has permanent residency there, digits nimbly caressing the inside of San’s thigh. As if his fingers itch to touch him as much as San craves said touch. * or, the one where San is jealous of Yunho's clothes, but can't say anything about it because they're just friends and Yunho touches San like he definitely wants to be more than that. * This fic is now also available in russian.

Fics like pop rocks, strawberry, bubble gum

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