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“AH!”
Yeosang is shocked enough by the sudden pressure around his arm that he doesn’t fight, when he’s getting pulled into the nearest cabin.
He’s quickly spun and pinned to the wall, and San is a very, very lucky man that Yeosang recognizes his cologne easily or the pink-haired man would be in a whole world of pain.
Yeosang adjusts his stance, dropping his knee ready to jam into his assailant’s family jewels. He levels San with an unimpressed glare.
“Really?”
“I missed you!” San pouts and smiles beautifully.
He gathers Yeosang’s wrists in one hand, and places them above the doctor’s head.
Yeosang gulps, feeling the scorching heat behind San’s gaze and touch.
“We were interrupted last time,” San mutters, leaning in and dragging his lips over the pale column of Yeosang’s throat.
“I hate how he looked at you,” he continues as Yeosang squeaks, feeling San’s teeth grazing his skin.
“Wh-Who?”
His fingers twitch in San’s grasp.
(He could free himself so easily.
He won’t.
He’s safe.)
“Kirk, of course!” San bites almost angrily and presses a kiss to Yeosang’s pulse. “Not to even add that doctor bastard!”
“Len just helped…”
“Don’t say his name,” San growls, making Yeosang’s jaw shut with a click of his teeth.
“I don’t like when you’re talking about other men!” he whines, releasing Yeosang’s hands and wrapping his arms around Yeosang’s waist.
The doctor’s chest seems like a perfect pillow as he lays his head on it.
“It’s bad enough I have to share you with the rest. Like Woo! He’s the worst, he keeps hogging you!”
“Sannie, you’re the one who spends the most time with Woo. And Hwa,” Yeosang laughs at him, making the cute pout on his face appear.
“It’s still unfair,” he mumbles unhappily like a little kid.
Yeosang kisses the top of his head.
“Of course, honey.”
San looks up at him, smiling eyes turned in half-moons, when San’s communicator comes to life.
“Sannie~!” Woo’s voice is distinct. As is his teasing tone. “Give Sangie back~!”
“No!” San yells into the communicator and hides his face back into Yeosang’s shirt.
The communicator comes on again, accompanied by San’s groan and Yeosang’s giggle.
“Ensign Choi, bring my CMO to deck 3. We’ve had an accident,” comes Hongjoong’s stern voice.
San bristles about the Captain calling yeosang ‘his’, but lets it go. For now.
“Why is Woo with you if you’re in engineering?” he questions, letting Yeosang go. The doctor gives him a pointed look. “How many injuries? Anything serious?”
“Just a scratch!” comes Jongho’s voice in the background.
“Just one very stubborn victim, probably nothing serious,” Hongjoong answers with a heavy sigh.
“And Woo?”
“He’s like fungus,” there’s a slap and Hongjoong hissing darkly about respecting the captain. “Keeps following me around.”
“That’s not how fungus works, Captain! ” Jongho yells from somewhere further away.
“Sangie, please come down and finish me off? Pretty please?”
“Can’t do, Cap,” Yeosang hangs on San’s shoulder and gives him a peck to the cheek as he answers.
San preens like a touch-starved cat.
“Just get down here,” Hongjoong sighs and signs off.
Yeosang interlocks his fingers with San’s, and tugs.
“Walk me there?” he asks sweetly.
“I’ll carry you there if you ask.”
“Maybe later,” Yeosang laughs and drags San with him.
The Aurora hums its soft lullaby as it drifts into the darkness.