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“Yeosang, looks like your true love is here,” Jongho teasingly called out. This time he’d been the first one to spot the motorbike arrive as he sat by the apartment window idly practicing a new song.
Despite the joking, it was an honest assessment of Yeosang’s feelings. Unable to wait, the hallway door was already open wide to spot you the moment the elevator doors opened onto this floor. He twisted the hairtie around his ponytail while watching your approach. Long hair would need to be safely out of the way for the physical activity that was to come. The unwelcome distraction of a hair in his mouth would not be taking his attention off eating this time, or if it does he knows it won’t be one of his.
You wonder if he thinks he’s being subtle as he gently inhales as you near but it is obvious he can’t get enough of the enticing scent that wafts around you and permeates your clothes and hair.
This is what heaven must smell like, he thinks to himself as you grin at each other in a weekly routine that has become comfortably familiar. It’s obvious the effect your appearance has on him, he’s practically drooling, and how much you seem to enjoy putting him into this state on your frequent visits.
In his eyes there is a look of adoration and deep hunger in equal amounts. He’s even feeling weak, a little shaky. Consumed by lust for what is before him, he is unable to hide his needy whine as he licks his lips in anticipation.
While Yeosang is often quiet and reserved you have become one of the few neighborhood people he relaxes around to the point where he feels at ease enough to express strong emotion. Seeing this side of the handsome young man makes you happy too and it was fun bragging to your friends that you had an idol always excited to see you.
There were down sides to this relationship. Showing up sometimes sparks jealousy and envy among the normally easygoing members. He knows the others want what he has tonight but Yeosang has no interest in sharing, this is a feast for him alone. Yet, he understands there is no promise of exclusivity, you would rush to your vibrant red motorbike at almost any hour to serve the carnal needs of any of the group if asked.
When you were new at this you could not handle many at a time. Maybe three or four on a trip if they were small. You had to work up to larger loads. With practice you had gotten better and now you could probably even manage to service the whole team of eight on a single visit. Arriving on your bike could easily bring satisfaction to the slighter members like Hongjoong and San and yet you had enough to offer leaving even large men like Mingi and Yunho and their presumably larger appetites fulfilled.
If you were requested while Yeosang was elsewhere your professionalism attending to the needs of the others would be just as sincere. Everyone but him would be sated by the time he got home leaving Yeosang starved of the joy you brought with each brief but frequent visit. His stomach hurt thinking about what he might be missing out on some days.
Pushing away that sad thought he focused on the knowledge that you would rush to him wherever he was whenever he asked, within reason at least. Yeosang’s enthusiasm and the way pleasure so openly displayed on his face made him your favorite customer. You were guaranteed to come when he called, it was a mutually beneficial arrangement.
Standing before him now, his mind becomes so preoccupied with what will happen next that he trips over his tongue trying to get out a thank you for making the journey. Straining with eagerness he reaches out toward you and takes the warm, fragrant bag from your hand with a triumphant whoop of happiness.
The bliss this man gets from a simple meal of delivery fried chicken is clear. With a cheery smile and a wave you leave him until the next time he orders from Juicy Cock, the chicken to-go place your family runs. This Kang Yeo Sang according to the receipt seems like such a shy but sweet guy. You wonder how he ever managed to call up your takeout restaurant that carried such a lewd name, especially when you think of how your brother answers the phone sometimes. Picking up a batch of meal boxes yesterday you’d heard him trying out a new line, “Juicy Cock takeout and delivery, where do you want us to come?”
While watching your retreating back Yeosang wonders if he should start enjoying the luxury of delivered fried chicken twice a week.
“What the heck, Yeosang? Are you cheating on me?” Wooyoung’s scolding interrogation rose at his back. “You totally forgot I was cooking for you!” The incredulous tone was not loud but firm and fueled by the fury of someone who has just been standing in a hot kitchen for over two and a half hours. “This is so unprofessional, we are supposed to shoot a media segment eating my food. And this isn’t even the first time you’ve dumped me for Juicy Cock.”
Despite being accompanied by an oven mitt tossed at his head the justified tirade was barely heard while Yeosang stood lost in dreamy consideration of doubling the amount of fried chicken in his life. Little did he know he was at risk of being pushed out the apartment door while in his daze and locked out until another member of ATEEZ found their way home.
Maybe it was the years of loving friendship between them. It could have been the mouthwatering scent of fried chicken reaching into the dorm. Whatever the reason Wooyoung ran out of bluster. Surreptitiously easing the logo clad plastic bag into his own hands he brought it into the kitchen just in time to be overheard by a wide-eyed Seonghwa.
“That guy, he gets me so worked up sometimes. I’m going to take his Juicy Cock. I can eat the entire thing myself.”