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Asp!re: Our Perfect Fifth

Name: Kim Yong-gi
Age: 15
Hair color: Red (naturally dark brown)
Eye color: Medium brown
Position(s): Lead rapper
Fertility-class: Beta

Nam-gi raises my shirt and traces my abdominal muscles absently while he rests his head on my chest. He's swimming in one of my old volleyball shirts, the fabric like a gown on him. With that, he wears a pair of Batman pajama pants and a black headband.

I continue to scroll through my phone while the blond watches Fullmetal Alchemist on the television. "Do you want me to take my shirt off or something?"

"No, shut up. I'm watching television. I just need to keep my hands busy. You know that."

"Mhm, that's why you're Tinkerbell, Tink."

He blushes and ignores me. His dark eyes focus on the television screen and I roll my eyes and set my phone down.

"Nam-gi."

The blond chews on his lip while he makes expressions, watching the plot unfold.

I flick him. "Oi, shithead. I need to get up."

His eyes widen and he looks up at me. "What? No, I'm comfy."

"Well, if I don't get us dinner soon, my parents will call the kitchen closed and we'll have to wait until breakfast. Just continue watching your show and I'll come back with food."

He exhales with a cute scowl. "But then you'll be gone until the food cooks."

"You want chicken nuggets or a sandwich then? If you don't want to wait long, you'll get a bread sandwich."

"I miss Dae-ho's cooking and Jin's. And Ki-moon's. What type of hostliness is this?"

"Stop making up words. I'm a great host. I gave you two options."

Nam-gi pauses the tv. "Do I not deserve better than a bread sandwich, Red?"

I stare at him, slack-jawed, as I piece together the correct response. Nam-gi is the shy one in our 'relationship,' but sometimes, he's a bit more daring and I don't know how to keep up with it.

"What you deserve, I'm not equipped to cook."

He blushes. "O-Oh."

And he's back.

"I'll learn how to cook from the others from now on. Just wait here and I'll make chicken nuggets. We have honey mustard."

Nam-gi grins. "I love honey mustard."

"I know." I flick his forehead. "Think you can survive without me?"

"Of course I can. I just wanted you around because you're my pillow."

Scoffing, I push him off me and then lift his head and place it on my favorite pillow before putting his Batman blanket on him. "There, comfy now, my prince?"

"It's not the same, but yes."

"Of course it's not. Just sit tight. I can operate an oven no problem."

As I turn to leave, Nam-gi reaches out and grabs the fabric of my gray sweatpants. "Yong-gi."

"What?" I look down at him.

He points at his cheek. "Your shithead wants a kiss."

Chuckling, I lean down and kiss him on the lips instead.

Nam-gi wraps his arms around my neck and kisses back before pulling my hood over my head. "Don't take too long, Little Red Riding Hood."

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