If by any chance the NSB members, ESPECIALLY RYAN AND SEBASTIAN, reads this; I deeply apologize wholeheartedly. I cannot help myself when it comes to a couple of you; i.e. Ryan, Sebastian, and Oliver. I ship the Moy brothers with Ryan so damn hard.
Do I regret it? Not at all.
Will I continue? Yes.
Am I happy if I get attention from the boys? Yes, but please, PLEASE don't kill me, Ryan. ♥
With that said, enjoy a Min Yoongi gif. Sugabby is superior.
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With a startled noise escaping his parted lips, he clapped one hand over his mouth as he gave a short laugh, standing up straight just enough to give Ryan room to sit up. Plopping down upon the couch beside the older of the two, Sebastian shrugged, "I dunno."
Eyes furrowing, Ryan sat up straighter and glared at his friend, grumbling, "Some fucking help you are, Seb." As he says this, Ryan stood up, stretched, and grabbed his suitcase to go find a room for himself before everyone else got there. They weren't filming today, thank god, so the eight of them could choose their rooms without an argument taking place. Or he hoped so that is. A big group of manbabies, Ryan thought to himself, shaking his head.
Sebastian's eyes twinkled with delight at the glare given to him, scratching the back of his head, following the shorter male of the two with both hands behind his head.
Settling down upon the bed in the room that Ryan had chosen, Sebastian leant forward to continue his staring at the older of the two; a Cheshire cat's grin appearing across his gorgeous face. Taking a moment or two to gain some sort of attention, with a whistle being made, from the blonde haired man taking out his items; clothes, hats, undergarments to place in the drawers, and his newly bought laptop to place on the white desk in the corner of the room, Sebastian frowned as his plan had failed. With a huff, Sebastian stood up as quietly as he possibly could and tiptoed to the other, wrapping his arms around the short yet older of the two's chest thus entrapping his shoulders to each of his sides.
With a yelp, Ryan began struggling in Sebastian's arms, unbeknownst to the youngest of the two, Ryan's cheeks had warmed up considerably warmer than normal. A blush was a rarity from the shorter man, sure, but a blush it was nonetheless, "Sebastian Moy! Let go of me now!" He commanded in the most leveled tone of voice he could muster just to make sure his embarrassment had not been noticed.
Sebastian just hummed in response, leaning forward to rest his chin upon the blonde haired man in front of him; nudging his cheek against the other's.
