Yesung felt like he was losing his mind. He was stunned, his mind went blank, but his senses were cognizant of what was happening. The pressure of Kyuhyun's lips on his own, the warmth of his breath gently ghosting over his skin when he pulled away for air,  the soft touches that traced down his ticklish sides, and the possessive grip that cinched down on his waist. His body reacted naturally to Kyuhyun's touches and the younger man's fingers curled around the nape of Yesung's neck to pull him in for a deeper kiss. Kyuhyun's soft lips parted and his tongue swiped at Yesung's lips to try and coax them open. That's when his mind finally snapped out of it and he came back to his senses. There was a fire burning in the pit of Yesung's core and he was enraged by Kyuhyun's audacity. Ignoring the shock of desire that was coursing through his body, Yesung planted both palms on Kyuhyun's chest and pushed hard. Kyuhyun lost his balance and Yesung punched him in the gut. The freshman doubled over, wheezing for air.   Yesung was shaking with anger, “What the hell do you think you're doing?”   “Kissing you?” Kyuhyun gasped between coughs.   “Am I just a joke to you, Kyuhyun-ssi?”   “Do I look like I'm laughing, Yesung-ssi?”   “You're finally addressing me with honorifics, but somehow I feel like you are just mocking me.”   Kyuhyun slowly stood up on shaky legs and looked Yesung straight in the eyes, “On the contrary, I take you very seriously. Why do you assume that I'm joking?” He grabbed onto Yesung's upper arm and pulled him close. “Do you have so little confidence in yourself that you can't tell when someone is attracted to you?”   Yesung could hear his own heart beating, it was so loud that it was almost deafening. “Let go of me, Kyuhyun-ssi. We can't d