"Hey baby,” Yeonjun purred at Soobin.

Soobin looked up at Yeonjun's approach, his gaze immediately drawn to the way the skirt hugged Yeonjun's form. His lips curled into a slow smile.

"Well, hello there," he replied, his voice laced with a hint of desire. He pulled Yeonjun closer to him, his hands settling on his hips, just below the top edge of the skirt. He let his fingers brush against the bare skin there, a small gesture of affection and need.

"You look... absolutely gorgeous," Soobin murmured, his voice low and sultry.

His fingers continued to dance along the edge of Yeonjun's skirt, the feeling of the smooth fabric against his skin sending a spark of heat through him. His eyes drifted down, taking in the sight of Yeonjun's legs, the way the skirt accentuated his every contour.

"I swear, sweetheart, you get more and more irresistible every time I look at you," Soobin continued, his touch moving, above his skirt . He ran his fingers lightly up the back of Yeonjun's thighs, feeling the warm, supple skin teasing through the fabric there.

Soobin couldn't help but notice the glances being directed their way. There were a few people staring at them, some not so subtly. It didn't sit right with him, the idea of others ogling at what he considered his. He pulled Yeonjun closer, his grip on his hip tightening.

"Wanna sit down, sweetheart," Soobin muttered, his tone edged possessiveness. He shifted slightly, angling himself so that his body was partially shielding Yeonjun from the other gazes. His touch still lingered, a silent claim of ownership.

Before having an answer he guided Yeonjun towards a secluded corner of the room, away from the main crowd. There, he found a cozy sofa and settled down, pulling Yeonjun sideways down onto his lap, where his legs went over his. Once Yeonjun was comfortably seated, Soobin's arms circled around him, pulling him close, his touch protective.