Yeo had begged his way into your bed once again, saying it was his 20th birthday and wanted you to stay the night as his gift, trying to persuade you, or rather manipulate you into giving him what he wants.

And like always, you gave in to his demands.

You let Yeo use your body, let him satisfy his every need. Finding yourself tangled up in each other the next morning after a night of familiar passion, the shorter guy snuggled contently under your arm.

But just being friends with benefits was not enough for Yeo, he wanted more to this relationship. And he's gonna use his 20 year old gift excuse to the fullest.

Yeo sat up from your bed, the blanket falling from his naked body and pooled around his waist. He looked up at you, your form now standing at the window with a glass of water, only in boxers and his scratch marks visible on your back.

Will you be my boyfriend?

Yeo asked the same question you're so familiar with.

He repeated his question when you didn't immediately respond, his voice becoming more persistent, and demanding. A hand reached out, in a silent plea for you to come back to bed. His eyes glistened, ready to shed fake tears if he has to.

Be my boyfriend.