(no subject)
Title: Knock knock.
Pairing: Jongup/you.
Rating: PG-13 (?)
W/C: 1,082
Summary: It's late and someone comes to your door.
Knock knock knock.
I slowly sat up in bed wondering if I was hearing things.
Knock knock knock.
There it was again. I got up off my bed, turned on my bedroom light and opened my door to see if what I heard was right.
Knock knock.
I was. I sighed and looked at my alarm clock.
4:57 AM.
“Who would visit at 4 in the morning?” I thought. I made my way through the hallway that connected my room to the living room and crossed it to get to the front door. I peeked through the side window before I opened it and I saw a blonde guy. He didn’t seem in his right mind. I watched for a minute as he stumbled and leaned against the outside brick wall. I chuckled a bit and brought my hands up to my hair to straighten the tangled pieces out.
After a few minutes doing so, I finally opened the door. The guy, whose eyes were closed, opened them and was staring at me. I stood there and waited for him to tell me what he was doing at my front door at 4 in the morning. A few minutes passed before one of us said anything.
“Hey.” The blonde said. I studied his face while he did and noticed how he looked a few years older than I was. His skin was glowing, even in the dark. He was wearing a black hoodie, with what seemed like a black wifebeater. His jeans were gray and baggy, and the bottom cuffs were tucked over his shoes. His eyes were small but when he looked at me with them, they were intense. His hair was almost white and I thought it fit him. His eyebrows were somewhat thick and I figured they fit him too. My eyes lingered to where his lips were and they were stuck there.
“Hi.” It was barely a whisper. He heard it and smiled. My breathing stopped for a second and I was speechless.
“D’you… mind if I use your… b-bathroom real quick?” His words were slurred and slow. I kept my eyes on his lips and nodded. I moved away from the door, stood on the side and motioned for him to come in. He hesitated for a bit before he made his way into my front door and almost fell on his face. Almost as if on cue, I rushed over to him and grabbed him. I flung his arm over my shoulder and trudged to the bathroom. I watched him out of the corner of my eye and felt self-conscious when I saw that he was staring at me.
“Here we are.” I said quietly as I opened the door and switched the light on to the bathroom. I let go of him and he grabbed hold of the doorframe as he looked back at me and smiled.
“Thankkkk you.” He said as he walked, or it seemed as if that’s what he was attempting, into the bathroom. I watched after him and after a minute, just when I thought he was going to be fine by himself, he tripped on the mat in front of the bathtub and fell.
“Oh lord.” I said to myself as I ran into the bathroom to help him up. He groaned out of pain and he rubbed his head where I thought I could see a bump forming. I chuckled and offered a hand out to him, “Come on. After you get situated here, I’ll go get you some ice for that.”
He looked up at me and smiled that killer smile again. He grabbed hold of my hand-technically my whole arm-and stood up slowly. I had to keep a hand on the wall near us to keep my balance. He draped his arm over my shoulders again and fiddled with his pants.
“Uhm…” I panicked a little, not sure of what to do. He stopped and led me out of the bathroom door. Confused, I turned back towards him and only caught sight of his back. Too bad I didn’t know what to call him, so I didn’t say anything. I almost turned away to prepare some ice for him, but before I can do so, his pants were already off, just around his ankles.
I stood there with my eyes wide. I knew I should’ve looked away but he didn’t notice I was standing there. I watched as the next piece of clothing came off-his boxers. I covered my mouth before I could scream and turned away.
“You didn’t see that, you didn’t see that, you didn’t see that.” I chanted to myself. But it was a lie. I laughed to myself and mentally cheered. For a second, I debated with myself whether to stay and watch a hot guy in my bathroom that turned up drunk and is now stripping or to go into the kitchen and ignore the fact that there was a hot guy that turned up drunk and is now stripping. In the end, I stayed, turned around and mentally cheered for him to take off more.
He was oblivious to the fact that I was standing there. He stopped for a minute, with his pants and underwear off. I panicked, thinking that he might turn around soon and catch me watching, but all he did was yell, “I’m… showerrrring, o-okay?”
I waited a minute before I answered, “Okay.” I must be lucky; the guy was going to be fully naked! I laughed at how bad I was being and watched as the guy stripped off his jacket and his tank-top. He turned around and I held my breath, but his eyes were closed while he rested against the wall and kicked off his underwear and pants that were around his ankles. I watched as he almost fell a few times, his head coming close to hitting the bathtub again, but he managed to stay against the wall.
I avoided looking at his private parts and kept my gaze on his face. His features were soft, yet they could kill someone. I wondered what it would be like to touch his lips. I was lost in thought when he cleared his throat and brought me back to reality where I stood in front of the bathroom and was staring at him. While he was naked.
He smirked and got off the wall, heading my way. “You like what you see?”