The mix of alcohol and coffee {one shot}
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Title: The mix of alcohol and coffee
Fandom: FT Island
Length: one shot.
Status: completed.
Pairing: JongSeung
Rating: PG~R
Genre: Fluff, Angst, Crack, Smut.
Summary: the taste of the mixed alcohol and coffee fit perfectly together.
It was hard, not falling for him. Even if I told myself that I already had my own one, I still could not stop my heart from liking him. The facts were enough, but they choked me and blew away, leaving place only for possibilities. Did Seunghyun like me? Did he not like me? Have I fallen in love with Seunghyun, I have not?
There were many possibilities and lots of doubt for me to think of. Since the first day almost one year and seven months ago, and I had those doubts inside of me, unyielding and strong. Until the day, we sat there, alone. Everyone was busy. Hongki had his mc recording, which busied him a lot. Jaejin in his musical rehearsals were a couple while Minhwan focused on his acting lessons.
Nothing much, that is what the two guitarist had that day. One show after another and our minds felt like exploding from the sudden amount of television in a day. Since we finished our mini album promotions, and the other members were occupying themselves with other things.
I was not much of actor to start a musical or a fun person like Hongki to be a mc, Seunghyun surely was not that comfortable to be acting with some people when fame had just opened its arms to him.
I stole a glance at the boy’s profile, as always his red hair grew to shadow his eyes that were small yet two beautiful pools of dark brown that had my heart aching for a glance. His cheeks flatten against his bones, as weight seemed to fall off the boy as time passed.
‘We really worked him a lot, didn’t we?’ I thought to myself as my fingers itched to touch those cheeks. I ended up with one action; calling out his name. The clueless boy looked over to me instead of the television.
“Are you bored?” I asked animatedly, no questions but this popped in my head when I saw those blank eyes. He nodded and a sheepish smile drawn into those full lips. “Do you want some lessons? I heard you’ve been practicing a lot” I encouraged him into the conversation, which I carried alone.
“Hyung, are you serious?” another kind of explosion bursts in my heart when he smiled, fully with those peals and his eyes narrowed into two moons. I nodded and I could feel a cheeky smile of my own creeping on my face.
We sat there in our room; he held the light brown acoustic guitar in his lap as the music sheets spread over the bed sheets. He started with the song from the first album ever, “first kiss”. Sweet old memories flooded in my head as he played it cautiously and his eyes would dart between the guitar and the music sheets every second. He had started to hum to the beat and the cotton candy like lyrics.
I think it'll be sweet like candy
Somehow I think I'll even smell acacia
I worry that I'll get addicted to that smell
But the thing that worries me the most, no one would believe but
I've never kissed anyone before
He murmured the words sweetly, not powerfully like Hongki’s hoarse voice or Wonbin’s soft vocals, Seunghyun had his own mesmerizing vocals. I sat there, my own black acoustic guitar rested in my lap. Something about the lyrics made me glance at the boy’s lips. He licked them as he played the guitar more comfortably now.
I could not stop myself. I leaned forward; my heart throbbed in my chest, as I got closer to his back. My arms warningly attacked his body and grasped his torso. I heard his breath hitch as his whole body stiffened in my arms. I smiled as I buried my smile in his exposed neck due to his v-neck t-shirt. I wanted to hug him like this since ever, since my heart fell deeper for him.
I closed my eyes, as I smell the amazing smell of his hair. My fingers touched his chest and he shivered. I tilted my head so that my cheek sheepishly touched his filled cheek. Another intake of air and he relaxed again. But his relaxed faze didn’t last when I whispered three words, words that had my whole emotions built up in them and then just spurted in one second, the words of “I love you”.
Seunghyun did not answer; I tried to convince myself that he burnt with embarrassment as my body felt the same burning, but with desire. I wanted him to be blushing furiously, but when his hand touched my arms with shaky hands, I knew this. He was unpleasantly shocked. I felt something wet against my cheek, I felt like my heart broke into two as I realized two things.
First, that Seunghyun cried as I held him in my arms, and two, that he now was tugging away my arms, but I refused to let him go. In seconds, my mind seeped the actions and translated them into nothing but reality, the mother fucking reality.
I did not ask questions, I just let him go, and as much as my complete being seemed to be jeopardized by that fact, but I tried to do it the hard, or the easy way. He tired to whisper something, but as I slid my arms away from his body, I choose to ignore them, and just try not to look at his remorse of expressions.
His apology though seeped into my skin, embedded with my bones and became a tattoo engraved inside my heart. Tears became my only companion at night, heartbreak planted on my lips and anger filled my mind. I could not face him or anyone for that night. I kept my distance from anywhere near him, but my heart would suffer more if he passes by me.
“What’s wrong with you?” Hongki asked me one night, as both of us sat late to practice for an upcoming event in Japan. I smiled my known awkward smile and hoped the glasses I wore would hide the betrayal in my eyes. Hongki was not the one to believe that smile. He looked suspicious, and then he ignored me for an hour.
When I packed away my guitar and headed for the bathroom, a hand stopped me from closing the door. Before I had the chance to yelp from surprise as two hands pulled me outside the bathroom, the familiar hands pushed my shoulders to the wall next to the bathroom. I met Hongki’s light brown eyes, wet and hurt.
“Kiss me!” he demanded and I am in no position to deny his demand. I cupped his cheeks and his eyes closed. As I leaned forward, felt the touch of his hands on my shoulder burn as heat spread in my body, I locked our lips in a small kiss. When I backed away, the once warm and soft hands on my shoulders fell as his whole body stiffened.
He knew what I went through, the harsh rejection I got. He hugged me, and when my tears wet his white button up shirt, Hongki did not mind. He patted away my sobs and brushed of bits of my broken hearts that felt like sparkling all over the place like one broken glass. I stuttered an apology, but he cut me through it, thorough eyes glanced at my face, which felt so flustered after I had spilled my heart’s contents at Hongki.
He smiled, a lean finger traced my cheek before he leaned and kissed my cheek. I tried to thank him for understanding, not asking, and never saying no to me, but as usual, Hongki was prideful and just patted me into his bed. I had to be away from Seunghyun, and sleeping three feet away from him would ruin the big shield I built in three days.
A fight over eaten bagels turned into a heated glaring contest between Hongki and Seunghyun, and I stood there in the middle, one hand on Hongki’s shoulder while I thought of Seunghyun’s existence as nothing. As much as my heart throbbed in my chest, yearned to be exposed and receive none but acceptance, as much as my tears threatened to fall so embarrassingly like three nights ago, as much as my pride will not allow me to brood and be moody. I smiled from ear to ear, one huge fake smile, which convinced neither singer, nor sub-vocals.
“Let’s just forget this, hmm Hongki?” I reached to ruffle Hongki’s hair, which had gotten lengthy too. Hongki glared at me now, and I backed away comically. He gave me those known looks, as he looked inside of me, ‘you burn from the inside, yet you joke on the outside’ but I just ignored those killing looks. This seemed to hurt as they came from my comrade and best friend.
The tension dangerously grew by the days. Hongki did not accept my silence and Seunghyun’s witlessness when it came to how other people felt for a time. I tried to silence Hongki from his never dying lectures deep at night, but he said something that made me grew pregnant with more anguish.
“If he doesn’t love you, then why do you love him?” Hongki’s tone seemed harsh, yet I did not intend to keep his own heartbreak in the dark. I knew he felt what I felt for Seunghyun, since Hongki’s heart stolen from his chest and presented to one person, in a way Hongki never felt in his life, and for Hongki to feel another harsh feeling for the first time in his life when that person had not repaid Hongki for his loyalty.
“I will,” I weakly whispered, but I talked more firmly when I repeated, “I will stop… hopefully” but all firmness dwindled from my voice. My mind helplessly fell into what ifs, possibilities and hopeless doubt. Our eyes interlaced and I saw the great morose Hongki felt for the bubble of unruliness dream I grew inside my heart. ‘I’m worried about you…’ his eyes exposed but Hongki’s great pride got in the way of their verbal explosion.
I slept away my troubles for the next month. Hongki is too stubborn for my taste, and he knew I gave up on convincing him. Therefore, my problems slowly started unbecoming one of Hongki’s priorities. However, another problem grew slowly. The worrying signs of me moping and brooding had disappeared, but the void I felt in my chest did not show any signs of dying yet.
I woke up very early that Sunday morning. Birds chirped to announce such a lovely day it was in that weekend, and I slowly started to regain hope about actually feeling the great weather hugging my body as I exited the bathroom in a new pair of homey clothes. The sun just came out moments ago as I took a long shower. I did not believe that I slept so much as I thought of the time I actually fell into unconsciousness, it was just past nine thirty. I slept for a long period, now that I look at the watch and see that I was five thirty am.
I was scared out of my skin when I heard the bang of the front door of our duplex. It was so early, yet late. I got out of the kitchen, the coffee; warm and ready settle into my stomach had to wait as my heart fell apart when I saw a staggering Seunghyun as he made his way from the door to the living room. His eyes looked hazily at the place before he swaggered in his footsteps and fell on the floor.
My body stiffened and I could not move to help him off the floor, that fall must have definitely been hurtful. However, something inside me stopped me from being the loving leader and I wanted him to be in pain, in any kind of pain as if it offered a bit of comfort toward my mislaid self. He rolled on the wooden floor and I relaxed as I took slow strides toward his lying body.
He stared at me; his hair fell away from his face and revealed the incoherent gazed look that filled his eyes. Suddenly, his mouth broke in a smile as I kneeled on one knee next to him and helped him into a sitting position. His smile broke butterflies cages in my stomach, but I swallowed away the tingling emotions. His body was propped on his elbows, but he tried to support his weight on one as he leaned his free hand to touch my face.
I backed away and annoyance seemed to surface my face, and I wanted him to misunderstand my blush as anger. He fell at his back when his elbow failed him. He giggled as I kept backing away when his hands tried to take my face into their warmth. He acted a disappointed face but when I leaned forward, I saw him launch forward like a bunny to grab me, again, I backed away with a very upset expression.
“Will you stop that?” I told him sharply as I leaned to hold him to the couch. He smelled of strong alcohol as soon as I wrapped my arms underneath his armpits. His head fell on my shoulder and that cheeky smile never left his mouth. I dropped him off on the couch, and he sat there slouching as he glared at me. His smile faded when I showed no further interest in him.
I did not want him to follow me into the kitchen, nevertheless I felt disappointed when my desire came true. However, I met his puppy eyes when I came back into the living room. He lay at the couch but when I appeared with two cups of hot coffee in my hand, his body sprung into a sitting position. I narrowed my eyes at him. His actions were drunk yet sober in some ways; he just made me feel uncomfortable. He accepted the cup with a warm smile, and for a moment, I wanted the time to stop at there.
I sighed as I snuggled in the other couch and turned on the television. The smell started to annoy me, therefore I turned my head to Seunghyun to tell him to go and take a shower to sober up. Nevertheless, there he sat Indian style, and slept with his eyes closed while his hands held the cup carefully. My heart ached at how beautiful and cute he looked.
Once again, I sighed and got up from my warm cocoon and took the cup from his hands. He groaned at the loss of warmth but I just took it away. In my arms, snuggled to my chest, I took him to his room. My heart played all sort of games when he would close the distance between his lips and my neckline. Damn the v-shaped tee shirt I wore, cause’ Seunghyun’s breathing is making me aroused out of nowhere.
I tucked him in bed, but when I turned around -I still sat on his bed- one pair of arms caught my shoulders in their hold. I froze as warm breath sizzled down my nape, and lips pressed on the veins almost exploded from excitement. His hands roamed on my chest and when one touch of the tip of his finger ghosted over my hardening nipple, I gasped. He had licked my neck, slowly and intoxicating movements of his hands until they peeled up my dark blue tee shirt.
I felt the heat extent from my cheeks to my ears and neck. He chuckled when I moaned at the brief touch of his tanned hands on my non-existent abs. Seunghyun took the arch of my back to move closer, a humming voice doubted the chance of my survival. When his hands were removing my shirt, I jerked away and faced him. Foolishly, I remained on the bed.
My hands tugged down my shirt and wiped away the trail of saliva he left on my nape. I saw him leaning forward, his eyes shadowed with lust. “You’re awake” but he did not answer me. Instead, he pulled me with one arm onto him. I felt awkward and embarrassed to be topping him in his own bed. He did not seem to mind those facts one bit.
His hands had started another journey to my pants when I yelled; wide eyes with shock, “No!” his irritated face made me wander around his features for a reason. Nevertheless, soon, he pushed me roughly off the bed. My head met the floor with a thud and I winced in pain. Yet, he had tackled me on the ground, while he pinned my arms above my head.
The blush I had before hidden under my messed up long locks but he saw how my body seemed to gain a crimson color. His hand was strong against my wrists and as much as I wanted to move him away, he would not budge. His free hand played with the stretching waistband of my pants and the troubled expression I wore turned into a shocked one. ‘He wouldn’t!’ I mentally gasped but then all words were lost as he smirked when his fingers trailed down the bulge in my pants.
“You like it” he whispered, his voice seemed so alien and strange. It must have been that desire coated my mind, I could not say no to him when he palmed my clothed erection. I moaned loudly when his hand moved in a slow stroke and my hips thrusting movement foreseeable.
“Why?” I moaned out, my voice seemed so strange to me. Filled with desire and lust, I had no idea I had it in me to make such noises. He had started stroking the throbbing bulge slowly, but as I kept the noise down my throat, his pace picked up.
“Ahhh stop! S- s- Seunghyun…” I moaned out, my eyes already shut and too timid to be looking at those dazed eyes. His hands slowed down, much to my chagrin but they never stopped. He built up that knot in the bottom of my stomach. Breathing became hard when he would pick up the pace again. His hand let go of my wrists. I was too shocked to stop him when he pulled down my pants with my boxers.
I would have scratched the floor with my fingernails if I could as he blew cool air at my erection. I moaned when his lips closed down at my cock and he had started to lick the tip. My hands found his hair and I had no control of them when they tugged Seunghyun’s hair down, to engulf my being with more intoxicating sensations. He swallowed me deep in his mouth, and I feared his gag reflex, but the boy surprised me with no signs of nausea. I moaned loudly when he had sucked me harder this time, made every bit of my mind focused on the mind-blowing pleasure that pulsed in my blood.
I felt myself so close to the edge. I tried to move away his face so I would not come in his mouth, but he hummed, and his tongue pressed against my whole length. I could not do the slightest things at then when I came in his mouth. He made me blush as he swallowed my semen down his throat as if it was honey. He cleaned me off with his tongue and I almost felt myself harden again, but that was not possible, or so I thought. My hands found his face and I brought him to my own face. I felt tears overwhelmed me when he smiled sheepishly.
“Why did you do it?” I asked quietly, my voice cracked up at the end and I sounded like a foolish girl. “Why’d you do something like that if you’ll break my heart again?” this time, my voice was fiercer this time. He released his face from my grip and pulled me into a sitting position. My lower regions covered with a cloth. I sat up looking at his unsure expression. His eyes had all sort of emotions, between anxiety and concern, he settled for nothing at the end.
“I didn’t want you to feel guilty!” he said at the end. His eyes blankly ogled at my shocked orbs. Before I whispered the words of curiosity, he pulled me by the face into a kiss. My eyes closed the moment his lips met mine. I had always wanted to kiss him. As I predicted, our first kiss was as sweet as candy. I smelled the mix of alcohol and coffee and surprisingly, my tongue did not argue with it at all.
I took his tongue into my mouth the second it licked my lips bashfully. Our moans grew by the second and I tilt my head to the side to deepen the kiss to the max. Breathless we panted for air as our lips had the smallest distance apart. He smiled when a tear made its way down my cheek. He kissed it away and whispered,
“I was underage hyung. You’d feel guilty if I give away to your feelings” I had no idea he thought of that. Just thinking about it now makes this huge cloud of embarrassment hover over my head.
I buried my face in his chest, while his hand felt ticklish against my hipbones. I jerked away with a giggle when he actually tickled me. “I can’t believe I didn’t think of it earlier. I could have gone to jail… fucking an underage.” I whispered the last words timidly, but he smirked, and that caused a smirk to take place on my lips.
I found myself on the bed the moment I blinked. “Let’s see who will fuck who…” were the last words of the voice I heard before I fell into another trap of intimacy with my lover.
Fin
Fandom: FT Island
Length: one shot.
Status: completed.
Pairing: JongSeung
Rating: PG~R
Genre: Fluff, Angst, Crack, Smut.
Summary: the taste of the mixed alcohol and coffee fit perfectly together.
It was hard, not falling for him. Even if I told myself that I already had my own one, I still could not stop my heart from liking him. The facts were enough, but they choked me and blew away, leaving place only for possibilities. Did Seunghyun like me? Did he not like me? Have I fallen in love with Seunghyun, I have not?
There were many possibilities and lots of doubt for me to think of. Since the first day almost one year and seven months ago, and I had those doubts inside of me, unyielding and strong. Until the day, we sat there, alone. Everyone was busy. Hongki had his mc recording, which busied him a lot. Jaejin in his musical rehearsals were a couple while Minhwan focused on his acting lessons.
Nothing much, that is what the two guitarist had that day. One show after another and our minds felt like exploding from the sudden amount of television in a day. Since we finished our mini album promotions, and the other members were occupying themselves with other things.
I was not much of actor to start a musical or a fun person like Hongki to be a mc, Seunghyun surely was not that comfortable to be acting with some people when fame had just opened its arms to him.
I stole a glance at the boy’s profile, as always his red hair grew to shadow his eyes that were small yet two beautiful pools of dark brown that had my heart aching for a glance. His cheeks flatten against his bones, as weight seemed to fall off the boy as time passed.
‘We really worked him a lot, didn’t we?’ I thought to myself as my fingers itched to touch those cheeks. I ended up with one action; calling out his name. The clueless boy looked over to me instead of the television.
“Are you bored?” I asked animatedly, no questions but this popped in my head when I saw those blank eyes. He nodded and a sheepish smile drawn into those full lips. “Do you want some lessons? I heard you’ve been practicing a lot” I encouraged him into the conversation, which I carried alone.
“Hyung, are you serious?” another kind of explosion bursts in my heart when he smiled, fully with those peals and his eyes narrowed into two moons. I nodded and I could feel a cheeky smile of my own creeping on my face.
We sat there in our room; he held the light brown acoustic guitar in his lap as the music sheets spread over the bed sheets. He started with the song from the first album ever, “first kiss”. Sweet old memories flooded in my head as he played it cautiously and his eyes would dart between the guitar and the music sheets every second. He had started to hum to the beat and the cotton candy like lyrics.
I think it'll be sweet like candy
Somehow I think I'll even smell acacia
I worry that I'll get addicted to that smell
But the thing that worries me the most, no one would believe but
I've never kissed anyone before
He murmured the words sweetly, not powerfully like Hongki’s hoarse voice or Wonbin’s soft vocals, Seunghyun had his own mesmerizing vocals. I sat there, my own black acoustic guitar rested in my lap. Something about the lyrics made me glance at the boy’s lips. He licked them as he played the guitar more comfortably now.
I could not stop myself. I leaned forward; my heart throbbed in my chest, as I got closer to his back. My arms warningly attacked his body and grasped his torso. I heard his breath hitch as his whole body stiffened in my arms. I smiled as I buried my smile in his exposed neck due to his v-neck t-shirt. I wanted to hug him like this since ever, since my heart fell deeper for him.
I closed my eyes, as I smell the amazing smell of his hair. My fingers touched his chest and he shivered. I tilted my head so that my cheek sheepishly touched his filled cheek. Another intake of air and he relaxed again. But his relaxed faze didn’t last when I whispered three words, words that had my whole emotions built up in them and then just spurted in one second, the words of “I love you”.
Seunghyun did not answer; I tried to convince myself that he burnt with embarrassment as my body felt the same burning, but with desire. I wanted him to be blushing furiously, but when his hand touched my arms with shaky hands, I knew this. He was unpleasantly shocked. I felt something wet against my cheek, I felt like my heart broke into two as I realized two things.
First, that Seunghyun cried as I held him in my arms, and two, that he now was tugging away my arms, but I refused to let him go. In seconds, my mind seeped the actions and translated them into nothing but reality, the mother fucking reality.
I did not ask questions, I just let him go, and as much as my complete being seemed to be jeopardized by that fact, but I tried to do it the hard, or the easy way. He tired to whisper something, but as I slid my arms away from his body, I choose to ignore them, and just try not to look at his remorse of expressions.
His apology though seeped into my skin, embedded with my bones and became a tattoo engraved inside my heart. Tears became my only companion at night, heartbreak planted on my lips and anger filled my mind. I could not face him or anyone for that night. I kept my distance from anywhere near him, but my heart would suffer more if he passes by me.
“What’s wrong with you?” Hongki asked me one night, as both of us sat late to practice for an upcoming event in Japan. I smiled my known awkward smile and hoped the glasses I wore would hide the betrayal in my eyes. Hongki was not the one to believe that smile. He looked suspicious, and then he ignored me for an hour.
When I packed away my guitar and headed for the bathroom, a hand stopped me from closing the door. Before I had the chance to yelp from surprise as two hands pulled me outside the bathroom, the familiar hands pushed my shoulders to the wall next to the bathroom. I met Hongki’s light brown eyes, wet and hurt.
“Kiss me!” he demanded and I am in no position to deny his demand. I cupped his cheeks and his eyes closed. As I leaned forward, felt the touch of his hands on my shoulder burn as heat spread in my body, I locked our lips in a small kiss. When I backed away, the once warm and soft hands on my shoulders fell as his whole body stiffened.
He knew what I went through, the harsh rejection I got. He hugged me, and when my tears wet his white button up shirt, Hongki did not mind. He patted away my sobs and brushed of bits of my broken hearts that felt like sparkling all over the place like one broken glass. I stuttered an apology, but he cut me through it, thorough eyes glanced at my face, which felt so flustered after I had spilled my heart’s contents at Hongki.
He smiled, a lean finger traced my cheek before he leaned and kissed my cheek. I tried to thank him for understanding, not asking, and never saying no to me, but as usual, Hongki was prideful and just patted me into his bed. I had to be away from Seunghyun, and sleeping three feet away from him would ruin the big shield I built in three days.
A fight over eaten bagels turned into a heated glaring contest between Hongki and Seunghyun, and I stood there in the middle, one hand on Hongki’s shoulder while I thought of Seunghyun’s existence as nothing. As much as my heart throbbed in my chest, yearned to be exposed and receive none but acceptance, as much as my tears threatened to fall so embarrassingly like three nights ago, as much as my pride will not allow me to brood and be moody. I smiled from ear to ear, one huge fake smile, which convinced neither singer, nor sub-vocals.
“Let’s just forget this, hmm Hongki?” I reached to ruffle Hongki’s hair, which had gotten lengthy too. Hongki glared at me now, and I backed away comically. He gave me those known looks, as he looked inside of me, ‘you burn from the inside, yet you joke on the outside’ but I just ignored those killing looks. This seemed to hurt as they came from my comrade and best friend.
The tension dangerously grew by the days. Hongki did not accept my silence and Seunghyun’s witlessness when it came to how other people felt for a time. I tried to silence Hongki from his never dying lectures deep at night, but he said something that made me grew pregnant with more anguish.
“If he doesn’t love you, then why do you love him?” Hongki’s tone seemed harsh, yet I did not intend to keep his own heartbreak in the dark. I knew he felt what I felt for Seunghyun, since Hongki’s heart stolen from his chest and presented to one person, in a way Hongki never felt in his life, and for Hongki to feel another harsh feeling for the first time in his life when that person had not repaid Hongki for his loyalty.
“I will,” I weakly whispered, but I talked more firmly when I repeated, “I will stop… hopefully” but all firmness dwindled from my voice. My mind helplessly fell into what ifs, possibilities and hopeless doubt. Our eyes interlaced and I saw the great morose Hongki felt for the bubble of unruliness dream I grew inside my heart. ‘I’m worried about you…’ his eyes exposed but Hongki’s great pride got in the way of their verbal explosion.
I slept away my troubles for the next month. Hongki is too stubborn for my taste, and he knew I gave up on convincing him. Therefore, my problems slowly started unbecoming one of Hongki’s priorities. However, another problem grew slowly. The worrying signs of me moping and brooding had disappeared, but the void I felt in my chest did not show any signs of dying yet.
I woke up very early that Sunday morning. Birds chirped to announce such a lovely day it was in that weekend, and I slowly started to regain hope about actually feeling the great weather hugging my body as I exited the bathroom in a new pair of homey clothes. The sun just came out moments ago as I took a long shower. I did not believe that I slept so much as I thought of the time I actually fell into unconsciousness, it was just past nine thirty. I slept for a long period, now that I look at the watch and see that I was five thirty am.
I was scared out of my skin when I heard the bang of the front door of our duplex. It was so early, yet late. I got out of the kitchen, the coffee; warm and ready settle into my stomach had to wait as my heart fell apart when I saw a staggering Seunghyun as he made his way from the door to the living room. His eyes looked hazily at the place before he swaggered in his footsteps and fell on the floor.
My body stiffened and I could not move to help him off the floor, that fall must have definitely been hurtful. However, something inside me stopped me from being the loving leader and I wanted him to be in pain, in any kind of pain as if it offered a bit of comfort toward my mislaid self. He rolled on the wooden floor and I relaxed as I took slow strides toward his lying body.
He stared at me; his hair fell away from his face and revealed the incoherent gazed look that filled his eyes. Suddenly, his mouth broke in a smile as I kneeled on one knee next to him and helped him into a sitting position. His smile broke butterflies cages in my stomach, but I swallowed away the tingling emotions. His body was propped on his elbows, but he tried to support his weight on one as he leaned his free hand to touch my face.
I backed away and annoyance seemed to surface my face, and I wanted him to misunderstand my blush as anger. He fell at his back when his elbow failed him. He giggled as I kept backing away when his hands tried to take my face into their warmth. He acted a disappointed face but when I leaned forward, I saw him launch forward like a bunny to grab me, again, I backed away with a very upset expression.
“Will you stop that?” I told him sharply as I leaned to hold him to the couch. He smelled of strong alcohol as soon as I wrapped my arms underneath his armpits. His head fell on my shoulder and that cheeky smile never left his mouth. I dropped him off on the couch, and he sat there slouching as he glared at me. His smile faded when I showed no further interest in him.
I did not want him to follow me into the kitchen, nevertheless I felt disappointed when my desire came true. However, I met his puppy eyes when I came back into the living room. He lay at the couch but when I appeared with two cups of hot coffee in my hand, his body sprung into a sitting position. I narrowed my eyes at him. His actions were drunk yet sober in some ways; he just made me feel uncomfortable. He accepted the cup with a warm smile, and for a moment, I wanted the time to stop at there.
I sighed as I snuggled in the other couch and turned on the television. The smell started to annoy me, therefore I turned my head to Seunghyun to tell him to go and take a shower to sober up. Nevertheless, there he sat Indian style, and slept with his eyes closed while his hands held the cup carefully. My heart ached at how beautiful and cute he looked.
Once again, I sighed and got up from my warm cocoon and took the cup from his hands. He groaned at the loss of warmth but I just took it away. In my arms, snuggled to my chest, I took him to his room. My heart played all sort of games when he would close the distance between his lips and my neckline. Damn the v-shaped tee shirt I wore, cause’ Seunghyun’s breathing is making me aroused out of nowhere.
I tucked him in bed, but when I turned around -I still sat on his bed- one pair of arms caught my shoulders in their hold. I froze as warm breath sizzled down my nape, and lips pressed on the veins almost exploded from excitement. His hands roamed on my chest and when one touch of the tip of his finger ghosted over my hardening nipple, I gasped. He had licked my neck, slowly and intoxicating movements of his hands until they peeled up my dark blue tee shirt.
I felt the heat extent from my cheeks to my ears and neck. He chuckled when I moaned at the brief touch of his tanned hands on my non-existent abs. Seunghyun took the arch of my back to move closer, a humming voice doubted the chance of my survival. When his hands were removing my shirt, I jerked away and faced him. Foolishly, I remained on the bed.
My hands tugged down my shirt and wiped away the trail of saliva he left on my nape. I saw him leaning forward, his eyes shadowed with lust. “You’re awake” but he did not answer me. Instead, he pulled me with one arm onto him. I felt awkward and embarrassed to be topping him in his own bed. He did not seem to mind those facts one bit.
His hands had started another journey to my pants when I yelled; wide eyes with shock, “No!” his irritated face made me wander around his features for a reason. Nevertheless, soon, he pushed me roughly off the bed. My head met the floor with a thud and I winced in pain. Yet, he had tackled me on the ground, while he pinned my arms above my head.
The blush I had before hidden under my messed up long locks but he saw how my body seemed to gain a crimson color. His hand was strong against my wrists and as much as I wanted to move him away, he would not budge. His free hand played with the stretching waistband of my pants and the troubled expression I wore turned into a shocked one. ‘He wouldn’t!’ I mentally gasped but then all words were lost as he smirked when his fingers trailed down the bulge in my pants.
“You like it” he whispered, his voice seemed so alien and strange. It must have been that desire coated my mind, I could not say no to him when he palmed my clothed erection. I moaned loudly when his hand moved in a slow stroke and my hips thrusting movement foreseeable.
“Why?” I moaned out, my voice seemed so strange to me. Filled with desire and lust, I had no idea I had it in me to make such noises. He had started stroking the throbbing bulge slowly, but as I kept the noise down my throat, his pace picked up.
“Ahhh stop! S- s- Seunghyun…” I moaned out, my eyes already shut and too timid to be looking at those dazed eyes. His hands slowed down, much to my chagrin but they never stopped. He built up that knot in the bottom of my stomach. Breathing became hard when he would pick up the pace again. His hand let go of my wrists. I was too shocked to stop him when he pulled down my pants with my boxers.
I would have scratched the floor with my fingernails if I could as he blew cool air at my erection. I moaned when his lips closed down at my cock and he had started to lick the tip. My hands found his hair and I had no control of them when they tugged Seunghyun’s hair down, to engulf my being with more intoxicating sensations. He swallowed me deep in his mouth, and I feared his gag reflex, but the boy surprised me with no signs of nausea. I moaned loudly when he had sucked me harder this time, made every bit of my mind focused on the mind-blowing pleasure that pulsed in my blood.
I felt myself so close to the edge. I tried to move away his face so I would not come in his mouth, but he hummed, and his tongue pressed against my whole length. I could not do the slightest things at then when I came in his mouth. He made me blush as he swallowed my semen down his throat as if it was honey. He cleaned me off with his tongue and I almost felt myself harden again, but that was not possible, or so I thought. My hands found his face and I brought him to my own face. I felt tears overwhelmed me when he smiled sheepishly.
“Why did you do it?” I asked quietly, my voice cracked up at the end and I sounded like a foolish girl. “Why’d you do something like that if you’ll break my heart again?” this time, my voice was fiercer this time. He released his face from my grip and pulled me into a sitting position. My lower regions covered with a cloth. I sat up looking at his unsure expression. His eyes had all sort of emotions, between anxiety and concern, he settled for nothing at the end.
“I didn’t want you to feel guilty!” he said at the end. His eyes blankly ogled at my shocked orbs. Before I whispered the words of curiosity, he pulled me by the face into a kiss. My eyes closed the moment his lips met mine. I had always wanted to kiss him. As I predicted, our first kiss was as sweet as candy. I smelled the mix of alcohol and coffee and surprisingly, my tongue did not argue with it at all.
I took his tongue into my mouth the second it licked my lips bashfully. Our moans grew by the second and I tilt my head to the side to deepen the kiss to the max. Breathless we panted for air as our lips had the smallest distance apart. He smiled when a tear made its way down my cheek. He kissed it away and whispered,
“I was underage hyung. You’d feel guilty if I give away to your feelings” I had no idea he thought of that. Just thinking about it now makes this huge cloud of embarrassment hover over my head.
I buried my face in his chest, while his hand felt ticklish against my hipbones. I jerked away with a giggle when he actually tickled me. “I can’t believe I didn’t think of it earlier. I could have gone to jail… fucking an underage.” I whispered the last words timidly, but he smirked, and that caused a smirk to take place on my lips.
I found myself on the bed the moment I blinked. “Let’s see who will fuck who…” were the last words of the voice I heard before I fell into another trap of intimacy with my lover.
Fin