How To Kiss A Boy//Kim Jun Kyu

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Junkyu was fucking sick of it. Everyone in his dorm decided to have a college party and invite some people from the South University and everywhere he went, no matter how many friends he moved from, he was always the third wheel. 

He stayed clear of the couples (Mashiho and Asahi, Yeongue and Yoonbin, and Keita and his new boyfriend, Junichi), but even just by standing next to Seunghun and Byunggon or Jeongwoo and Haruto or even Hyunsuk and Jihoon, he was always third-wheeling. 

Not only did he stay clear of the couples, but he refused to be near Yedam during a party. The last time and the time before that, or really any time Junkyu got drunk, Yedam always tried to get Junkyu to forget about Insoo. Whether it be hooking him up with someone or flirting with people for him, Yedam always tried to get Junkyu over his obsession with Insoo. 

So Junkyu decided to say "fuck it" and became the wall flower of the party. With his back pressed against the wall, farthest away from the couches (because we all know what happens there), he began to people watch. 

Most of the crowd was in the center of the room. People grinded against each other, their hands grabbing what ever they can and was having borderline clothed sex. From the other side, there were people like him who stood off to the side, a drink in their hand as they conversed with others. Junkyu refused to look in the direction of the couches. 

Junkyu sighed and took another sip of his drink. To be honest, he didn't even know what he was drinking but he didn't care. The only reason why he agreed to go to another one of these lame parties was because he wanted to get fucked up. 

Ever since the start of the new term, Junkyu had been hearing the name 'Inhye' everywhere he went and it was driving him crazy. He believed that she was dead and gone; he knew that she was dead and gone, and yet she kept popping up like she was haunting him. 

So Junkyu thought it was best to drink his paranoia away. He'd regret it the next morning, he always did, but the plan sounded good at the moment. With one last final glance around the room, Junkyu downed the whole drink, the alcohol burning his throat. 

"Not much of a social butterfly, huh?" A boy with black hair approached him. He had soft facial features and a kind smile on his face. Junkyu could tell he was a charmer and quite popular with the girls considering the amount of people who's eyes lingered a bit too long on him. With that said, he did look a bit familiar. 

Tipsy, Junkyu shrugged. "Wouldn't say I'm a social butterfly, but I'm not exactly a wall flower. Just for tonight, though." He wasn't sure why he was talking to him, but Junkyu blamed it on the alcohol. Maybe blaming it on the fact that he sure was hot, but mostly on the alcohol. 

"I feel you," he said, patting Junkyu on his shoulder. He leaned against he wall beside him, but the room kept getting more crowded the longer they stood there and soon enough, their shoulders brushed against each others. 

Junkyu wasn't sure when he got another drink in his hand, but he was taking another sip of the alcohol. The boy beside him looked at him in concern despite also downing the intoxicating content. Soon enough, Junkyu knew he was fucked up. 

Junkyu's sight was blurred slightly, his body feeling sluggish. Every time he turned his head just the slightest, the room would spin and he would giggle, never knowing what about. The boy beside wasn't as wasted, but Junkyu knew he was also drunk considering the way he held himself. At least that's what drunk Junkyu thought. 

Drunk Junkyu also thought that the boy wasn't just hot, but really, fucking, sexy hot. His fit and toned body was hiding under that baggy sweatshirt the boy wore, but Junkyu could tell because they were pressed together by this point. When had they moved to the dance floor?

Junkyu's hands roamed all around the others', his head resting on the others' shoulder as he hugged him from behind. The two swayed sensually, so unaware and drunk. Junkyu felt himself harden, which made him groan softly into the others' ear. 

The other pulled him closer at this, the two boys unable to stop themselves at this point. Without a second thought, Junkyu let himself be dragged by the other, feeling his feet trip on the stairs as they made their way to the dorm rooms. How did they get here so fast? Junkyu's drunken mind lagged when he was pulled into an unfamiliar dorm room and a deep, lustful kiss. 

Junkyu's shoulder blades dug into the wall, his back pressed straight onto it before arching it and moaning into the others' mouth, his hands wrapped around the others' nape to deepen the kiss. He was struggling to keep up, and with one last thought, he let himself be consumed. 

Maybe I should let go.