Cigarette | seho

3. End (M)

Junmyeon never thought that he'd be able to memorize routes to places. Everytime his parents drove, it was like they had a GPS ingrained in their brains, and he was perplexed to no end. But now as his car drove down busy streets that are still illuminated by a setting sun, he figured that it was fairly easy if you use it enough. Or if you simply have a driving force. In this case, it was both.

Once he arrived, he ran through Sehun's lobby and immediately dashed for his door. His patience was running thin for once. He just wanted his good friend back. When the dark blue door greeted his eyes, he didn't hesitate to knock, and Sehun didn't hesitate to answer. Junmyeon's breath got knocked out the second Sehun's arms curled around his body in a tight grip.

"I'm sorry," was all Sehun could say, and Junmyeon just nodded and hugged him back. They didn't part for minutes, their scents filling the other's nostrils.

"It's alright, Sehun. Just let me get you something to drink, and then we can talk," Junmyeon softly suggested. Once Sehun agreed and went for his tan loveseat, Junmyeon darted for his kitchen and didn't hesitate to make the younger's favorite concoction.

He came back with a tall glass and a small smile, making Sehun crack one of his own for the first time Junmyeon's seen in awhile. Lips touched the cool glass and took small sips, and Junmyeon couldn't help but be hypnotized. Though he spoke before his animalistic intentions got the best of him.

"We should define what we are, and I should explain myself to you," Junmyeon calmly started. Sehun just nodded and drank his glass, eyes fully trained on Junmyeon's face. "The reason why I didn't wanna talk was because I honestly couldn't put it into words, and I thought things would change for the worst once I did," Junmyeon explained and waited for Sehun's reaction. He saw his defined brows draw in and his pink lips purse.

"You worry way too fucking much, Junmyeon," Sehun exasperatedly sighed with his head thrown back but immediately gave him a smile, "Go on." Junmyeon sighed in relief as he adjusted himself before continuing.

"On God, I would never use you as a toy and step all over you. I wanna take care of you, and I don't wanna make you feel like this. But, you're like something I'm addicted to and something I shouldn't have at the same time. It's like every time I just see or touch you, I'm under your spell, and I-I can't even fucking control myself from, from," Junmyeon hurriedly said, the words falling from his lips before he knew it. Sehun sat up straighter at this point and marinated the elder's words.

"So, I'm basically your drug. That's what you're saying?" Sehun stated out loud looking at Junmyeon for clarification, and when he got it, he continued, "Wow, didn't expect that comparison, but I'm pleased. Not all drugs are too bad." Sehun just smirked, winked, and drank the rest of the tall glass. Junmyeon was almost surprised at the younger's response but just sighed with relief and accepted that that was who Sehun was. The corners of his mouth tugged upwards at the younger's absurdness and reached for his soft hands and lightly caressed them, but the next words that he uttered made his stomach drop millions of stories.

"It makes sense, especially since you want to be in your roommate's grip so bad. He may be what you dream to have, but he's not what you need to have," Sehun whispered, his gaze becoming dangerous in an instant. Words couldn't even escape Junmyeon's mouth as he looked shocked with horror, making Sehun let out a small, dark chuckle.

His taller frame slinked towards his, and Junmyeon's heart couldn't control itself. Delicate fingers seductively ran up his arms then rested themselves on his chin before gingerly touching his agape lips. Sehun's eyes were filled with that same look he gave him when they were lost in each other. Junmyeon's mind couldn't process it, but it could do one thing: submit.