Dᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ - I.M ᴄʜᴀɴɢ ᴋʏᴜɴ ᴍᴏɴsᴛᴀ x

Prologue

Addiction, whether is be drugs, alcohol, a smell...it takes over someone's life and can either make them or break them.

He was my addiction...the way sweat glistened off his forehead and his head rolled back in pleasure. Its my favourite sight to see, when he unravels under my touch, the way he moans as his body comes to its release.

I love it, every second of it.

"Fuck y/n" his head rolled back forward as he cupped my cheek leaning in and placing a soft kiss to my lips.

Staring into each other's eyes we leaned back in towards each other, lips meeting in the middle. His soft yet warm touch melted me away, the way our tongues danced together took my breath away.

When I'm away from his touch I end up craving him, missing him and the way my name leaves his lips.
Those lips, so kissable and beautiful.
The sounds that leave those beautiful lips of his are heavenly, hearing it is enough to bring me to my high as I release with him.
Both of us reaching our highs together, our moans mixing and filling the room.

"Thats it baby, cum for me" his husky voice sent chills down my spine as I arched my back under his touch.

His body fits so perfectly with mine as if we were built for each other. His lips molding perfectly with my own and our legs tangling together as he easily slips inside of me, although we were most definitely out of it, drunk out of our minds at a party...I couldn't help but melt under his touch.

Everything about him made me crave him more, to know him more.

Honestly who knew we would end up here?
He used to be my childhood friend, we spent all our time together but by highschool he changed...leaving me to myself.

Sleeping around, getting bad grades, bullying me...he changed alot from who he used to be, but I couldn't help but love him still despite it all. Now look at us  drunkenly fucking upstairs of my brothers new years party, locked away in my bedroom hidden from everyone else. My name leaving his lips and his name slipping into my moans.

Its bad to say it, but I'm addicted to him and I don't think I'll ever stop loving him even if he hates me.

Because once the sun rises I know he's not going to be next to me...even if I meant more to him then an occasional one night stand, my brother would kill him if he found him drunkenly naked next to me in my bedroom.

Sure we are both adults, in our first year of college...but my older brother still babies me, he still see's me as his baby sister.

Everyone does, they all think I'm this sweet innocent baby. If only they knew the thoughts that raged my mind at night, the way I wish to run my hands through Chang kyun's hair, down his shoulders...raking my finger nails up his back just to hear the sweet profanities that leave his mouth.

These thoughts wouldn't occupy my head if he never showed up to that party...if he never appeared back infront of me, the smell of alcohol on his breath as he pushed me up against my bedroom wall.
The way his hands explored my body, groping my thighs as he held me up, his hot breath fanning my skin.

I should have stopped him then because now I can't stop these thoughts.

Does he miss me like I miss him? Or was he just drunk and not thinking straight?

Does he miss what we had before he fucked everything up?

Because I know I sure as hell miss him.

Not just from that night, I miss my bestfriend.
Now he just hangs out with my older brothers friend group, though those two in particular aren't friends themselves.

Some things are supposed to stay secret, some things shouldn't have happened...maybe sleeping with kyun was a mistake that night.

Maybe he was right to say the words he did to me the following week in class.

"You mean nothing to me, just because we grew up together doesn't mean shit...stop obsessing over me" he spat.

Though he said those words I couldn't help but still care about him, I could see in his eyes that there was something more behind those words...he looked lost...a deep sadness filled his eyes when he spoke.

A longing feeling hung in the air, I could see it in his eyes that he missed me too...there was just something holding him back and it kills me that we aren't close enough anymore for me to ask him.

Why won't he let me back in...he had the audacity to sneak up to my room at my brothers new years party and fuck me against the wall.

So why can't he just talk to me...is it so hard for him to do that?