Talking to myself- YeonBin

Chapter 18- Shit.

YEOJUNS HOUSE
Soobin POV

"Then I guess we will just have to find out"

I saw a look of deadliness in his eyes and began to panic. I shuffled back onto his bed, towards the headboard as he stalked his way slowly. He looked almost predatory as he shuffled over me, stopping as he hovered over me.

Of course in my head I was panicking. My crush of many years now is fucking hovering over me like its nothing. I just pray this doesn't, you know, turn me on at all. That would be terrible, unless he wants it that is, but I doubt it.

He looked deep into my eye with a lustful stare, causing my body to tremble. Who knew my Yeonjunnie could be so- so- dominating. He leaned down towards my ear, his breath on my neck, sending shivers down my spine. "Soobin-ah" he growled in my ear. My eyes force themselves shut. I knew if I saw him now there would be no returning or quick recovery.

I wriggled in place as he lifted his head back up to look me in the eyes. "A response would help love" he whispered. I couldn't form words. I opened my mouth to speak but nothing would come out. That's when things changed.

Yeonjun let out a giggle as he rolled off of me, landing at my side. "Soobin haha if only you could see your face. I just flustered you~" he giggled as he danced in place. "What?" I asked,unable to comprehend what on earth just happened. "And that's revenge for that time at your house" he finally added as he caught his breath.

This tease- I mean I guess he doesnt know how I feel about him so that's just a given og being around him.

"Ya Hyung, that was not fair" I said, disappointed on the inside. There was me really thinking something would happen. "You shouldnt have teased me like you did that day," Yeonjun said with an evil smile. "Remind me why I'm your friend" I said blankly. "Because you looooove me" Yeonjun smiled excitedly as he tackled me into a hug.

Yes Yeonjun I do love you but probably not in the way you think. You might think of it as friendly but if you really knew you would see what a stalker I am. What a 'monster' I am.

I could feel him smiling into my shoulder as he hugged me tightly. "What are you smiling about?" I asked softly as I stroked his fluffy pink hair. I heard a hum before he responded, "hmmmmm you" he responded, burying his head even further into my shoulder if that was even humanly possible. I was quite comfy with him laying there but suddenly his head darted up with wide eyes. "What?" I asked. "I'm hungry," he said. "This is your house, you can get food whenever you want. Remember?" I asked. A soft blush painted his cheeks and nose, "oh yeah" he mumbled as he looked down. This kid really forgot he was in his own house. How? I don't know, but was it cute? 100%.

"Cmon then let's go and eat" I encouraged. He sprung up from his bed and ran out of the room shortly followed by me. He has so much energy.

Yeonjun POV-

After eating Soobin had to leave as it got pretty late. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't sad. He's my best friend so obviously i'm going to want him around but recently i've been wanting him around more and more. I want to cuddle up to him and stay like that forever, to fall asleep with him and wake up to him by my side. Wait. Do I like him? No, I can't, he's my friend so obviously it's just friendly feelings. Maybe if I was closer with my other friends, and ya know some of them were not in relationships, I would feel the same about them. That has to be right. There would be no way he would even like me back if I did. Would there?

Soobin POV-

I was irritated when I had to leave Yeonjun's house so early but for some reason something felt wrong.

It's been a cold walk. Yeonjun did offer to walk me home but I declined. My headspace is being a bit strange to say the least. The same old front door. I took out my keys and forcefully jammed them in the old lock, twisting them a few times before I heard a 'pop'. Despite it being my own house I entered carefully, slipping off my shoes slowly. Something definitely feels wrong now that I'm here.

I ran straight to my room. Nothing. My bathroom. Nothing. The kitchen. Still nothing. The last possibility would be the living room. I opened the small door to see a woman sitting on one of my sofas drinking what seemed to be alcohol, her back turned to me. Her head whipped around to face me. I recognise that face.

Shit.

What was she doing here?

A/N

Hey, just letting you know that I have mock exams coming up so I might be a bit off radar but I think I should still be able to get a couple pf uploads out this week :)

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