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The room felt awfully hot, feeling as their clothing stuck onto the skin underneath. It hasn't even passed ten minutes and Chanhee already desperately wanted to leave this room with an awkward aura. But can you blame them? they were forced in here, and though Chanhee had a problem with it, Younghoon didn't mind it what so ever.
Even if Younghoon and Chanhee aren't together, Younghoon still felt the odd feeling in him that it was okay if it was awkward, as long as Chanhee isn't sitting on Juyeon's lap. Even if his brother, Sangyeon, clearly saw the whole thing go down where he had token him to the room.
He didn't plan to do anything sexual with him, even if he had thought about it before. Especially with the small drips of sweat dripping down his forehead, his messy hair all over the place as he tried to neat it out. He didn't even notice the eyes who averted to him automatically with every one of his moves.
"are you still going to stare?" Chanhee asked as he leaned his body closer to the mirror to check his hair. They were both currently sat on the bed, feet apart though Younghoon took spaces closer and closer until their knees touched. So close now that he can smell Chanhee's cologne under his nose, and for sure he didn't mind the cherry-like smell, especially if it came from the person beside him.
Younghoon heaved a sigh as he took a sip out of his beer, his sour expressions catching Chanhee's drawn eyes. "Are you seriously drinking right now?"
"Yeah, want some?" offered Younghoon, pulling the plastic red cup closer to Chanhee who instantly resisted the request. The one time he tasted alcohol it tasted like pure ass, so he was sure this one won't be any different. Even if he lowkey did want to know what the hype was all about, maybe just one sip or two.
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Two sips turned into two cups, feeling the burning sensation down his throat with the taste of alcohol still very much known on the back of his tongue. He had been savoring the intoxicating drink that he didn't even noticed that it had been taking a toll on his state.
It was as if they room was running in circles, making him feel dizzy with rings of light popping out of no where. He felt so drunk that he felt lazy even uttering a response to the other drunk male who hadn't seemed to get enough of the drink in his hands.
"So this is what drinking feels like?" He never knew it felt this good despite feeling dizzy. So good that he thought about nothing else but the present in this room that was slowly suffocating his energy, but he seemed to enjoy it. Enjoyed it so much that he ended up drinking all of the left over alcohol Younghoon had left.
Younghoon watched as the liquid dripped down from the corner of his lips to his chin, laughs escaping as he didn't break the lustful eye contact with the older. He wasn't sure if it was pure lust and the alcohol talking, but Chanhee knew that the next action he was planning on undertaking could change almost everything. Even if he's sure he won't remember.
The alcohol didn't fail to still have its taste on his lips, and he didn't mind if he tasted more of it from another pair. Especially Kim Younghoon's, who seemed to be getting the same idea. The room was getting darker as it was getting late, only a small dimmed lighted lamp helping them still see each other's faces.
Younghoon traced his fingers on the soft covers until it stopped on Chanhee's knee, making its way up until he was now getting closer and closer to his waist. He runs his fingers on his thighs until he finally had a grip on his waist, who he wanted to hold tight so bad ever since he first laid eyes on the male again at his party.
He felt Chanhee stiffen from his touch, eyes drawn onto the older's who's body was slightly hovering over him. Younghoon loved this feeling, the feeling of Chanhee stiffening from the small touches and with him especially below him. His hands linger on his hair, creasing his cheek as he Brought his face closer to his.
So close that their heavy breathing mixed together in sync, pants leaving Chanhee's lips and was desperate for Younghoon to finally close the gap between them. But it took longer then expected since Younghoon just kept creasing his waist. So he took matters into his own hands.
He pulled him closer by the hem of his shirt, until finally he took the courage to seal their lips together. And as expected, Chanhee loved the way they molded together so perfectly. The taste of alcohol in his lips made him groan in satisfaction, feeling touch starved even if this really wasn't much. But to him, it was. Even if he won't end up remembering this, this one time thing was definitely worth it.
He let his tongue swirl over Younghoon's lips, not sure if he was doing anything right but he didn't care and neither did Younghoon, because that for sure made him go crazy for a split second.
Their bodies were so together, chests moving upwards from lack of oxygen but none of them wanted to leave each others lips so easily. Younghoon bit his lower lip gently, not wanting to harm him even if it was so hard not to when Chanhee's heavy panting was like music to his ears.
They both pull away for air with a string of saliva coming from both of their swollen lips. Chanhee lets out a drunk laugh as Younghoon threw his body beside Chanhee, who unexpectedly had his head now on his shoulder.
Chanhee couldn't help but trace his eyes to younghoon's, eyes tired but yet he couldn't find himself to close them when there's a feeling in his stomach. He's had this feeling for awhile, though he figured maybe it was the guilt he's feeling since it occurs every time he's with Younghoon.
But any idiot can easily connect the dots and say that the feeling isn't guilt, and Chanhee now knows that. Drunk or not, his thoughts were very clear now. The boy he just kissed, the boy he's risking it all for, might be the first guy in a while that Chanhee has liked ever since Juyeon.
The thought scared him, that he catched feelings quick but yet he wished he could press rewind to where they didn't talk. But yet, that didn't sound pleasant to him. Anything but pleasant. He swallowed the lump in his throat, feeling Younghoon's lingering stare and none of them bothered to look away.
ah the wonder's of alcohol.
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"we didn't do anything." Lies, and Chanhee knew it. After those five cups of alcohol, it somehow wasn't enough to completely blacken out his memory. He can still remember some of his touches and his lips on his, but most of it was blur. He just wondered if Younghoon remembers.
He wishes he doesn't, hell he wished he himself didn't remember. Because then he doesn't have to deal with the fact that he has come into the conclusion that he likes him.
"We literally had to drag you to the car while you were black out drunk and Lucas had to help Younghoon, You almost choked Hyunjae thinking he was a pillow so I had to get you off of him."Luckily Sangyeon didn't ask any more questions about the night before, he just hoped he didn't find their messy hair and swollen lips suspicious.
"well lets talk about you moving out and leaving me, isn't that where we're going right now? Your new apartment?"
"don't try to change the subject when you literally threw up in the morning and I had to sneak you in so mom and dad didn't hear, you owe me big time." He wished the older moving out was a joke, but sadly in wasn't. He was indeed moving out and thats where they were currently heading to, now he will stay in the house alone with his parents alone forever. But maybe this isn't as bad, now he can stay over.
That is if his parents trust him again.
They finally arrive in the small yet neat apartment, empty enough to hear their own voices echoing. "it's kinda crusty"
"Say that again and you're never coming over"
"I take it back, it actually looks nice. Look this can be my room!" Chanhee quickly ran to the second room in the lonely apartment, feet making clicking sounds on the wooden floor.
