Euphoria

14: Drunk Hearts

The strawberry smell of the cleanser making Maya feel a bit at ease. She had changed into a really comfy sweatshirt and shorts. Her feet cooling off, the horrible blisters were a bit at ease now.

The towel slipped out of her hands. Her mind going fuzzy. He stood there. Just stood there.
Beautiful ink organized from his finger tips to all along his arm till his shoulders. His pecks defined and his abs were the highlight. His collarbones peeking out and the V-line making Maya gulp. His waist was tiny, giving his body another exclusive feature. Maya felt worry in her heart. Won't he catch a cold if he stays shirtless like this?
Maya wasn't an angel. But now it felt right to scoop away those thoughts of getting a taste of each other. He was drunk. If her desires get the upper hand, he wouldn't even get to consent. Maybe he wouldn't mind and say yes, but again, he was drunk out of his mind. Anything he says now, wouldn't be him.
Besides, it was almost December. The nights were cold. And he had turned the freaking AC on. He would definitely catch a cold at this rate.
"Caught you!"
His voice husky and chilling. His doe eyes weren't the same. They had something misty in them. They weren't innocent. His eyebrow was arched up and his bunny smile wasn't there. Instead there was another kind of smile. Mostly a smirk. He looked oddly seductive. If only he wasn't drunk, Maya would have taken the chance and smashed her lips over his. But alas!
His messy dark hair lazily hanging around his well sculpted face. Maya gulped, he was way too handsome.
"We-wear something Jeon. You would catch a cold."
He stepped forward, tracing her beautiful feautures with his long finger, his words came out with a slight lisp,
"Then hold me in your arms. I would be warm that way."
He untucked her messy hair from behind her ears. Lessening the gap between them, eyes fluttering close, hearts aching.

"I don't know what I'm doing. I've started to question myself. I don't even know whether all this is real or just a dream."
She was running out of time. He had to go. So did she. Neither wanted to let go of the others hand, fearing the string nay snap. But time was ticking.
"Please Jeon..."

The oven beeped. Maya jumped from the sudden noise. Though soft, yet it was intimidating. She closed her eyes, trying to regain her breath. She chuckled how childish she was.

He sat bolt upright. Someone was chuckling. Head heavier than ever. He had dreamt about something. Weird, he only remembers bits and parts today. If it were any other day, he would never forget even one small detail. Weird. His eyes moved around. Where the heck was he? A painful sensation inside his head. The sunlight from the room hurting his eyes.
Did his Hyungs tidy up his room? Wait a damn minute! It wasn't his room to begin with! Where was he? He tried to jump to his feet, but it was no use at all. His limbs were aching. His head was spinning. He quickly slumped on the bed. What did he even do last night?

He was messed up. He felt hopeless and helpless and insane. He broke everything in his possession. Sinking down amongst shards of glass, hurled up. Tears flowed down his eyes. Why did she? How could she?
He cried, helpless of his circumstances. His heart felt empty. He felt empty. Fuck love! Fuck this stupid heart! Fuck... Her?
No no! That wouldn't be so much of gentleman-ish thing to do. He loved her, she didn't know how to handle that. That doesn't mean he gets to diss her or say anything about her. He can't say anything about her, cause she doesn't deserve it. No one does. The core point is, whatever she does, he shall never say anything unpleasant about her. He loved her, she deserves to be loved. No one shall say something about anyone just because they didn't know how to respect love.
He can't stay here. He needs to clear his mind. She's all over his mind. He felt breathless. Heart beating faster, mourning for the blood oozing from his fingertips. The window beside him was open. Perfect!
Someone can of course die from alcohol overdose. And it won't take him much to reach there, depending on the way he was gulping down the hard liquor. His everything was blurry he couldn't think right. Irony of this situation was hilarious. The very person for whose sake he drank so that he can forget her, was all in his mind. Maybe because he had grown to attached to her. Maybe drinking just wasn't enough. Neither were deleting the files. As he kept on humming the same tune.
He tripped on his own foot. That's how drunk he was. Good thing he wasn't famous. Atleast he was getting to drink his emotions. He started seeing nothing. Everything blurred out. But out of the blue he saw a girl standing in front of him. Flaunting a fitted knit, sweater top, leather skirt, a warm coat and leather ankle boots. The word "DREAMER" sitting on her neck.
"I'm seeing this. Ain't I?"
"No you aren't..."

"Jeon."
His doe eyes shot up. He gasped, seeing... Her! He quickly tried to stand up, immediately losing his footing. He ended up falling, with her.
Their eyes met. Hearts beating like a drum. Maya saw how his eyes were clear. His eyes held the galaxy in them. Cool and calm as the night sky. Maya saw the moon in his eyes. The small stardust.
He, on the other hand, saw the burning sun in her brown eyes. A fierce edge to it. Looking into her eyes felt like adoring a sunset. The burning crisp. The calmness. He saw the sun in her eyes.
Her eyes made him melt, like a piece of ice left out in the porch at a hot summer day. His eyes made her calm down. Like a lover, stressed from love, calming down, seeing the uncanny resemblance between the moon and their lover.