"Here are the rules again:
You and the other participants get blindfolded and stand to the opposite of each other. You then have to blindly walk towards one of them and whoever you bump into, you have to sleep with tonight.
You already know you're g...
Noun Responsibility for a fault or wrong; blame. ☆•°--------------------------------------------------°•☆
"Does that feel nice, kitten?" He asked sensually, taking a deep breath to try to calm his nerves down. If only his wrists weren't tied at the back of the chair, he would've done so many things to Chan already.
The older nodded timidly, stopping his movements for a second to lean in and kiss Hyunjin again. He just needed to be kissed, needed to feel someone close and willing to treat him well.
Hyunjin kissed him back fervently, yet carefully, as if he wanted to make sure Chan knows he wouldn't hurt him, that he can trust him.
The older held his face in his hands, shutting all of his senses off and only intensely focusing on the warmth against his lips. The loud music slowly faded into the background until it fully disappeared and all his ears could hear were the faint kissing sounds emitting from them.
He blushed so uncontrollably much just hearing those, his movements getting sloppier, having less rhythm to them.
Hyunjin smiled a little into it, leaning back to finally break it, needing air and being sure Chan did too, but was too desperate and eager to pull away, even if, he needed to breathe.
Chan really was panting, looking down, so his blond hair would fall down onto his eyes to hide them. He was ashamed of showing this side of himself, hating his body for reacting like this to the simple action of kissing.
Hyunjin smiled, having a short moment to finally look around a bit, as he had only been focused on the older up until now.
He noticed the table in the corner, seeing all the items on it and imagining the things he could do with them, how he could use them on the other.
"Channie" he made the boy shyly look back at him "Untie me."
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Meanwhile, at the exact same time.
Changbin watched as the last two playing the game were brought away to a room and the remaining people scattered around again. Some going to dance, some to have a drink and others to simply chat and have fun with each other.
Jimin threw him a little wink before he had disappeared somewhere as his job was done.
"Ji." He whispered, again pulling Jisung to somehow bring him closer.
"Binnie look I'm-"
"Safe that for later. I- I'm really sorry for running off like that yesterday. I overreacted for no reason.." He spoke, cuddling the boy from the back, as if he was scared he'd walk away and never come back again.
Jisung felt like the most ferocious person alive. Was Changbin seriously scared of losing him? Shouldn't it be the other way around?
He was supposed to be the one feeling guilty. He was the one who treated the older wrongly, not the other way around.
Like what kind of a person has he been acting? Leading someone on, breaking their heart, making them feel bad about themselves. Only so, in the end, they put themselves down and feel guilty when they were not at fault and had done nothing wrong?
This wasn't Jisung. This wasn't the person he wanted to be. He liked Changbin, he really did. He had just been failing to show that to his own self and to the older.
He teared up, feeling Changbin hold so utterly tightly onto him. He had truly been such an awful human these past two months.
All the boy had been doing was treating him nicely. He showed him respect, trusted him, bought him gifts and even after all of that, he was the one feeling like he had done something wrong? He couldn't be serious.
Jisung hastily wiped away a tear which had managed to slip out and run down his cheek, abruptly standing up and pulling Changbin along too.
He grabbed the stunned boy's wrist and started dragging him behind himself, aiming for the backdoor, so they could walk outside to the back and have at least a little bit of privacy, unlike in the area inside the house or at the front of it where people were swimming in the pool.
Sooner or later, he had finally found that backdoor, opening it and walking outside with a confused Changbin.
Once they were out of that door, and they didn't spot anyone near them, he immediately pushed the older against the mansion's wall, precipitously crashing their lips into a kiss.
Changbin couldn't even process the way his back harshly hit the bricks, before he found himself suddenly humming and turning weak at the softness against his lips.
It was only their second kiss, really, and it was for sure different from the first one. This time, Jisung took the lead as he usually does. The setting was different, just as much as the feelings that came with it.
The younger held it for as long as possible, his arms moving down, ghosting along Changbin's torso until he finally held his waist between his hands to keep him up and steady.
Their first kiss was weeks ago and frankly, after that first time, the older never attempted on kissing him again.
Maybe it was because Jisung never initiated it and so, he must've thought the boy didn't really want it. Or maybe, because Jisung kept on showing more interest in his best friend Minho than in him. Probably both.
Just thinking about that made the younger's heartache in his chest, pulling away, yet keeping their lips connected until the very last moment he could.
He watched as Changbin's eyes slowly opened again, looking back at his own with so much shyness, a blush invading his soft and pretty cheeks.
"W-what was that for..?" He asked in a rather hush tone, not able to form sentences, still trying to process what had just happened. For the first time, Jisung had actually kissed him. He couldn't believe it, his whole body not knowing how to react and feel.
"It was an apology. But in case that wasn't obvious enough..." He whispered out the last part "...I hope this makes it clearer to you."
He finished talking and leaned back in, at first only giving the older small a little peck, then connecting their lips into another, this time longer, more passionate kiss.
Jisung poured all of his emotions into it. Everything he wanted to express, he put into that one kiss. His sincerity, his love, guilt, and apology.
He smiled as he felt Changbin travel his hands up to his shoulders, holding himself up that way, feeling like he was about to melt to the floor if he doesn't.
The younger moved a hand up to his face, holding it at the side of his jaw, caressing his cheek with his thumb to further make him feel relaxed and at ease.
And Changbin just loved it. He loved it so unbearably much. The person he had been liking for so long, finally seemed to be making a few steps towards him too. It felt like a dream, like he was just imagining it.
The way the younger was kissing him, he knew it meant something. It felt emotional, special.
He enjoyed every single second and every single kiss he received, savoring it like it would be the last.
