𝗶 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 │ 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗹𝗶𝘅

𝗔𝘂𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗮

𝗶 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀

"Gwaen-cha-na? Gwiyeoum-i gip-eo boyeossda." Glancing up from swabbing my cut on my finger with an antibiotic to see Chan in the doorway, hands picking at each other as he chewed on his bottom lip, eyes clouded with worry.

"S-sorry, I don't understand," embarrassment flooded my veins, going straight to my ears making them red. A soft smile tugged at Chan's lips, a gentle scuff leaving his lips though I doubt it was at me. He looked like he was thinking before looking up at me. "I uh- I asked if you're ok, the um, the cut looked deep?" He separated his fingers by force, wiping them on his jeans, shoving them into his front jean pockets.

Giving him a soft smile before looking at my cut, it was deep and hurt, but it didn't need stitches. I nodded my head, placing the swab down, grabbing a band-aid that was a soft yellow with a darker shade of yellow stars on it.

"Y-yeah, it's fine."

Chan walked up next to me and grabbed the used swab with my dried blood on it, tossing it into the trash bin in our guest bathroom, along with the band-aid wrappers. "I'm sorry I couldn't be of more help. I'm not smart when it comes to medicine." Chan sighed. I let out a small soft giggle gaining his attention from the marble countertop he was blankly staring at; the corner of his mouth turned up into a grin.

"It's ok, thank you though, for staying when everyone left. The others have a weak stomach to blood." Chan laughed, nodding his head, his straight blonde hair falling in front of his eyes being a curtain to his deep brown eyes. My fingers itched to move the piece of hair out of such beautiful eyes, never allowing such mysterious eyes to have hidden behind anything.

Would that be appropriate thought? I mean, we barely know each other, scratch that we don't know anything about each other besides each other's names.

God, I'm so fucking weird.

To keep my hands busy and away from the blonde's hair, I stepped around him, his gaze following me as I stepped out of the bathroom. "Why don't you go rest. I'll make sure you get your dinner."

"You don't have to do that."

"I insist you lost quite some blood. You should rest."

I studied him. He seemed familiar, his gaze my body seemed to recognize its warm feeling as well as his voice seemed like a melody I'd play on replay but forgot the name, his face is one no one would forget he had a handsome face and yet I can't seem to remember where I knew of it.

Nodding my head in surrender since he seemed so point on taking care of me, can I call it that?

Maybe he's just worried. I mean, I am his best friend's little brother. Yeah, he's probably worried.

"Joh-a gamsahabnida. Hyung." Chan's shoulders squared at the honorific, and his back straightened. I fought to keep a chuckle down as he gave me a nod, turning around and making my way up the stairs. Halfway up, I peeked over my shoulder to see Chan's fading figure going down the hall.

I ran up the stairs, skipping some to get to my room faster. When I was in front of my room, I flung it open, slamming it closed behind me. I hissed and tensed at the loud sound standing in my spot, waiting a few seconds before running up to my bed, belly-flopping onto it. I reached up to grab my phone from its charger.

Unlocking my phone with face recognition, I went directly for my gallery, grabbing my headphones, plugging them into my phone, and shoving them into my ears. I skimmed through the many videos of the night I lost my virginity.

I quickly went through the videos. So I could avoid hearing myself. I went through half of the videos before I came to one. The male placed my phone a fair distance away, so the whole bed was in the frame. He had walked over to the bed where I was laying his blonde hair a mess. Upon meeting me at the bed, he had spread my legs wider, his cock teasing my hole, my whimpers filled my ears.

The male's hands had a tight grip on my thighs as he pushed the tip of his cock into my hole. I wiggled my ass, trying to get more, but he took me by surprise when he pulled his head out only to thrust in, bottoming out.

The rest of the video was of this male fucking into me, me cumming more times than I could ever imagine myself doing.

When I was nearly about to give up or question myself why I even was watching these videos, the blonded hair male swung his head to the side where the camera had been recording to rid his hair out of his face.

My motions were quick, pushing the pause button right when his eyes met contact with the camera. My eyes widen upon seeing his face, blowing up the paused video with my two fingers keeping the blown-up image there, in place.

A firm grip on the back of my thighs made me jump. I shot up, my headphones unplugging from my phone, making the video start up again; the sounds of my moans mixed with groans filled my room, quick to snatch up my phone and pause the video, but my fast movements caused the video to pause and unpause that I just gave up turning my volume down and I shut off my phone,

"C-chan, what are you doing here?" He pointed to the tray he must've placed on my love seat, "everyone was eating already, so Minho wanted me to bring up your food." Our eyes locked on each other, his gaze never wavering. I can't believe he caught me watching those videos of myself getting fucked. He must think I'm a slut. How long had he been there anyway?

The corner of his lip tugged up into a smirk, and as I blinked my eyes, it was gone.

"Enjoy your food." Chan pivoted around, heading for my door. I sat on my knees, ass on my heels as I debated with myself, should I say something, should I not?

Blurting out without a second thought, "I know!"

He froze his hand on the doorknob, closing my eyes shut in regret, my brows pulled together, lips turning into a pout as my shoulders slumped. I could hear the sound of my knob reversing. Chan let go of the knob.

Keeping my eyes sealed, ashamed to see his facial expression. It went quiet, too quiet in my room. I didn't hear anything, on the verge of temptation to open my eyes and see where he went.

"I thought you said you forgot." My breath got caught in my throat as Chan whispered in my ear. He was closer than I thought as I felt his warm breath on my neck, being a warning alarm as goosebumps scattered along my arms. His voice was low, and god, I wanted to open my eyes now.

Turning my head, I slowly opened my eyes, seeing Chan staring at me, his eyes intense and cold yet, in the mix of his eyes sparkled with mischief, his tongue came out darting across his bottom lip.

I couldn't help myself as my eyes followed his tongue, unconsciously capturing my bottom lip between my teeth.

"You watched those videos, didn't you." Chans breath fanned my lips, sending a shiver down my spine. Nodding my head, Chan grabbed my chin, his face cold, sending another visible shiver down my body, "words."

"Y-yes." I breathed out.