abide

chapter 13

jihoon heard yoshinori's voice, his soft giggles chiming as he was approaching the respective room. it was already the next day, late in the evening. he had been on his way back from the house he made sure jeongwoo was safely staying in, and since his eyes were hungry to see the other's pretty, golden earrings, his ears wanted to listen to yoshi's velvety voice, and lastly, his fingers seemed colder if didn't graze against soft, tender skin, jihoon couldn't say no to his needs.

haruto appointed him in, yoshinori a long time ago said that jihoon could go anytime and he oughtn't to send him away. the boy lead the way to his leader's room, although jihoon persistently claimed that he had already memorized the way and could recognize which threshold to choose. nevertheless the blonde beauty was steadfast. they must have had something hidden.

"or someone..." a fleeting thought ran through his head.

still, he remained unperturbed all the way, and only after entering the room, leaving junghwan outside guarding the door in haruto's company, he could sense his pocket knife opening on its own.

the scene was vividly similar to the first evening they met - the room teeming with white mist issuing from yoshinori's plump, glossy lips. the boy was laughing, at that moment the cigarette remaining in between his aristocratic fingers, his attention given to something else than this harmful pleasure.

someone else was sitting next to him. the boy with dark black hair, tousled in a lovable way. a few silver earrings danced in the vicinity of his neck, as he shuffled his head numerously. he was smiling, the left dimple showed its existence to jihoon. his expression altered instantly the moment he noticed they weren't alone anymore.

he gazed at the newcomer but didn't say a word. the other leader tried to guess whether it was asahi or doyoung, the two remaining members he hasn't met yet but heard about, but yoshinori spared him the endeavor.

"sahi-ya, it's jihoon. the boy I told you about."

the introduced boy inclined his head forward as an act of courtesy, asahi beckoned as well. jihoon never demanded the other to leave - at least not openly, offensively - it was the boy who decided to excuse himself. he did it, all the time not uttering a single word which scared the hell out of jihoon. the boy was undoubtedly as magnificent as fairy tale creatures, beautiful in his exceptional way, nevertheless he had that feeling of mysteriousness and the past which left a scar, making him unable to trust others easily.

"who did you come with?"

the question brought up unexpectedly, snapped jihoon out of his thoughts, he was musing as his eyes shamelessly went out after asahi.

"junghwan is outside."

yoshinori clicked his tongue a few times, the sound echoing in jihoon's earbuds. the red hair deity inhaled another intake of drug, let out haze from his nostrils and mouth.

"pity. I thought you would come with hyunsuk, I like him, he has pretty lips."

jihoon winked a few times, not happy about the heard remark. the unpleasant feeling tortured his heart.

"you like his lips?"

"the silver circle he has in them makes him look attractive." just then the boy spotted the exasperated expression on his guest's face. he smiled cheekily. "jealous?"

"of course not!" jihoon huffed, crossing his arms on the chest.

he took a few sweeping steps forward and occupied the spot which was previously taken by someone else. yoshinori's airy demeanor remained the same, his playful side wanted to spur jihoon to action.

"aren't his lips sweet to taste? haven't you ever kissed him?"

jihoon started getting reddish out of either jealousy, anger or... embarrassment. why would he want to kiss hyunsuk if he had no feelings for him? not even once did he think that he could show such love towards his servile brothers.

"I see you haven't... I suppose I have to prove my theory on my own..."

something tugged in jihoon's tormented chest. in a split second he manhandled yoshinori on his lap, the boy even after being in a center of this rash movement, didn't feel perplexed. he clicked his tongue once again that day, putting a cigarette in his mouth for the last time before casting it away to the floor.

"impatient."

he murmured, blowing the mist right into jihoon's lips, the hot air made him dazed. their lips met in no time, it must have been the older's hunger which had been arising in him minute by minute, finally bursting out. yoshinori's lips were being devoured, at first he had to slow down the accelerated pace which jihoon's desires imposed. his hands gradually went up, now stroking and playing with the other's hair, pulling them, straightening and curling. all of the motions were done in an unhurried way. jihoon was caught under the other's spell, and soon their lips started moving in the same rhythm, tongues stopped the mindless fight, now dancing with each other.

overcoming drugs' addiction, being hooked on legal highs, smoking tones of cigarettes finally quitting with a heavy heart, lastly deciding that he would never get himself addicted to anything, he failed.

yoshinori made him addicted to his lips, body, voice, gaze, and everything he did and could do in jihoon's dreams. 

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