𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 [jonggi]

thirteen

The alcohol rises to the same degree as this intoxicating heat. Everyone sways in rhythm without exception.

The hidden ambiguities finally came to the surface, tying us in knots. That's how Wooyoung went to his room with San.
Nobody had noticed it, too much captivated by the constellations that our binomial gave off. I danced in trinomial, but in the middle of the two, none was the chosen one of my heart.

Mine had just deposited his posterior on the grey sofa by swinging his head backwards while a sigh broke the barrier of his lips.

I left Yunho and Yeosang to come and slump beside him.

I let my head fall backwards, looking up at the ceiling for a moment before turning my head towards him.

My eyes stare at the tip of his trumpet nose, descending to his thin, full lips.

The alcohol makes me crave it, or at least, the alcohol heightens that daily craving.

He turns his attention to me, looking impenetrable, neutral, and yet his irises betray a desire of unknown appearance. His glance goes along the center of my face, to lodge itself a few centimeters lower.

He moistens the pink surface of his lip, making grow the ardour which boils in the hollow of my lower belly.

Of a clumsy gesture, his hand brushes mine before he shudders, always immobile.

Oh...Choi Jongho, didn't anyone ever teach you that it only takes a tiny drop of water to make a vase overflow ?

No longer in control of the desire I was restraining, I grabbed his wrist before I quickly headed us down the hallway, looking invisible to the others.

The door closes behind him before it comes to strike his back under my hungry kiss.

I wanted to taste him, I wanted him even in my deepest dreams for some time now. I wanted to feel those slightly swollen sweetness lips on mine, I wanted to soak up that foreign moisture, to gorge on it like a sweet vintage.
And to be honest, I'm not disappointed.

Dreams never disappoint.

I set us down on the surface of the bed, which creaks slightly. My fingers wander through his black shirt, undoing a button or two a few times, revealing his deftly muscled abdomen. The thinness of his thorax is not translucent however I hardly pay attention to it.

Our smells bind, harpoon themselves to the sheets then slide on our skins in the same current as the pearls of a scintillating physical effort.

Outside the room the music was banging with flooded bass while the longing complaints from the next room were getting louder.

Inside our room, a heat overwhelmed by drunken sex was swimming.

Nevertheless, as far as I was concerned, it was drunken love.

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A ray of sunlight peeks through the ill-fitting curtains. I frown before my eyes begin to examine the unfamiliar place. A few hairs tickle my stomach. I realize vividly that my left arm is wrapped around someone's waist.

Jongho

A blur, images and then precise moments pass by in my absent glance before the entirety of my evening returns to my memory.

I stretch my right hand towards the bedside table then turn the alarm clock in my direction.

07:03 am

I think that in term of after party we could not do worst.

The deadly silence is broken by the slow breathing of my neighbor. I then go through his back where magnificent constellations are lodged, forms that I trace with my eyes, restraining my desire to touch.

After mature reflection I get up, having my small idea behind the head.

Outside our room another atmosphere, a little more apocalyptic. An after smell of alcohol floats in the air, some garbage litter the sticky floor.

My head turns to the right where, wide open is, the door of a guest room.

Seonghwa and Hongjoong in a single bed. A pair of underpants at the corner of the room, the t-shirt hanging on the wall shelf and the younger one's bare leg sticking out of the sheets.

Not wanting to defraud their privacy, I ignore this part to dive into the living room where the daylight rolls slowly.

Yeosang spread out on the legs of Yunho, who sleeps sitting.

I finish my race towards the kitchen before beginning my research in the cupboards.

- Where is the Jam ?...ah here it is, I whispered while standing up.

But something caught my eye, a box that didn't belong here.

Lung drugs

My hand trembled slightly as I picked up the white jar.

- What are you doing?

I jump.

The drugs are falling out.

- I wanted to make breakfast-

- That's not the impression you gave, he replied coldly.

Wooyoung.

Shirtless, one side of the underpants more pulled up than the other and a rebellious lock of hair that goes away from the rest.

- Sorry, the box was just sitting there so I was just curious why it wasn't put away.

He sighed.

- Please stay out of this.

He stepped forward before wincing, disgusted at having crushed a pizza crust.

- Damn...

- Hey ?

He wipes his foot.

- Hm?

In a shaky breath, I venture to question the brunette on an answer I'm almost certain of. A retort that will say a lot about what happens next.

- The medicine is for Jongho, isn't it?

I watch the muscles in his back freeze. My heart stopped too.

Then Wooyoung turns around, watering.

And now it is my turn to freeze on an image that is unknown to me.

- Bring them with you, he must take them at eight o'clock.

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Baby Jongho :(

It's the middle of this story !

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