High Teen Society

Chapter 10: Chocolate

I felt like I was having a fever dream. What does he mean, would I like to find out? How good it feels to be loved by him?

But the way he was staring intensely down at me, with his hard-on hungrily forcing itself down on mine, I'm not sure why I was wondering if he could mean anything else. My head hurt, my neck was burning up for no reason and I could barely feel anything from the waist down but the smell... the bittersweet aroma of wine from Jay's mouth filling the air between us was entrancing me. My heart began racing as I weakly slid a hand behind his neck and slowly lifted my head up.

Our noses touched, and before I knew it my mouth was parting on its own volition, aching to meet his tongue. "Fuck. I can't. You're too drunk." Jay said, moving his face to the side so my lips couldn't reach his. "We shouldn't be doing this."

At that moment, we heard the door swing open from the living room, followed by quick footsteps coming up to Jay's room, leaving us no time to change our positions. "Hey Jongseong, why is Jungwon insisting he sleep in my—" Jay and I turned our heads at the same time.

Park Sunghoon was standing at the door, finding Jay's head hovering inches from mine and his lower body pressed firmly between my legs. The pale boy's mouth was agape, his eyes wide and unwilling to believe what he was seeing.

"What in the fu—"

"Yes, yes, I'm getting off of him. I just had that epiphany." Jay said, clumsily scuffling out of the bed.

"At what point did you get it? When you got on top of him or when you spread his legs open?" Sunghoon asked furiously, hurriedly walking towards me to cover my lower body with a blanket.

"You sound concerned, Sunghoon-ssi." Jay taunted the very irate boy. "If I didn't know better I'd think you were his boyfriend."

"He's my friend!" Sunghoon yelled, the first time I ever heard him raise his voice, compared to his usual cold, drawling delivery. "I see him sprawled on the bed, red in the face, clearly drunk and fucked up under you and you want me to hold your hand and sing kumbaya?"

"Well I think you've done quite enough for your friend tonight, my guy." said Jay firmly, holding his gaze. "He'd appreciate it if you left him alone."

Sunghoon swallowed hard. "Do you want me to leave, Sunoo?" He asked me tersely, eyes not leaving Jay's.

I sat up and began to rub my eyes. "Yes." I managed to say, my head throbbing.

Sunghoon didn't look as though he wanted to leave us alone. But as soon as he turned to meet my eyes and saw the drowsy, minute loneliness behind them, intense remorse washed over him, making him look down sharply to avoid my gaze.

"I swear to you Jay if you so much as touch him—"

"Do you know who you're talking to?"

Sunghoon's nose flared, sighing deeply in acceptance. He took one last quick glance at me before turning to Jay and mumbling disgruntledly, "Sober him up. Now." He silently took himself out of the suite, shutting the door a little too loudly for my liking. The situation began sinking in.

"He was just worried for me, you know."

"Why do you care what he thinks?" Jay retorted. "He clearly doesn't care what you do."

"Would you have said the same thing if it was Jungwon at the door?" I asked him pointedly. Jay opened his mouth to speak, but words failed him. "Exactly." I said, standing up.

"Careful, now." Jay said sternly, watching me as I walked wonkily towards the couch. "I'll get us some water. You need to throw up, by the way. Sunghoon will murder me if I let you sleep with alcohol still in your system." He added, standing up.