𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 [jonggi]

sixteen

January 3rd. In two days, our daily student life will start again in a new year that I am not very happy about. Since I emptied the buckets of water that my soul contained in company of Wooyoung, I let slowly the melancholy come to rock me.

We had all spent the New Year with our families. Jongho was supposed to return last night, we planned to meet at his appartement today.
This is the main reason why I was motivated to leave the warm blankets of my bed.

I was unbuttoning the first two buttons of my black shirt when the ringing of my phone caught my attention.

Hong'

Incoming call

- Hello?
- Mingi?
- Is everything alright? I asked slightly worried.
- Yes, I was just calling to check on you.
- Oh, that's nice," I smiled, "Song Mingi's doing well, what about Kim Hongjoong, or should I say Park Hongjoong ?
-...W-
Without being able to hold back any longer, I burst out laughing.
- I saw you, you know, on the morning of the twenty fifth lying in the same bed with your clothes on the floor.
- Yes! Okay! Stop! Stop to-
- ..Joong who are you calling ? asked a sleepy voice behind him.
- N-Nobody-
- Then hang up.
- No wai-, a small moan broke through the barrier of his lips, Hwa stop I'm on the phone with Mingi.

For a few moments the silence had filled the places in which the two lovers were, letting me suppose that Seong must at the time that it is strongly regretted to have initiated in all that.

- Well, we can say that it still follows its course, I let go with a frank laugh.
- Mm, he said embarrassed.
- I'm happy for you, I said seriously.
- Thank you Min', he paused, hesitating to continue,...a-and you, with Jongho?
- Joong you could have been more discreet about the name, I grumbled desperately.
- The whole group knows that you slept together.
- Oh, I exhale loudly, I have to be at his place in fifteen minutes. I don't know what will happen to the two of us, but one thing is for sure: the subject of the twenty-fifth night will not be spared.
- Don't worry," he began, "I'm sure that everything will be fine for both of you. 
- I hope so.

**

Door number twelve stands in front of me a second time. I exhale slowly before pressing the doorbell button. The entrance opened, revealing in front of me, in an oversized gray sweater with some reddish hair in a spike, the man for whom my heart began to drum faster and faster.

And just the idea of seeing him standing there again facing me was enough to make my chest tighten in a disconcerting silence. I was frozen, unable to find silly words to say hello.

- U-Uh...don't mind my clothes, I got up a few minutes ago, he stammered, anxious not to see me talking to him.

Alone, my feet advanced while his silhouette remained motionless, far too fascinated to stare deeply into my shining eyes until, finally, my arm pushed him into a soft embrace in the hollow of my chest. A liberating feeling relaxed that mass of apprehension that had stuck to my soul as I felt him frailly return my embrace.

- I was afraid.

- Afraid of what? he asked, breathing in slowly a few inches from my neck.

- That everything would be different.

He withdrew from my arms, offering me a smile.

- Look," he said suddenly, raising his wrist to the level of both our faces, "I put it on today.

I lifted in my turn the sleeve which concealed a braided bracelet.

- It did not leave my wrist since you hung it to me, I confessed while feeling my cheekbones dew.

Soon, his milky skin turned colorful and he invited me inside, telling me that Wooyoung was spending the day at San's house. I followed the red man's footsteps zigzagging through the hallway to his room. With his back to me, he took off his clothes before looking in the back of his closet for something more dressy for the day.

From my place, my pupils burned all those constellations that formed his moles. Like a magnet, I approached little by little of him until to skim majestically with the help of my nose the medium of his nape where I lodged there lovingly my two ends of pulpits. A shiver ran down his spine before he turned shyly to face me.
He took a step backwards, but now he was trapped by the shelf and my two arms. The glint of hesitation in his eyes as he opened his lips, twisted my lower abdomen in a heavenly flight of butterflies before I burst the thin layer of the bubble that kept us from being together.