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And that was when Jeongin indulged to the situation. They did things like this multiple times.
Good friends are supposed to care for each other and they are also allowed to touch you, right?
That's what Jeongin thought, that's what Hyunji...
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The black-haired laid down on his bed when Hyunjin left, facing the ceiling. It was crazy, unbelievable to him.
Why does this keep happening? And the biggest question was: Why did he liked it so much?
Hormones. That was what Jeongin thought by himself. Just an excess of hormones...
His phone made a "ding", causing the boy to immediately grab it, exited.
____ Jinnie Still feeling the touch. ———
The boy blushed, typing a simple "same." into the chat, nervously. Why was it like this?
____ Jinnie The others asked if you were okay. Are you? We hadn't time earlier to talk about that.
Me yes, thanks
Jinnie I'm glad read. ———
It was a cold night, fortunately. Maybe falling asleep worked today for once.
,,Dinner's ready!"
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,,Why didn't Hyunjin stay for dinner? He's such a pure boy.", the boy's mother asked, leaving him gulp. He couldn't answer questions right now, especially no Hyunjin-questions. So he just shrugged, hoping the subject would change and he didn't have to explain anything.
,,What did you guys do?", his little brother asked, eyeing him curious.
Now panic was spreading through his body, making him breathe erratic in the uncertainty of what he should answer now.
,,Uhm... Nothing at all... We-... We talked about school, a school project."
Well saved.
,,Yea? What kind of? Isn't he like a grade above you?"
Shit.
,,I had an art project and he wanted to help.", Jeongin's older brother shook his head, laughing since Jeongin was good in art class. He didn't need anyone to help, he always had perfect grades.
,,Did someone of you got hurt? The door made noises.", Jeongin reminded everything again while staring shocked at the small boy across from him, the door, the rattling, the moans, the hicke-
The hickey!
His hand instantly snapped to the spot and he could smack himself for how conspicuously he was acting, how stupid he'd been for not changing to another top.
,,Yea, I fell."
,,Against the door?"
,,Yes."
,,Twice?"
,,I stumbled."
It was like an interrogation, terrible. He should have stay in his room and said he wasn't hungry.
Cause now he wasn't hungry anymore.
But luckily the rest of the dinner passed moderately quiet, his mother talked about work, solicited him from time to time to eat his food, after all she had been in the kitchen for 2 hours.
But he wasn't hungry. Not anymore.
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