I Want You [HaruKyu FF]

Chapter 47

Junkyu POV

It's cliché if I said I didn't know what I was doing when I kissed Haruto. I did know what I was doing. I was fully aware of it.

I noticed how quiet Haruto was since we left my house. He was physically with me inside the car, but not with his mind. It probably traveled somewhere out of my reach, or...his reach.

I didn't ask or complain why he was quiet. I let him be. I let him deal with his own thoughts. It was something that I have to get used to if I want to be with him; trying to understand that sometimes it was space that his mind needed although at the same time he still wants a companion.

You know, it's like when you meet up with your friend because you wanted to see them but it annoys you when they keep making conversation, because talking is not what you need, you just simply want to feel their presence with you.

In Haruto's case, however, he doesn't have a choice but to let his thoughts consume him. That's what I learned after my consultation with Dr. Lee.

It wasn't until I saw the sign of him doubting himself and doubting me again that I felt the need to reassure him, and that was when I decided to kiss him. If words couldn't convey what I felt for him, then action surely does.

Haruto's face turned red after I straightened my back on my seat and I'm sure mine wasn't that much of a difference. Truth be told, I was nervous, but I mustered myself so my nervousness won't shield my true intention.

"Shall we go? I'm hungry." I said, trying to run away from the situation that might lead me to take him to a hotel room instead of to the festival, feeling fireworks exploding inside me instead of watching real fireworks in the night sky.

For heaven's sake, when I saw him at the front door earlier, it took everything in me to not fall on my knees and beg him to wreck me. Thank God Ruka was there, otherwise he's going to see me drooling over him like a hungry, sex-deprived, creepy middle age man. His face, his different haircut than the last time I saw him, and his overall looks was enough to drive me crazy and make the mini me under my pants cheering in excitement.

Believe me or not, when he said the bouquet he gave me isn't as beautiful as me, the first thing that came inside my head was 'I'm going to look more beautiful writhing underneath you'. And when he said thank you for giving him the chance, I was a tongue slip away from saying 'thank me in bed, please'.

Okay, I admit I'm sex deprived. It has been over two years since last time I had real sex, alright. Don't blame me. Especially not when Haruto came to my door looking like a bloody sexy Adonis in suit. I mean what happened with following a dress-code? I clearly told him to wear something casual.

"Yep, I'm also a bit hungry. I skipped lunch." Haruto said as he fixed his shirt collar.

My eyes went autopilot to the hidden skin beneath the collar, imagining my lips sliding there, sucking the salty surface while my nose relishing his masculine scent. My gaze followed as his hands glided down his chest to smoothen out his sheer, seductive shirt. And I wish they were my hands, but instead of smoothing, they're unbuttoning his shirt until there's nothing that could prevent my tongue from exploring every inch of him.

"Jesus Christ!" I snapped my thoughts away when I felt my pants tenting from the imagination alone.

"Hyung, what happened?" Haruto asked worriedly.

"N-Nothing." I quickly replied and unlocked the car. "Let's go." I said as I pushed open my door and slid out, not waiting for him.

I've gone mad. This is supposed to be fun, sinless, as pure as the driven snow kind of date, and not how to get inside your pants kind.