soufflé prince,

seven

i reached home, feeling very lethargic. it feels as if my soul has been sucked out from my body. i hate that he drains out all my energy. i picked my phone up from my bed, no notifications.

am i the only one that cares? i don't know. i just want to go back to toronto. i hate it here. i just closed my eyes for a few minutes, and accidentally fell asleep.

just around half an hour later, i heard my doorbell ring. i dragged my footsteps down and opened the door.

it was him. my eyes opened widely and i stepped backwards.

"kwang-" he walked towards me step by step, expressionless, with fierceness in his eyes that were usually doe. he closed the door behind him, and walked towards me as i stepped backwards until i hit the edge of my sofa.

i bent backwards and fell on my sofa. he came on top of me and trapped me between his arms. "what are you... doing..." i gulped. he leaned forward and kissed me.

it was passionate. it was rough. i felt the pain of him devouring my lips. i tried to push him away, but he held onto my wrist and pinned it to the sofa.

i just kept my lips together strongly until his tongue won against my lips and touched entered them. he held my cheek and lifted my face by my chin. he kept going until we were both out of breath.

we were both panting heavily after that. even so, he still didn't let go of my hand. this was a side of him i never got to see. he was dominant, and fierce. his gaze could pierce through anyone.

he looked into my eyes for a moment, as if he was asking for permission. i avoided his gaze and turned my head to one side. he then slowly kissed me again, then continuing his way to my cheeks, then to my neck. he slowly lifted my shirt, and started kissing my stomach.

just as he was about to take off his shirt, my doorbell rang again. i quickly pushed him away and pulled down my shirt.

"w-who is at the door?" i asked loudly.
"y/n! it's me! i'm mo junjie!" i stood up in shock. he was my childhood friend in toronto, he came to visit? "quick, hide!" i whispered to kwanghan, and led him to my toilet to hide.

i then ran to open the door for junjie. "why are you here?" i asked, nervously. "are you not happy to see me?" he asked, with open arms. i quickly ran to give him a big hug. "i haven't seen you in so long, i missed you so much."

"i know you miss me, so i came to visit! i brought you snacks from toronto you can't find in taiwan!" "you're literally the best!"

i gestured him to take a seat while i poured a cup of water for him. "i'm so happy you're here, i have literally NO friends in taiwan." i emphasized, hoping kwanghan would hear that.

"i figured you'd already have two exes and about three enemies in school." he teased. i hit him on the shoulder, "stop making fun of me!"

suddenly, kwanghan shouted in the toilet, "babe, get me the shampoo please!" junjie and i looked at each other, both stoned for different reasons. i awkwardly laughed it off and quickly ran to the toilet.

"what are you doing? you know-" kwanghan wrapped his hands around my waist, kissing me again. my face turned red immediately. "just tell him i'm your boyfriend."

"no!"

just then, junjie pushed the door open and saw us in that awkward position. "i-i can explain. he's just a friend that um-" i stuttered. "i'm kwanghan. hsu kwanghan."

he reached his hand out, and they both shook hands. "i'm junjie. y/n's childhood friend." i laughed it off and suggested we three sit on the couch to chit chat.

"um so... kwanghan was kidding. i'm not his girlfriend. we're just friends. he loves to joke around ahah..." both boys stared at each other intensively for a minute.

"not currently, but in the future... who knows?" kwanghan said.

"not currently, definitely not in the future." junjie said, in a sarcastic tone.

i quickly kicked both of them out of my house.