Among Us 2 | Choi Yeonjun

9 - me, her, and her buzzing phone

*all the pictures featured in this chapter don't belong to me. credits to all the creative MOAs out there <3

warning!! some scenes in this chapter are a bit spicy. if ur not comfortable, u r excused to skip it. do anything that makes urself comfortable.

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C H A P T E R   N I N E

c h o i y e o n j u n

thursday

After a long day of studying, the only thing I need is a good rest. I usually bring myself to parties or any other social gathering. But as I get older, I realised the real type of rest doesn't have to involve going out. Staying at home with your precious people might be the best type of rest.

Like right now, for example. All I need is my hands on her, embracing her every curves. Her nails clutching tightly to my biceps while our lips molding in a heated harmony. Her lip balm melted, making her kiss tasted like strawberries. I tilted my head to deepen the kiss.

I laid her gently to the couch, allowing myself to take a full hold of her body as we collide to one another. She sneaked her hands around my neck and pull me closer as if all these kisses were not enough.

But perhaps, it weren't enough. I found myself wanting more than just kisses as my hands travelled from her cheeks, chest, stomach, hips, and went to her thigh. Caressing her skin felt like rubbing my hands on a silk cloth. Smooth and supple.

"Mmhh..."

The little moans were a melody, sending pleasurable signals to my spines. Gosh, I wish I could just melt into her right now.

It was just me and her. And her suddenly buzzing phone on the coffee table.

"Yeonjun..." she called out in between the kisses.

"Shh, not now, Baby," I moved my hands from her thigh then found a way to slip under her top.

"Y-yeonjun..." I swear I almost lost my morals when she called out my name like that, "I n-need to-- mmhhm..."

When her phone rang for the third time, I pulled myself away and sat on the couch to catch a breath and let her answer the phone. But most importantly, to gain my morals back. It's just me and her alone in her apartment with only dim lights as the main source of light. I would've go further if I didn't stop now.

She tucked some strains of her hair behind her ears, "Yeah, Dad?" she said as she put her phone on her ear, "I'm in my apartment."

I rested my head on the couch, facing her, and sneaked my hand to hers.

She glanced at me a little, "No one. I'm alone," she answered without a drop of hesitation.

It's been four years since Ryujin and I dated so at some point she's used to saying all these lies. As long as she knows how to handle it and as long as I can still be with her, then I have no objection to this.

But sometimes... sometimes, I wonder what would it be like if we didn't have to do this backstreet.

"What?" Ryujin furrowed her eyebrows and tucked another strains of her hair. "But I've got college and—"