𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 & 𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐡𝐞𝐦 || 𝐉𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐥 (𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐈𝐈)

7.2 - Jeonghan

"You're mine, Jeonghan. This time I'm not letting you go," he growls.

"I don't want you to," I croak.

His free hand slides across my lips, and he dips them around my chin, sliding down my neck until his fingers span around my throat. He grips me tightly, and my eyes dart between both of his, seeing the possessiveness, the darkness lingering in the depths.

"Fall with me, Jeonghan," he rasps.

I press on my tiptoes, gaining height until our lips are barely grazing.

"I've already fallen," I whisper.

He lets out a growl, dropping his lips to mine, and I can feel the passion, the desperation and need in the way his lips connect with mine. His lips mold to mine, and I slide mine against his. I moan into his mouth, and he kisses me deeply, giving me all the emotions he isn't able to say. He nudges my lips open with his, sliding his tongue between them. They become tangled, tousling together, my tongue gliding against his quickly, aggressively, as our heat becomes a combustible fire that is unable to be tamed.

His hands slide around my waist, around my hips, and his fingers curl around my thighs. He lifts me into his arms. I circle my legs around his waist, holding him tightly as he stomps across the living room. We end up at the couch we slept on, and he spins around, sitting down, his back slamming against the back of the couch. I burrow my fingers in the back of his hair, tugging on the long strands as I grind myself down on him.

His hands fall to my ass, and he slides them beneath the fabric of his sweatshirt. My skin feels like it's on fire, and I can't help the whimper which cracks from my chest.

Knock, knock, knock.

I let out a groan at the same moment Seungcheol's head slams against the back of the couch.

Knock, knock, knock.

"Let us the fuck in," Seokmin groans. "It's cold as tits out here."

Seungcheol's hands move back to my waist, and he lifts me off his lap, depositing me down beside him. He moves off the couch, glancing at me at the last second. "Behave, Jeonghan."

My face pulls into a sneer, and I instantly want to backfire a retort, but decide to say nothing.

He adjusts the erection straining against the front of his pants as he walks to the front door. Flicking the lock, he swings it open, and my heart pounds in my chest when I see Soonyoung, Seokmin, and Joshua all standing there. My eyes widen when I see a light snow falling around them.

Joshua's hair is speckled white with flakes. He stares at me blankly, and I instantly slide off the couch, walking toward Seungcheol.

"Joshua," I whisper, wanting for my best friend to forgive me.

He steps around Soonyoung and walks inside, glancing around at the small cabin which is no more than a small studio apartment.

"Where'd you find this place, Seungcheol?" Seokmin asks as he steps inside.

Seungcheol's eyes narrow slightly. "You get a few things up your sleeve when you've been to prison."

Soonyoung digs into his pocket, pulling out a packet of cigarettes he rarely smokes. He slips one between his lips, pulling out his lighter and sparking it up. "FBI showed up. There's a manhunt going on. Locals are getting together tonight to scour the woods."

I swallow.

"They won't find us. We aren't even technically in Hellcrest Heights," Seungcheol says. Uncaring, unafraid. He's ballsy, and maybe being a little stupid.