Downfall || Seongjoong

- thirty-seven -

Hongjong || Seonghwa

I couldn't get enough. And I realized as he kept kissing me and kissing me and kissing me that I never would. Never get enough of his lips caressing my lips, his hands flexing as they gripped my shirt. My waist.

His scent filling me up. It was like we were in our own little bubble...

...which burst when someone cleared their throat catching us both by surprise.

"Excuse me for interrupting but Officer Lee asks to see us right away- also I-.. I didn't know you guys are dating again, congratul-"

Yunho spoke. Of course it had to be him, he just so happens to bring me back to my senses every single time I boldly engage in something with Hongjong. 

His presence was making this a lot more embarrassing than it actually is. I cleared my throat pushing Hongjong away as i fixed my shirt before shacking my head at Yunho. 

"No need to congratulate us. I am not his boyfriend." 

I said attempting to move from Hongjong's grip but he just held tighter. I glanced at him exchanging a little smile before breathing out to him. 

"You can try to hold on as tight as you wish, I am still going to slip through your fingers Jong." 

"And i have no doubt you will." 

He responded confidently before adding with a little smile. 

"But I won't let that happen until I am done with you. And I will never be done with you" 

I simply glanced at him not fighting against that. I simply placed my hands in my pocket, my ears still red from the fact we were caught making out. 

I followed behind Yunho looking back at Hongjong once sending him a small smirk before fully disappearing from his sight. 

 I will never be done with you.

I am going crazy. His voice and words are just right sometimes. I will never be done with him either. 

We are just getting started. 

It is safe to safe to say that the rest of the day was filled will this nauseating tense atmosphere between me and Hongjong. 

It was necessarily bad, it just felt like our bodies were aching to be touched. 

Hongjong would cease every single opportunity to press himself against me. He'd, in most occasions, would place his hand over my waist or thigh to "walk" or gain "balance". 

Bullshit. We both knew damn well why he couldn't keep his hands to himself. 

As they cooked lunch, I decided help them. Well, I didn't necessarily communicate with any of them. Not even Hongjong, I just asked for what they'd make and helped them cut either vegetables or bring out plates and set the table. 

As I was busy cutting some carrots, onions and kimchi while minding my business, I felt someone press against my back unnecessarily close. 

I was ready to throw hands but as I looked to the side to get a better look at the person, I realized it was just Hongjong, taking a painfully long time to get some plates from the drawer on top of my head. 

I scoffed softly trying not to mind him as I kept cutting but his rubbing was starting to entertain me. 

"What's taking you so damn long? Move from me already" 

I softly pushed him to the back and grabbed whatever plates and glasses he needed putting them down on the counter before closing the drawer. 

"There, fuck off now."