Our Night || Jaywon

005.

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All I could hear that was audible were our soft groans and our breaths mixing together, forming a beautiful mess. Both of our lips were drenched from how long our tongues had been swirling around in the other's mouth for. Then, I felt his hands tracing my chest. My breath hitched in shock as they crept up to my button down. Before I could even argue back, my shirt was off, revealing my slim and toned figure.

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•JUNGWON POV•

I arose from my sleep, sweating even though I had goosebumps prickling my skin. I groaned, instantly wrapping the blanket back over me to keep myself warm. I shifted in the bed, the mattress feeling unusually comfortable. I opened my eyes, confused on why I sensed so much coziness from my mattress this morning. That's when I realized, I'm not in my bed. Hell, I'm not even in my dorm! I sighed in frustration, allowing the covers to slide down my body. Then, something else hits me. My shirt...Where the hell is my shirt?! I stir in the bed, panic and concern engulfing my body like a bloodthirsty monster.

Then, it clicked. Jay and I, we were making out last night. I remember, even though the hangover has really fucked up my vision, speech, and physical appearance in general. I acknowledged now that I'm completely stripped expect for my boxers. I hop out of the bed, unwillingly, and start getting myself out of a clutter. But something pulls me back, my body colliding back down against the sheets. I turn over and see a sleeping Jay. My eyes widen in surprise and shock. I couldn't help but notice he was shirtless too. I blushed, trying to recall the botched blur of last night. Drinking and drunk sex is all I got out of this. I exhaled, pushing Jay's arms off of me, which caused him to wake up.

"Jungwon? Where are you going?" he asked. I was tempted to stay longer since his morning voice is such a huge turn on.
"Home," I answer nonchalantly. I sensed his arms slithering back around my waist, locking me in his embrace.
"No, please, not yet, at least stay for breakfast," he insisted. I turned to him, about to decline his offer, but suddenly, he struck a cord in my heart. His eyes were doe and dilated, begging for me to stay. I swallowed hard, an overwhelming conflict now surging through my blood.
"Fine," I cave suddenly. God, something tells me I'm going to regret those words in the future. I shrug off the feeling of suspense and discomfort, shifting my attention to my now grumbling stomach.

He smiled, joining me adjacently. He was only in his boxers too. The sight caused an immense shade of crimson to tint my cheeks. God, he's probably thinking I have a fucking erection now... I sighed, redressing myself into my previous night's wear. My button down still smelled of a faint beer which made me chuckle, recalling the point of how Jay and I met. I notice an unfamiliar piece of clothing laying next to my belongings though. It's a blazer, a soft, silky blazer that looked way too oversized for me. I don't remember this item which makes this setback slightly more irking. I clench my fists tight, contemplating what to do with myself.

"I'm going to make breakfast, okay?" Jay finally spoke. He was fully dressed again. He had only put on boxer shorts and a white, slightly see through tank. My gaze crept downwards, my eyes tracing the visible lines of his abs. I blushed, my mind thinking irrationally and inappropriately for a moment. I quickly shake my head, snapping out of my trance. "Okay," I answered, smiling softly.

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•JAY POV•

He didn't want to be here. The discomfort was visible underneath his seemingly nonchalant mask. I sighed, flipping the buttery pancakes with ease as I heard pitter-patters clammor down the steps. Jungwon was in his clothes from last night, looking even more attractive with his hair disheveled and not brushed. How the hell did he look so good so effortlessly? The question clouded my mind as he watched over my shoulder, his gaze burning into my now sizzling and  sweating back. 

"How's breakfast going?" he asked. My head flipped around as I studied him. I smirked softly, my cheeks rising with color. "Good," I replied, running my fingers through my hair for a brief moment. As I did this, I sensed the watery and cold liquid trickling down my forehead. I wiped the area quickly as to not blow my cover. I couldn't look like a fool in front of him. "Can I be a taste tester?" he questioned teasingly as he officially stepped fully into my point of view. My blazer that I left out for him suited his style impeccably. I selected the transparently correct choice by giving it up. "Sure, open wide~" I agreed playfully, shoving a chunk of pancake on a fork into his pink and plush lips. Suddenly, my heart took control of me like a puppet on strings. I leaned in after the pancake entered his mouth, giving him a light yet warm morning kiss.

He stood for a moment in shook and hesitancy while chewing his food. Though, in the end, I got what I wanted. Slowly but surely, he kissed me back, his arms moving to the small of my back as he carved circles in the area which made shivers wash over me. My phone suddenly vibrated. I pulled away, pulling it out to check the message. I read it, my eyebrows furrowing and my eyes widening. "What's wrong?" Jungwon interrogated immeadiately, his fingers moving to my chin to force his soft gaze of concern into my stare of sudden conflict and anger. 

"You need to go."

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•JUNGWON POV•

My heart instantaneously sank into the deep depths of my toes. I swallowed hard, feeling the burning sensation of tears flicker into my corneas. My breath hitched softly as my mind flooded with adverse scenarios. Did I do something wrong? Was I not good enough? Was I bad in bed? Was it only meant to be a fling? Was I too playful? 

"What...what did I do?" I questioned, trying to hear him out. His now cold and sadistic stare met my one of perplexity. "What do you not understand in 'You need to go'?!" He snapped with pure enragement. I instantly noticed my cheeks caked with tears, and my forehead was plastered with sweat. So much so that my inky black hair was sticking to it due to the immense humidity. I nodded out of pure dismay and rushed out of the door. It slammed shut behind me, the echo ringing obnoxiously in my ears. The echo agitated me so harshly that it almost felt like my ears were going to pop off and disintegrate. I exhaled shakily as I eyed down a loose tear that managed to slip onto the dry cement underneath my feet. Now that I didn't have Jay to distract me, I really acknowledged the hangover crashing into my already feeble body. I grasped my phone tightly which was in my pant pocket.

My trembling hand went into the compartment, holding the phone itself so tightly that my knuckles were a morbid shade of white. I unlocked my phone reluctantly before carefully dialing my roommate's number. I heard the mundane and reassuring voice flow into my ear as I smiled softly, reassured that he was here to save the day.

"Sunoo, I need you to meet me at the cafe in fifteen minutes."

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A/N: Hey guys! I hope you enjoyed this chapter of Our Night. Also, HOW THE HELL DID WE ALREADY REACH 300 READS?! you guys are literally the best omfg. Anyway, bye for now!! :) Also, this chapter is not proofread.