"I was never that much into guys, let alone posers or vamps.
But he was the real thing and a force to be reckoned with.
And I surrendered without a fight."
Smut, language, sexual themes, mature themes, mild violence, mentions of blood, mentions of...
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I open my phone and find at least a hundred missed calls from Jisung and a dozen texts. I sigh, still confused and unsettled about my nightly escapades.
I never thought I would still do something and not remember details afterwards. I thought I left my irresponsible self behind in college. But here I am now, cup of steaming green tea in hand, staring out the high-ceilinged windows of my penthouse, deep in thought, trying to piece together the puzzle of last night's events.
When I got into the shower earlier at Hyunjin's house, I remember noticing several subtle bruises on my chest and ribs, like hickeys. Bites? At the time, my still foggy mind couldn't process the information. But as I changed my clothes, I remembered about them and out of curiosity I examined myself in the mirror. There was nothing, not a single mark on my skin. Did I imagine them?
I close my eyes and get a fleeting glimpse of a girl with me, touching me, kissing me on the neck on my bare chest... what else? What happened? Did we make-out? I have the disconcerting feeling of having acted -or rather reacted- in spite of myself.
I blink trying to clear my head, to collect the scattered thoughts and images in my head. I can clearly recall my intense desire. And Hyunjin. Being alone with him. Kissing him. I almost jumped his bones, or at least I wanted to! We... did stuff. Fuck, I came in his hand! Well, that's embarrassing! But all I remember from his side, is reciprocation, almost tender... affection... As if following my desire. Indulging me.
I am afraid he is the only one who can shed some light on this haze in my mind. Clear this chaos in my head. I seem to do all shorts of embarrassing things when I am around him.
When I took his clothes off to change into a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie, I spent a good 10 minutes sniffing them like some pervert, enjoying his faint scent. Like an addict.
I play with the small pendant he gifted me. Why am I wearing this? But I don't want to take it off. When i really shouldn't even have accepted it. Is this part of his spell on me?
I sigh. Because all I can do is...
The doorbell interrupts my inner musings.
"Are you okay?" Jisung rushes into my living room, all flustered and worried. I end up recounting last night's and this morning's events to him, though I omit some details for obvious reasons.
He can talk all he wants in great detail about what he does with his lovers, but I can't. Sorry, not sorry!
"Felix seemed worried when I told him you were going to Hyunjin's place." He mutters thoughtfully. "Why?" I ask thinking that this might help shed some light. He shakes his head. "He didn't elaborate. He just sent a message to someone." "You didn't ask?" "I got distracted." He blushes. "I'm sorry. I am a bad friend." "It doesn't matter Sung. Hyunjin came after all. Looks like Felix texted him to let him know I was going over there. That's all." "Yes, but..."
