Kissing the Demon (Seoksoo)

Joshua

Seokmin's words made hope bloom inside me.

Stalking back to him, I stopped an inch away, not trusting myself to touch him again. He stared down at me, nervous but determined. His hands twitched at his sides like he was also struggling.

"I'm going to need you to explain what you mean by that." I held his gaze, refusing to let him wriggle out of this. Something told me Seokmin was his own worst enemy, always standing in the way of his happiness.

He took a deep breath, his voice strong despite the trembling of his hands. "I don't want to forget. I don't want to keep pretending it's only friendship between us."

My heart raced so fast that if I wasn't literally immortal, I'd be calling a doctor. I chanced another step closer, erasing the tiny bit of distance between us. "And what is it you want?"

"More. I want more."

"Such as?"

He lowered his head, stopping when his lips were a scant few centimetres away. "Such as this."

Without waiting for a response, he pressed his lips to mine.

I'd often wondered if that night in the club had been a blip. If the way my body had responded to him was a fluke.

But as I melted beneath his touch, my body pressing closer to his as my arms wound around his neck, I knew it wasn't. This wasn't just a kiss. Seokmin wasn't just another man.

This was everything. He was everything.

He was mine.

As our lips parted, our tongues sneaking out to join the fun, a groan rumbled from Seokmin's throat. His arms banded tighter, crushing me to him as I met his fervour beat for beat.

After a few moments, the height difference between us frustrated me. Breaking away from Seokmin, I gulped down air as I searched his face for any indecision.

My gut clenched when all I found was anxiety.

"Sorry, is everything okay? Am I moving too fast?" he asked.

I didn't bother to answer him with my words. Without breaking my gaze from his, I firmly pushed on his shoulders. I didn't stop moving until the back of his knees hit the sofa and he collapsed onto it. Not giving him a second to overthink it, I clambered onto his lap, boxing him with my arms. We stayed like that for a moment, chests heaving as we breathed each other in. I drank in every detail of his face that I'd never been able to admire up close before.

The bump in his nose from an old rugby injury.

The dimple hiding on the side of his cheek.

The chickenpox scar under his lower lip.

Every inch of him was perfect.

Seokmin stared at me intently, and I could almost pretend he had wonder in his eyes. I wanted to lie to myself that he was memorising me the same way I was him. But that was something I didn't dare hope for. Not yet.

His lips parted as though he were about to speak, but I was terrified about what would come out. Instead, I lowered my face slowly, giving him every opportunity to stop me.

But he didn't.

His big arms pulled me tighter, his soft lips pliant under mine. Using my hand to angle his chin, I dove in deeper, my tongue sweeping against his as I took everything he offered.

Seokmin responded instantly, and I couldn't help but notice that the more I took control, the needier he became. Deciding to test the theory, I pushed my hand into his hair and tugged. His mouth fell away from mine with a groan, and I used my hold to steer his head back so I could bite along his jaw. His hips bucked under mine as he groaned louder, his eyes rolling back in his head.