Hotel Ceiling

November 16, 2015

It's been two weeks and I still can't get the thought of how Kyungsoo's felt against mine. Yeah, we were drunk but I remembered every detail of his body and how right it had felt against mine. Kyungsoo is acting as he always has. Nothing has been out of the ordinary. At least on his half. He seemed content forgetting about what they'd done. That's why I've been fighting the urge to grab him and press him against the wall and kiss him until we're both struggling for breath. I'm not even sure if this is more than lust. I never thought of Kyungsoo as more than a friend. Even now, I don't want a relationship. I don't want Kyungsoo to be a rebound and I don't want to be that for him either.

It's crazy how one night can change the way that you see someone. Right now, we're both sitting on the couch, which also turns into my bed, during the night, and watching some movie that I'm not even paying attention to. "Popcorn?"

I turned and stared at Kyungsoo, as he offered me the bowl of popcorn. "I-no. I'm good." Shrugging, Kyungsoo put the bowl in his lap and continued to eat. "This movie got a lot of good reviews and I can't seem to understand why. The main actor is horrible. He shows no emotion. Like, how am I supposed to feel sorry for him when he's so unlikable?"

Kyungsoo rambled on some more about shit that I had no interest in. I only agreed to watch the movie because Kyungsoo was so adamant about it. "If you hate it so much why don't you turn it off and put on something better? Better yet, we can play Black Ops."

Kyungsoo rolled his eyes and turned the movie off. "I'm not playing Black Ops with you. You know I'm not into those shooting games. We can watch s different movie or an American show? I've been wanting to watch How to Get Away With Murder. I found it online with Korean subtitles." He smiled over at me and there was no way that I could say no.

I connected the computer to the TV and found the website that Kyungsoo was talking about. I got back on the couch and laid my head in his lap, getting comfortable. This was nothing out of the ordinary, for us. We've always been affectionate friends. My eyes fluttered closed, as Kyungsoo's fingers began to run through my hair. If I were a cat, I'd be purring, right now.

"Your hair's getting long again." He stated, lightly tugging at a few pieces.

"Yeah, I've been too busy to go and get it cut." I mumbled, too relaxed by Kyungsoo's touch. "I'll probably end up with hair down my back, by time that I actually go to the barber." I could feel Kyungsoo's body shaking, as he laughed.

"I'd pay money to see that. I bet you'd be so pretty." He teased, poking me on the cheek and leaning closer. I stared up at him and prayed that he'd lean in. I just needed an inch of proof that he wanted to kiss me as much as I wanted to kiss him.

I wanted an inch and he gave me a mile. His lips were on mine and I was still, until I realized that he was actually kissing me and that I wasn't just dreaming. I repositioned, so that I could fully kiss him back. I don't know when it happened but Kyungsoo was in my lap and my hands were rubbing up and down his sides.

"Chanyeol." I moaned out. I hadn't planned on this to happened but his head was laying in my lap and his lips looked so inviting. I said that we'd be the same. I promised that nothing would change between us but here I am straddling him and wanting to rip his clothes off.

"Bedroom." I spoke against his lips, before I stood up and grabbed his hands. His eyes stayed locked on me and I led him to my room. This time we'd be sober. I was going to remember every single part of this. I climbed onto the bed and pulled Chanyeol on top of me. "I know that we said we wouldn't do anything but...I need you."

It was as if my words lit a fire inside of Chanyeol. Within a minute we were both stripped of our clothes and holding each other close. "Soo, I don't want this to ruin us. This is what you want to do, right? You're sure about this?"