Midsummer's || dks + pcy || discontinued

Playboy

Warning: Smut

|| Ronnie ||

Though I had receeded to my room, what felt like hours ago, I had remained awake. My mind was turning, my chest tight with anxiety, the words I had spoken so brashly to Chanyeol were now stuck on replay, my lips mouthing them almost every time I thought of that moment.

Thoughts of Chanyeol plagued me, along with comparison between Kyungsoo and Chanyeol, and I had grown antsy in my silent bedroom. My finger tips would twitch against the fabric of the comforter, and it took everything in me not to grab my phone from where it rested on the bedside table, safe against the wood and charging. I was still in awe with myself, that I would let such vile words slip from my lips in a spurt of anger.

I sat up in bed, the vertebrae in my back popping at the motion, the sound of the sheets piling against my lap, usually such a quiet sound, sounded deafening. The feeling of my toes twitching against the silky sheets drove me from bed, the feeling of anxious adrenaline spurring me on bare feet through my bedroom door and back into the living room I had abandoned earlier.

The smell of soju hung heavy in the air, and with the only source of light streaming in from the kitchen, I could barely make out the glass bottled that were scattered across the coffee table, and clustered along the bottom if the couch. I couldn't resist the urge to quietly walk to the edge of the couch, peeking over to look at the lanky body occupying every inch of the fabric.

"What?" The deep voice that shattered the silence startled me, causing me to gasp loudly, jumping away from the side of the couch as if it was radiating heat. Chanyeol sat up, humming softly under his breath as he clutched at the sides of his head, running the ends of his fingers through the silky, in disarray strands. "What are you doing up?"

"Uh," I glanced over his pale skin, glanced over the muscles in his arm bunch as he ran his fingers continuously though his hair, tossing it around even more. I cleared my throat, shook my head before letting out a soft breath. "I was just getting some water." My voice sounded too weak, too quiet in the quiet space. I wanted to speak up, but I couldn't find it within me to even speak above whisper.

"Water?" Chanyeol glanced from the couch, his wide eyes narrowed and lowered to where it looked like they were completely closed, "water." He mused the word, as if it was the most complex thing that ever existed in the world. "I like water."

"Chanyeol," I muttered, not even grabbing his attention. He had shifted his gaze to a loose string on his pajama pants, and he was now mindlessly picking at it. "Chanyeol look at me." His head shifted, his eyes reluctantly left his pajama pants to meet my gaze. Even in the dim lighting, I could see his blood shot eyes that were clouded over, see the tears staining his pale, chubby cheeks. Christ, I hoped he wasn't a sappy drunk like me. "Are you drunk?"

At the question, Chanyeol giggled, his pearly white teeth illuminating themselves in the slight darkness. He shrugged his shoulders, giggling again. "Maybe," he teased, reaching out his hand as if to beckon me closer. I wasn't sure whether to grant his wish, or to stay rooted where I stood. I kept my hands clenched against the fabric of Baekhyun's couch.

Chanyeol, was a different drunk than I was used to. I was used to being the sappy drunk, fawning, giggling and crying at everything. Meanwhile, Kyungsoo had been the rock, the stoic rock that hadn't relented and simply took me to bed whenever I had gotten intoxicated, abandoning me on the cold sheets. A spike of anger at the memory, and I took the quick step to Chanyeol, who still had his arm up limply, his head tossed back and eyes closed.

"Are you drunk?" I whispered again, hoping this time to get more than just some vague answer from the giggly boy, though the scattered glass bottles should have been answer enough, I just wanted to be sure. I reached out, slowly, and swept his messy bangs away from his face. I had been right, his hair was soft against my finger tips.