Present 2017
An ambience filled with nothing but the letch of getting held by someone clouds above you. Lungs feel like weighing a ton, panting like oxygen is diluting at each and every single inhale you both take. Straddling his lap with your legs bracketing both of his sides, hurling on top of him, his hands travel down from your nape down to knead your ass. You yank him up from leaning on the couch, body slamming to yours, postures straightened. A muffled groan escapes his lips from the impact and your mouth morphs a smug grin against his. As if to retaliate, he roams to your jaws leaving trails of wet hungry kisses down to the crook of your neck. You feel his teeth dig into your skin as he takes to suck it in. The action making you hiss, sharply inhaling back the oxygen that had left your system while your fingers tangling his hair to tug him closer.
It hasn't been that long since your relentless make out session with the orange-haired boy when a rattling of keys resonates from the door. You immediately snap away detaching yourself from him, practically shoving him back to couch as you stand up.
Right before the door swings open, you clutch the knob twisting it down and unlocks it for someone who's about to enter.
"Baekhyun, Jongdae! Finally!"
"Geez what's with cheery voice?" Jongdae scrunches his brows as you hug him after Baekhyun. Plastic bags of groceries in hands.
"I'm just...happy." You shrug pulling out and pave a way for them to come in.
"We just went out for groceries..." Jongdae raises his brow obviously fazed by your eeriness.
As soon as the door is closed, Jongdae drops the bags by the entry way, scenting something strange about you then begins sniffing, "Di–did you guys drink?"
Meanwhile, Baekhyun walks straight to the kitchen putting down more grocery bags on the counter, "Woah, really? It's literally broad daylight outside at eleven am—almost afternoon?" He jests, face quirking up to a simper.
The guy you were sharing saliva and sucking up airs with just seconds ago is now already on his feet, sauntering leisurely to the kitchen. He goes closer to the counter helping Baekhyun to put away the groceries, not minding his once neat hair now all in disarray. Thanks to you.
"Yeah, well–"
"Sehun do you ever think how much of an ugly color that is?" You calmly but purposely cut him off and mouth a "shut up or you're dead" with your hand gesturing a slitting across your neck, "I mean why orange of all colors" quickly adding with feign a laugh when Baekhyun and Jongdae made a move of turning their heads on you. "Plus that's a terrible hair cut. I just don't get it."
Sehun simply smirks as he shakes his head and clicks his tongue, "Well it's not bad drinking at this hour, nothing said about it in a bible or in the book of laws." He breezily states turning to the older guys and you then winks, ignoring your comment about he's new hairstyle.
He knows you think about it the opposite from what you said and that any color and style suits him (except of course that one time when he cut it too short and looked like an egg).
"Yeah it's just a small drink just few swigs."
Baekhyun then glances at the coffee table by the living room seeing five empty cans and three more by the end foot of the couch. Your shared apartment with the boys are luxurious in space and everything as your building is one of the most opulent and considering you live by the upstate part of the city. The kitchen is an open area with no walls dividing it from the living room and dining area.
"You almost reach your drink number." Baekhyun's voice hints something causing you to gulp, hopefully not audibly. "In every male-female friendship if you're drinking together and reached or surpass that number of cans or bottles you'll have t–"
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Fanfiction"Move on" they said. "It'll be better" they said. But what if NOT really moving on is actually much more and way even beyond to the bestest than what "they said"?
