Mad (UNDERGOING EDITING)

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"Chan- Chanyeol!" I gasped feeling his lips on my neck and his body pushed against mine. I moaned as his hands slipped down and teasingly removed my clothing. Finger tips brushing my safety and he slid my boxers down. The cold air hitting my cock sent shivers up my spin.

"Yes Mr. Park kyungsoo?" He grinned kissing down my body.

"Fuck me." I pleaded moaning at his touch. He smirked and alined himself, pushing in slowly and aginizingly. I let out a loud moan.

"Kyungsoo," he moaned. My eyes closed and I leaned my head back. "Kyungsoo!"

My eyes shit open and I sat up looking round to see Chanyeol sitting beside me on my bed. He turned on my lamp and frowned.

"Your all sweaty and were making noises again. Are you feeling sick?" He felt my forhead. I pushed his hand away and cringed.

Oh god, again?

"I'm fine." I sighed. Does he always check on me when he gets up in the night.

"You were really loud this time, you sure?"

I froze and looked at him. "What?"

"You were whineing and groaning in your sleep. You woke me up." He sighed. I gulped. Well shit.

"Yeah, I'm totally okay. Thanks for asking." I pulled my sheets over my lower half and shuffled in my spot. He narrowed his eyes at me and groaned. "What?"

"The only time I've ever seen anyone this sweaty and that loud is welhen they had the flue."

"Well," I sighed. "You did live in a hospital for quite some time. You were surrounded by sick people."

"Let me take care if you, if you turn out not to be sick than fine. But in worried!" He frowned and I gave in.

"Okay, do what you will." I shrugged. He smiled and walked out, closing the door half way. I but my lip and gripped my issue. Holy shit, I'm screwed. I need to get out of here and take care of this.

"Okay!" Chanyeol busted in with his arms full, and I sighed heavily. He held tissues cold medicine, ibuprofen, cough drops, and a thermometer. I'm not getting out of this any time soon.

"What is all of that?"

"All the medical treatment stuff you have. There's not a lot you can do with his stuff, but I'll make it work." He grinned setting it down on my bed side table.

"Chanyeol," I sighed shaking my head. "Let's do this in the morning. I'm tired."

He sighed nodding and began to leave when he froze. I looked up to him with a raised brow. He just gulped and turned away, avoiding eye contact.

"Chanyeol?"

"Y-you uh," I blushed and motioned to my lower half with out looking my direction. I looked down to see that the blanket was doing me no good in hiding it. I groaned and frowned, embarrassment flushing my cheeks.

It was silent for a full minute before movement was made. My head hung low as in the corner of my eye I saw Chanyeol stepping closer to the nightstand. Yes, please, turn the lights off and leave me to die alone. Dear God, I hate everything.

I was extremely shocked when the bed dented and shifted as Chanyeol climbed on. I looked to him with wide eyes as he pushed me back and sat between my legs.

"W-what are y-you-" his lips meat mine and I moaned. Instantly regretting everything and contemplating my life choices.

But holy shit did his lips tast good.