Just Friends

Chapter 01: I don't like straight guys.

"You're so fucking beautiful..." his voice was almost inaudible under the loud pop song coming from the cellphone strategically placed over the kitchen counter.

"I look like all you need. One kiss is all it takes. Fallin' in love with me"

It was as if the lyrics were telling a statement, "I know," Nam Soon replied with a smirk on the corner of his lips, his black hair asking for a haircut covering half of his eyes, which he prompted to fix by throwing his bangs back with his left hand. Kind of a sexy movement, if someone asked for the other guys' opinion.

In fact, he couldn't believe how lucky he was to be at his living room - not that he wasn't pretty as well - at least Nam Soon thought so. He wouldn't just bring anyone home. Regardless of what other people might say, he did have his standards.

"Pretty self assured as well?" he smiled under his breath, revealing a small dimple on his cheeks.

"Please quit talking," Nam Soon pushed him against the sofa, making sure to cover his lips in a kiss - one other thing he was convinced about - and his hands quickly got under his pants to guarantee he wouldn't want to start any other conversation. If he wanted to talk, he wouldn't have brought him home.

"Oh, okay," and he was talking again. At least he seemed okay down there - Nam Soon smirked again, watching attentively while he took out his shirt. A good advance, since Nam Soon had already been shirtless for a while. First thing he did when they arrived at his home, as far as he remembered - since he was quite drunk, he might have his memory a bit messed up.

Nam Soon could feel his fingers trailing across his chest, and they were so cold that he shivered under his touch. Such a nice feeling - this definitely would be a promising night.

He was a bit glad his pants were still on when the front door opened abruptly. Well, not that he would really care if he was fully dressed or not - not like he hadn't catch him in a worse situation before anyway.

"Oh god Nam Soon! Don't you have a room?!," overreacting as always. The guy stood up so quickly that he almost pushed Nam Soon to the ground - what was his name again? Nam Soon had this bad habit of not paying attention when he got introduced to someone new.

"Sorry, thought you would come late," he shrugged, not seeming even a bit regretful, and picked his phone from the counter as he rushed the other guy to the door on the left.

"Always the same excuse, really?" his voice got muffled by the loud song that was still playing on his phone.

"Was that...?" apparently the nameless guy completely forgot about the situation he got himself in, and was trying to pick a glance at the man that just arrived.

Nam Soon rolled his eyes, closing the door without a second thought. "Yes, that's Park Heung Soo. Now, shall we?" he pushed him against the door, catching his lips before he had the chance to make any more questions about what the famous soccer player Park Heung Soo was doing at his house.

...

"Really Nam Soon, you need to sort yourself out, I swear, if I run into you fucking someone on my living room I swear I'll kick you out," Nam Soon had just closed the front door, and was pretty sure the guy might have heard him - since he literally just left. Not that Nam Soon would care, he would probably never see him again anyway. Nam Soon just showed a slight smile and shrugged, throwing himself down over the couch and started to scroll on his phone.

He hadn't even bothered to put his shirt back on, for what Heung Soo made this disapproving look he had started to use against him since some weeks ago - narrow eyes and curved lips, followed by a slight shake of his head.