Technicality

Chapter 7

You did your business and cleaned up before you began to check yourself over in the mirror. You brushed your sex hair with your fingers, wiped up errant mascara, and turned to each side to get a look at your figure. When your eyes landed upon the hem of his shirt, which you were wearing, your eyes drifted upwards to see its whole reflection and you in it. So many times had you done this. Stood in the mirror of Hoseok's bathroom after sex, admiring how you looked in his oversized shirts. So many times after did he whisper in your ear "you were gone too long" and so many times did it make your heart flutter and make you realize how content you were to be with someone like him. That was before. So, how did you end up here again?

Your thoughts began to swirl once again. Tonight, was just sex. You couldn't get your hopes up that any of this meant anything more than that. You couldn't let old feelings begin to resurface. You had to keep them at bay, not get lost in them. You had to just enjoy the night for what it was.

Pull yourself together.

You made your way to the kitchen to fetch some water as promised, but Hoseok exited the bedroom, in nothing but his boxers, to join you.

"I could have brought this in," you said."

"I wanted to see you again," he smiled as he took a seat at the island."

"You saw me like 5 minutes ago."

"It was 4 minutes too long."

Your chest tightened at his words. How could he say those things to you like it had meant nothing? But you realized in that moment that they had meant nothing to him.

"Are you hungry?"

"No. Not for food anyways,"" he winked. Your eyes nearly rolled out of your head at that and he laughed whole-heartedly at your near vomitus reaction."

Well... you were hungry... and you suspected you wouldn't be getting much sleep tonight, so you figured you should take this opportunity for sustenance. You searched the kitchen and found day old noodles in the fridge, a half-eaten bunch of grapes, and an open bag of chips. You handed him a set of chopsticks, a glass of water and the two of you went to town on your three-course meal.

"I thought you weren't hungry for food," you quizzed him.

"I just can't resist your cooking," he jeered through a mouthful of the cold, leftover noodles.

It was nice the way you two talked and played while you finished off the food. It was really nice - like the months apart had never existed. As if he hadn't broken your heart when he said all those things to you when you confronted him so long ago.

When the food was all gone, he threw away the trash while you wiped the counter and cleaned the chopsticks in the island sink. He came up from behind you and rubbed his hands around your waist. He rested his chin on your shoulder and pressed his face into the side of your head - you could feel the tip of his nose and lips brushing against your ear. He began to nibble on your earlobe while his hands slid down your sides, over your hips and to your outer thighs. He slid his hands back up your sides then down the length of your arms until his hands were over yours underneath the running water. He rubbed his hands over yours then pulled them out from under the water and up to the top fastened button of your shirt, guiding you to undo it. Some of the water dripped down your chest but somehow it felt unbelievably good.

He led your hands back underneath the water and guided them to undo the next button. This time, he abandoned your hands and let his slide across your breasts, soaking the fabric. The chill from the water instantly brought your nipples to attention and you pursed your lips to stifle a moan. Despite the cold, no one could turn you on and make your body burn the way Hoseok could. You felt his thumbs brush over the stiff peaks and your breasts began to ache as you wanted the cotton gone and nothing but his palms over them.