[DISCONTINUED] Catnip // Kitty Gang X Agust D

서른//30//사랑해

I Love You

I woke up from the light in my eyes. My eyes opened and I saw Kitty's face, a few inches from mine. I didn't freak. I was used to it.

Where am I?

I remembered coming home the night before, but very slowly.

Oh.

I slowly lifted my arm off of Kitty, making him stir. I sat up. It seemed to be late, maybe eight or nine. Why didn't they wake me up? Oh, the door was locked.

"Agust." Kitty croaked, his voice probably dry. "Are we still alive?"

I chuckled. "Yeah. We're still alive."

He sat up and rubbed his eyes. "Good." We stared at each other for a second, and he leaned in. But he paused before our lips touched, searching my face. I stayed there, mind blank and tired.

Still waiting for something, his hands snaked up from my neck to my cheeks. After another moment or two, our lips locked together and he started kissing me softly. Softer than the other times.

It didn't last long, though, because I gathered myself and my thoughts. I grabbed his wrists and he stopped on his own. "No." I growled.

"Agust," He sighed. I stared at him with tired eyes. He leaned in again and kissed me again, but a little faster. He moaned desperately. I wanted to stop, but I was hooked. Another high-pitched, desperate moan slipped through his plush lips.

I bit down on one and he recoiled. "Ow!" He exclaimed, covering his mouth. "What the hell??" He whined.

I narrowed my eyes. "I told you, 'no.'"

There was a knock on the door. I got up and opened it, revealing Hoseok with wide eyes. He pointed to his lips. "Your lips..."

"What do you want?" I snapped.

He blinked then shook his head. "Oh! Right, I just came to get you. We already had breakfast."

"Thanks." I muttered, then shut the door. I turned to see Kitty lying on his side, propping his head up with his fist.

"I can tell why they don't like you." He said sweetly.

"Be quiet." I mumbled, going to my closet and putting on a different shirt.

He sighed. "It's a pity. I'm the only one who likes you." I rolled my eyes. "By the way, is that morning wood or did I..."

I looked down and blushed. "It's morning wood."

He giggled. "You sure?" I pulled out some jeans from my drawer. "Because I can make the straightest men fall in love with me."

I quickly changed my pants too. "Well too bad because I'm the straightest of the straight."

He hummed skeptically. "You don't seem like it." I ignored him. "If you were, you wouldn't have kissed me, cuddled me, protected me, came with me, dealt with my bullshit, or kept me alive. I am the epitome of gay. And you're not the straightest of the straight."

I turned to him, face pink. Maybe even red. "Maybe so, but I'm definitely not falling for you."

He stood up, walking towards me. He cupped my face in his hands. "Really though?" He smirked. "I'm making you blush. And you say you're not falling for me?"

"I'm not." I growled through gritted teeth. "Blushing is a normal bodily function, and sometimes Kitty I do it when I'm around my dongsaengs."

"What?"