Your Love is Unkind

Heochan

Heochan gets himself together, and plasters on a fake smile to face me. His eyes wonder off behind me and I notice that we're not alone anymore. By now Subin and his tall ass friend have made there way to us.

"Is everything ok?", Subin politely interrupts. I catch  them holding hands and I try my hardest to hide the rage. Heochan responds for us both; "Everything's good here", He chimes in and pulls me away. Byungchan tags along, grinning the whole way until we make it to a corner across the room.

Secretly Byungchan had been team Heochan. He had never really pushed the subject, but I knew.

Once we reached the other side I barraged him with useless questions. Things I didn't really care about, but would keep the conversation going. Eventually I completely forgot I was running away from Subin and we were actually enjoying each other's company.

I excuse myself to go to the bathroom and I stumble all the way there. And just as I step out back into the hallway, Subin pushes me back in. Before I can say a word he places his hand over my mouth and closes the door behind him.

I can tell Subin is really drunk too and in his eyes a look I've never seen. He pierces through me with his hungry eyes and nears his body so close he leave absolutely no space in between. He places one hand on my hip and makes his way up my shirt. His touch on my bare skin was exciting enough to make everything hazy.

Before I realize what was happening, I was fully invested in Subin's lips. I had some sort of kink for drunken make out sessions, and he was making all the right moves. In our state, we didn't even try hiding all the heavy breathing, until a knock brings me back to reality.

Subin looks satisfied, but I feel more confused then ever. "Aren't you with, the tall guy? Whatever the hell his name is" I protest.

No matter what the answer was, the reminder that he hadn't cared to look for me all night lingered. Why was he interested now ?