The Demon Next Door

7

Jongin stroked Kyungsoo's hair.

He'd taken the liberty of riding himself and the older to a club on his motorcycle. It had taken him less than fifteen minutes to get Kyungsoo drunk enough to pass out.

He'd laid him down onto the bed in the back room of the club, usually used for prostitution reasons. In spite of the atmosphere smelling heavily of sex, the room was otherwise quite cozy.

Jongin cocked his head to the side as he watched Kyungsoo sleep. He looked so peaceful and... beautiful.

How could someone have such rosy cheeks? It appeared as though someone had sprinkled pink petals onto Kyungsoo's porcelain skin. Roseate on alabaster.

With his thumb, Jongin reached out and traced Kyungsoo's plush bottom lip. He swept away a stranded drop of whiskey on the corner of the older's honey-tasting lips.

Kyungsoo stirred at Jongin's touch. Soft breaths emanated out of him, pouring onto Jongin's fingers as his lips parted slightly. The heat somehow sent chills down the younger's spine.

Jongin couldn't explain how he felt around Kyungsoo. Even now, as his heart rammed wildly against his chest, he could not begin to describe, or even comprehend, the reason behind it.

Moving his hand away from Kyungsoo's face, Jongin let it rest on the nape of the older's neck. He scooted to the edge of the seat he was sitting in to get closer to the boy on the bed.

Jongin leaned down slowly towards Kyungsoo. Without a second thought, he pressed their lips together.

Both pairs molded beautifully like wet clay. Jongin brushed his tongue across Kyungsoo's soft bottom lip. Was it the heat of the moment or was Kyungsoo more delicious than when they played Swig the day before?

Jongin didn't want to pull back. Kyungsoo and his goddam lips were fucking intoxicating. It was better than any drug Jongin had ever tried. He was higher up than when he inhaled.

Kyungsoo sighing into his mouth made him pull back, though. He watched the older's lashes twitch once, as if he was debating whether or not he should wake up.

Jongin helped him decide. He blew his own bangs out of his face before landing his hand on Kyungsoo's thigh. Those skinny jeans. Those goddam, skin-tight skinny jeans. 

How would Kyungsoo look without them on?

Jongin shook his head of the thoughts and carried on with business. He gave Kyungsoo an abrupt pinch. As soon as the older's eyes fluttered open, his hand flew into his lap and he stared innocently up at the ceiling.

Kyungsoo sat up with difficulty, leaning back on his hands. "Oh. My head."

He winced as a banging pain repeatedly hit his temple like a hammer. Jongin frowned, immediately feeling sorry that he had gotten Kyungsoo drunk off his ass.

"Do you want some water?"

Kyungsoo shook his head. Hissing with pain, he brought his fingers to his bottom lip. He didn't know why, but he swore he could feel it tingling.

He turned his whole body in Jongin's direction. "How long was I out?"

Jongin reached out and moved some of Kyungsoo's hair out of his doe-like eyes. "For about half an hour. Do you want me to take you home?"

"I promised Tao I'd stop by, remember?"

Jongin chuckled. "All right, Egghead. I'll take you."

"I don't think I can handle a motorcycle ride with such a headache, Jongin," Kyungsoo admitted with a sheepish grin. "I honestly don't even think I can stand. I'm awfully dizzy."