Wooyoung
The look on his face was priceless.
"That is of course, only if you want me to." I smiled.
He was silent for quite some time.
I was getting ready to turn back to face the cityscape when he spoke.
"Okay." He muttered.
"Okay?"
"I'll let you teach me how to kiss." I watched as the embarrassment spread across his face, turning his skin a light shade of pink.
I giggled a little at the situation, not because it was awkward or funny but because he's actually adorable.
"Are you sure?" First step to a kiss is wanting it.
"Yes."
"Okay then." I connected my hands back to the back of his neck and pulled him closer.
"When I bring my lips to yours, tilt your head and only open your mouth a bit and then purse your lips once mine are on yours. Here, i'll demonstrate." I leaned into his lips slowly and precisely.
I should be a fucking teacher at this point because at that moment, when I pursed my lips against his, it's like I sent the knowledge of kissing through him and he was immediately taught.
He kissed me back so passionately that I felt that maybe he was fooling me into thinking he couldn't kiss. His hand around my waist and his pace, something that I didn't even get to yet, was genuinely perfect. It was astonishing.
"Woah." I pulled back a bit again to see his face.
"I'm a fast learner." He grinned, sending me into a trance.
This time he pulled me back in, the confidence he suddenly grew becoming apparent by the second. Hopefully I was the only one that could pull it out of him.
I ran my tongue across his bottom lip, asking for entry as he eagerly obliged. I know he tasted the alcohol in my mouth but it didn't seem to deter him at all.
His hands stayed around my waist but gradually gripped tighter as I felt him start to get needier, breathing heavily in the kiss.
A small hum of contentment from San buzzed through our connected lips and the feeling that I was so longing for, the feeling of being validated. The feeling that i'm useful in someway to someone, someone so attractive at that, took over me as it has many times before.
I know I said I wouldn't sex him tonight but, fuck. I don't know if I can control myself. My need for further validation, to feel needed and wanted.
My racing thoughts were interrupted by an annoying ringtone blaring through the rooftop and startling the both of us.
San fumbled for his phone for a few seconds before pulling it out of his pocket. He looked at the screen and then looked back up at me.
"I'll be just a second." He flashed sorrowful eyes at me before turning around and answering.
"Yes?... I'm out right now. Do you think you could wait a bit?... Um, just, on a walk... No reason, just needed some air... You're a little pushy Joong, you know that?... Alright, wait for me." San hung the call up and turned back around to face me, his look was grim.
"I guess this is the end of our little escapade, Sexy San. It was fun while it lasted!" I spoke loud dashing towards the ladder.
This was it. My excuse. To cut it off before I do something i'd regret like looking into his piercing eyes a second longer or feeling his perfect body press against mine in a vulnerable way.
"Hold on, Wooyoung!" My name flowed out of his vocal cords like velvet, even if he was shouting.
I was fast down the ladder, mostly due to having to get away from the security every once in a while.
By the time I was at the bottom, San had just made it to the ladder.
"Wait!" He shouted. I was already making my way through the alley and rounding the corner to find a spot to hide.
It's better this way. Better that he leaves and saves himself. I want him, sure, but sometimes being selfish isn't always for my benefit. I can tell that being selfish with San would only hurt me too in the long run.
He's more than perfect. I know i've only known him for a few hours but he's made more of an impression on me in this short time than anyone else ever has.
With his uniquely beautiful face and his silky smooth voice, not to mention his body. The way he looks at me like he's prematurely mourning the day he'd never get to see me again. He's someone too pure for me. Too good.
I hid in a nearby convenience store that i'm familiar with and waited till I saw him pass by. I caught my last glimpse of him as he quickly walked by, looking every which way, presumably looking for me I would assume.
Bringing out my phone, I clicked on Hwa's name to call him.
"WOOYOUNG! WHERE THE ACTUAL HELL ARE YOU!? I'VE BEEN TRYING TO LEAVE FOR THE PAST HOUR. I KNOW YOU HAVE MY KEYS!" I pulled the phone away from my head. What a loud ass. I could hear him talking even if the music was ten times louder.
"Relax Hwa. I'm on my way. I'll make it up to you, I promise. If the boys aren't with you, find them and tell them to get ready to leave."
I hung up and walked to the ice creams. Strawberry? Or maybe vanilla? Hmm. How about both? Yeah, both. I need it after the night i've had.
"Wooyoung?" My heart raced for a moment at the sound of my name but my head was instantly cleared when I saw the wonderful sight of Jongho walking through the store towards me.
"Oh my god. I'm so glad it's you!" I stretched my arms around him and squeezed tight.
"What do you mean?" He pushed me back a little.
"I was just scared you might be someone else for a second."
"Is someone following you?" Jongho scanned the area looking for any suspicious figure.
"No no, I am okay." I smiled and pulled his arm to walk with me, slyly shoving the ice creams in my pocket while doing so.
"I saw that."
"Shush." I put a finger over his irritating little mouth and shot the cashier a wink on the way out.
"Oh! Young-ah, while I was walking here I saw someone that I think you'd definitely be into." Jongho spoke as we started our journey back to the frat.
"Really? What did they look like?" Probably nothing compared to San.
I took the ice creams out of my pocket and handed the strawberry one to Jongho.
"Dark brown hair with the bottom dyed a separate color, cool eyeliner, black sheer shirt and grey joggers with a sick design. He was so good looking, definitely someone you would like."
I immediately knew who he was talking about. At least that meant he wasn't waiting on me or anything. For the best.
"Hmm. Sounds interesting." I responded with a smirk.
I started to contemplate on whether I should tell them about San or not. Or if I do, should I be honest about how I really feel about him? The more I think about him, the more obsessed with him i'll become.
Maybe it is best to just tell them about him so it's out in the universe and not in my brain. No, it'll only cause them to tell me to go for him. Especially Jongho. He's gonna try and tell me to 'explore a connection' in his words.
When we made it back to the frat house, I told Jongho to go inside and fetch the boys while I started the car.
I watched as a furious Hwa stomped his way out all the way to the car and knocked aggressively on the window. Mingi and Jongho walked a few paces behind.
"Get out of my seat!" He yelled through the glass.
Seeing Hwa grumpy honestly lightens my mood sometimes. I know he's not really angry with me and i'll make it up to him somehow.
Instead of getting out, I just climbed into the passenger seat as Hwa opened the door and sat in the driver seat quickly.
"One, never steal my keys again. Two, i'm never doing this again. I hate parties." Seonghwa fastened his seatbelt and gripped the steering wheel.
Jongho and Mingi filed in soon after, also buckling themselves in.
"What happened to you Hwa?" I asked with a pout, half genuine.
"Nothing happened to him, he was just bored and sat there the whole time." Mingi told the truth.
I looked back at Seonghwa.
"You're giving up this early on? It's just the beginning of the semester." I pouted again.
"Young-ah please do not push me right now. I'm already upset with you."
"I'm sorry Hwa. I'll never steal your keys again and i'm sorry for leaving you guys here for so long. I'll get you a vinyl soon." I batted my lashes at him in hopes of forgiveness.
Seonghwa squeezed the wheel a bit, not looking at me. "You're lucky I love you."
I smiled as there was a collective laugh in the car excluding Hwa's.
The drive was fortunately lighthearted, with music playing and Jongho singing every word to every song.
"How was your time at the party, Mingi?" I just had to bring up. Something about Mingi is that he's gonna get complimented one million times and asked out at least a thousand.
"Busy. It was okay, I guess. People liked my outfit." He spoke in that deep voice of his.
Speaking like this with my roommates is helping me take my mind off of S-
Fuck.
"Anyone catch your eye?" I asked him.
"Um, not really."
"Hmm. Maybe next time?" I turned back to give him a warm smile.
He nodded and sent back a half smile. I know they don't really like parties but I just want them to experience something that I like. I'm doing whatever they like when we're home so I feel like it makes it even.
"Did you?" Mingi questioned.
"Did I what?"
"See anyone you liked at the party?"
I went still, paralyzed in place for a second. A few blinks later, I could finally form words.
"Nope, not this time." I turned back to face the road and kept my mouth closed for the rest of the ride.