Chapter Text
Prologue
Hongjoong
We made it to a random bedroom in the house. He locked the door and pushed me against it. I was very drunk...
Seonghwa's arms wrapped around me. My breath mingled with his, both having a faint smell of alcohol. I wasn't in love with Seonghwa and Seonghwa wasn't in love with me. But we wanted each other right now, right here.
He leaned in and our lips connected. The kiss was clumsy and uncoordinated. I almost stumbled a little and Seonghwa helped me stand straight. "Careful..." he whispered. I giggled. "Sorry..."
I could feel the coolness of his bracelets and watch against my cheek when he cupped it. I leaned into his touch and his lips connected with mine again.
Seonghwa's hand slid into my hair and held me against him. My arms wrapped around his waist, grounding myself and making sure I didn't fall.
I pulled away for air. "... I think I have to throw up..." I whispered... His eyes widened and he brought me over to the bin in the room. He helped me stabilize myself in front of the bin.
But I couldn't throw up. "Hey... You need to let it out..." he said. "I can't..." I said. "Okay... I'm... Can I stick two fingers down your throat?" He asked. I let out a shaky breath. I felt so nauseous.
I shakily parted my lips and he gently grabbed my chin with one hand, the other finding way to my mouth. He slid two fingers down my throat. The second he made me throw up, he quickly pulled his fingers out and let me release the vomit into the bin.
I leaned against him once I'd thrown up. He caressed my hair. "Are you... Okay?" He asked. I nodded. "Are you still in the mood?" I asked and looked up at him. He chuckled. "Are you?" He asked. I nodded. "Yeah... I am."
He helped me onto the bed. "Here. Drink some water." He said and pulled out a bottle of water from his pocket. "You... Always keep water on you?" I asked. "Only at parties." He smiled.
I drank half the bottle and he began kissing me again. I wrapped my arms around his neck. I felt his hands tuck at my shirt and I lifted my arms. He took of my shirt and went right back to kissing me.
I groaned softly as he began kissing my neck. I let out a soft shaky breath, his hands roaming my body. He admired my abs and I looked away shyly. He only smirked.
I swallowed softly as I watched him take off his shirt... I let my hand run over his abs, a shaky breath escaping me. His abs were more prominent than mine.
He leaned down and my arms wrapped around his neck again, our lips locked in a heated but sloppy makeout. My head was uncoordinated and everything felt so blurry. His body was warm against mine...
Before I knew it, we were both naked. He looked through the drawer and pulled out a condom. "Does everyone keep condoms in their room?" I asked. "I don't." He said. "Me neither." I smiled a little. He slid the condom on.
His arms rested on each side of my head. My arms were tucked against my chest. I was suddenly scared. And he noticed. "Hey... Are you sure you're alright with this?" He asked.
"I-I'm just... I'm very drunk and I... I don't know if I'll remember any of this..." I whispered. "I'll make sure you remember..." he said. I swallowed softly. "I don't wanna be taken advantage of..." I whispered. "I won't do that." He kissed me softly. How could I trust a stranger?
I moaned as he pushed in, wincing softly. Our breaths mingled once more. I locked eyes with him, my eyes filled with vulnerability. Then he realized. "Oh my god... Is this your first time!?"