Baekhyun:
I'm not thinking. My mind is blank. All I know in this world are Chanyeol's eyes. I move forward a millimeter at a time, taking his guitar off of his lap and leaning it against the desk. I continue to move closer and closer until I am an inch from his face.
I reach up one hand very slowly until at last it touches his soft cheek. He emits a low husky moan as my skin makes contact with his. His head tilts slightly to the right and I feel skin on skin contact as his hand lands on my knee.
At the moment our lips touch, I feel almost as if I've boarded a rocket to outerspace. I feel as though I'm floating and the only thing holding me to the earth is Chanyeol's warm touch. He brings his hand up to my throat as he opens his mouth, accepting me into him. Both of my hands are on his face, I pull it towards mine and deepen the kiss.
I don't care about anything else on earth right now, as our mouths move together in a slow and sensual dance. He scoots closer to me, his hand tightening on my throat, his other hand, first on my knee travels up my thigh.
I slightly pull away, ending our kiss. Our hands are now cupping eachothers cheeks, our foreheads touching. His breathing is ragged and I'm willing to bet that so is mine. My eyes finally open and I am lost in him. We stare into each other, both wearing a look of shock but also a look of longing.
I begin to pull away from him, until I hear it, barely a whisper, "Stay..." he says softly.
That snaps me out of it and I pull away fast, standing and backing away. My face on fire. How does he know that?!
"Baekhyun..." he whispers.
But I continue to back away, shaking my head. I'm so confused! How could he possibly know that? I begin to shake my head side to side faster and faster. I can't do this. I turn, finally breaking eye contact. I begin gathering my things.
I can feel the energy change in the room when Chanyeol stands. "What are you doing?" He whispers.
"I..." I swing around to look at him, he is only inches away. But my chest... my chest feels as though it might explode from the pressure all around us. Created by us. "I... I... can't." I whisper back. And I bolt out of the room, jogging down the hallway and to the elevator.
I can feel him following me. "Baekhyun... stay with me..." he says, his deep voice breaking on the last few syllables. Is he going to cry? What is happening?! "Please..." he says in a choked off voice.
But I swing around to look at him one more time, and I, only half conscious of what I'm doing, begin shaking my head no. I hear a beep and begin backing into the elevator.
Chanyeol gives chase, until I speak loudly and clearly, a single tear falling down my cheek. "No..." I say firmly. He stops, tears falling down his face as the elevator doors close, blocking us from eachother. It's then that I collapse on the floor, sobbing in earnest now.
I wanted to stay. I really did...
So then why didn't I?
