Hey guys! So sorry about the delay, things have been crazy. BUT! Here we are :D!
Yoosung hummed low in his throat, his eyes fluttering as light trickled in through the blinds, rousing him from sleep. He stretched out his arms, his hands pressing into something warm and soft. His eyes were blurry as they opened, adjusting to the presence of wakefulness, a messy mop of red hair coming into view before him.
Yoosung sat up with a start as he looked down at Saeran, blushing as he caught sight of his gorgeously pale chest. He began to wake up due to the sudden movement, propping himself up on his elbow, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he yawned.
"G'mornin'."
"I- What am I- Why are we-"
Saeran's sleepy smile fell from his lips, disappointment settling into his features as he recognized the confusion in Yoosung's voice. He stood with a sigh, walking over to his closet and pulling on a grey shirt, smoothing it out over his chest. Yoosung watched in silence, anxious worry swarming in his stomach.
"S-Saeran?"
"It's okay if you forgot- it's easier this way."
Yoosung felt like he'd been punched in the gut, swallowing hard as he spoke.
"Easier- what- what happened, I don't-"
Saeran turned suddenly, causing Yoosung to stop mid-sentence as he caught sight of the eerily serene smile on his lips.
"I'd like you to leave, please." Saeran turned on his heel, opening the door and turning down the hall and into the bathroom, the door of which Yoosung heard close with a soft thud. Yoosung sat there for a moment, his heart pounding in his chest as he stared at the door. He rose onto wobbly knees, desperately trying to ignore the aching between his legs and in his back, pulling on his clothes.
He walked out the door, looking down the hall, the sound of the shower filling his ears. He took a shaky breath, turning on his heel, pulling on his shoes, and walking out the front door of the apartment.
Yoosung tried texting Saeran over the next few days, with not a single reply. He hadn't gone back to the bar yet, either- he was too afraid of how Saeran would react. Would he smile? Would he look away?
Could Yoosung handle it if he did?
Yoosung paced around the tables of Jaehee and Mavis's cafe, his arms crossed, brows set with worry. Jaehee watched him pace, sighing to herself.
"So... You think you fucked?"
Yoosung stopped before her, rolling his eyes.
"Oh no, I know we did. If my ass hurting for the last few days wasn't an indicator, then the bite marks on my back and neck sure as hell would be."
"Well then."
"Yeah, well then."
Jaehee frowned, leaning against the cash register, tapping her nails against it.
"So, what do you want to do?"
Yoosung groaned, propping his elbows onto the counter, leaning his head in his hands.
"I don't know... I don't know!"
"Did you not want to have sex with him?"
Yoosung's head shot up from his palms, his face serious as he looked her in the eye.
"I wanted to."
Jaehee smirked, raising an eyebrow at Yoosung as his face began to flush with red upon realizing what he had just said.
"I mean- he's great, and all, but... I didn't want to do it like that. I wanted to get to know him, and talk to him, and... Well..."
"And?"
Yoosung sighed, smiling sadly as he stared out the window, the setting sun turning the sky a dark orange.
"I wanted to love him."
OKAY GUYS. Sorry again for the delay. Also , sorry for the short chapter. But, the next one will be a lot longer :D (And hopefully up sooner. .)
Love you all~
~Pixil-8