♡Maybe I Don't Hate You | Yeongyu/Beomjun♡

Beomgyu's POV | 3

"Yo, what the fuck do you *hiccup* think you're doing? *Hiccup* Leave him alone, man. F-Fuck off."

He yanked me away from the stranger's grip, and pulled me in, so that he was essentially pressed up against my back.

"Don't offer him any *hiccup* drinks, man." He said, putting his hand under my arm and around my stomach. "Don't touch him, okay? He's *hiccup*mine."

I'm his?

He slid his hand down further, his hand aggressively and accidentally grazing my cock, which made me flinch a little.

"C'mon Gyu, let's *hiccup* go over there." He dragged me over to the table his friends moved to, and sat me down on top of his lap.

HIS LAP.

Okay, so maybeeee I don't hate him. After all, he did basically save my damn life. I'm so fucking stupid. How could I let someone try something like that on me?

Anyway, I felt... safer now? Now that I was closer to Yeonjun.

While his friends were talking, he put his head around my arm and asked me "You okay? What *hiccup* happened back there? Do you *hiccup* know him?"

"I have no idea who that guy was, but he was really weird, and touchy. It was hella uncomfortable. Thank you for being there for me Yeonjun."

That made me cringe so damn hard, but I wanted him to at least know that I appreciate some of his actions.

"Any *hiccup* time, Gyu."

"Yeonjun, look at you. You can't even form complete sentences without you hiccuping in between them. We gotta go"

"You guys are leaving?" One of Yeonjun's friends asked. (Friend 1)

"You two seem close... are you guys gonna fuck later?" Asked another one (Friend 2)

Yeonjun, still out of it, swaying, replied, "Hm? I don't know, it needs to be a mutual *hiccup* agreement. Beomgyu, do you think we should *hiccup* have sex later?"

I mean...

"What? Y-Yeonjun c'mon."

He pulled be back down into his lap and whispered into my ear, "10 more minutes? Pleaseeee?"

Okay, I couldn't resist the begging. It was cute...

"10 more minutes." I said.

Maybe I needed a beer myself.

No, I'm driving, I'll just take one from Yeonjun's fridge when we get there.

"Wait," Friend 1 continued, "Yeonjun wants to fuck Beomgyu?"

Laughter erupted from the group which literally made the table rumble.

"What'sh wrong with that?" Yeonjun questioned, his speech becoming slurred. Ish that a *hiccup* plobrem?"

"You could do someone better than Beomgyu, don't you think?" Said Friend 1.

"Iiiii think Beomgyu is *hiccup* jusht fine!" Yeonjun expressed.

This whole conversation was making me feel really awkward, but it almost made me look forward to what would happen when we reached his apartment room.

"Yeonjun, w-we need to go now." I told him.

We actually had 5 minutes left, but he wouldn't know that cause he's fucking intoxicated.

To my surprise, he complied with me when it was time for us to get into the car. I started it up, and headed to his place.

"Beomgyu, do you still hate me?" He asked.

That question hurt me a little... cause how bad was it that he was still thinking about it even though he was drunk out of his mind? I feel so bad.

"No, I don't hate you Yeonjun."

"Okay..." you would expect for a drunk guy to pass out this late at night, but it was almost like he gained more energy when we got back to his place. I parked the car and we both got out.

Ah fuck how could I let a drunk man walk back to his apartment alone? I had no choice but to walk him back... I held him by the waist and led him into the elevator to his floor. The atmosphere in the elevator was so... tense... it felt like the air was thinning. Yeonjun looked as me with his blacked-out eyes, and just put one hand on my chest and backed me into the wall of the elevator.

"What are you doing?" I asked, shakily.

"Calm down Beomgyu," he said in a deeper tone than what I was used to.

Okay and how the fuck was I supposed to calm down?

He put that hand onto my face and just examined it.

"You're really hot up close Gyu, did you *hiccup* know that?"

Hahahah... what?

"Getting hard already?" He sneered.

GETTING WHAT?

Oh. How did I not notice that??

The elevator doors opened and we made our way out to his apartment room, room #127. (Like a stickuhhhh stickuhhhh stickuhhhh) 

He stumbled and swayed, unable to keep his balance from drinking that much alcohol.

"Alright Yeonjun, here we are. Take care of yourself." I told him when we got to the door.

As I turned to walk back into the hallway, he grabbed me by the back of my shirt, pulling me back into his apartment, closing the door behind me.

"Y-Yeonjun..."

"Beomgyuuuuu, don't *hiccup* leave me yet..."

"Yeonjun?" I called again. His eyes looked just as dangerous as they did soft, which really confused me. What did he want?

"Gyu please stay here with me... we can stay together, *hiccup* right? Can we stay together for a long time? *hiccup* Forever?

What is he talking about...

"Beomgyu-ah, you're *hiccup* sho pretty... you know that?" He said.

To be completely honest, I kinda did wanna have sex with him.

He looked down at my crotch and I think he noticed the boner, because he asked, "Do you want me to help you? *hiccup*"

Very much so omg???

"Gyu, you okay?" He asked me.

"Yeah, actually I'm good..." I responded.

He put his hands on my waist, and asked "is this okay?"

"Y-yeah." I hissed through my teeth.

He then glided his hand over my penis, purposely this time, and asked again, "And this? Is this *hiccup* okay too?"

Someone whimpered. Was it me?... definitely me.

"Beomgyu, do I have your full permission?"

"Yeah..." I groaned.

My dick was already twitching under his palm and I began to grow a bit impatient. But why did it feel so good to be touched like this by him? Someone who I thought I hated?

"Oh...babe..." I growled.

I called him BABE??????

He looked up at me and his eyes sparkled and twinkled with excitement.

"Yeonjun," I said, "are you sure you wanna do this, or is it because you're hella drunk?" I asked. Despite how desperate I've become, I didn't want him to do something that his sober mind wouldn't have done, you know?

He stood back up on his feet and...

...and...kissed me...

Yeonjun picked me up and threw me on his sofa aggressively and started undoing my buttons while I squirmed underneath him. He ripped off my shirt and vigorously tried to get my pants off.

Yo this is kinda... if you know what I mean, hahah. I like it. I can't believe I would let Yeonjun do this, of all people.