And it wasn't fucking fair. Not when Lee looked so good in the kitchen, wearing a pale blue tee with black shorts stretching around his sculpted thighs.
He looked like the definition of Sunday: relaxed.
A white cap sat backward on his head to keep his unstyled hair out of his face as he leaned forward to chop vegetables.
With my hip against the doorpost and my arms folded across the chest, I studied him from afar, slowly letting my mind delve into new resurrected memories of last night.
Now that the curtains were drawn, there was nothing but darkness. After some nagging and throwing his sleepwear out of his reach, Lee complied to sleep naked with me. I double-checked if the door was locked to release the tension out of his shoulders, and said to him I wouldn't expect Min Su to randomly barge into my bedroom either way. That made his muscles completely relax.
My fingers stroke his chest, following the muscled curve, then dipped above his collarbone. A chill exploded from my touch, and I read the raised dots on his skin like a blind man.
He liked my touch. He liked me. That's how I translated it.
Lee broke the peaceful silence: "Let's make a drunken confession."
"You aren't drunk," I muttered, scooting closer, drawn by his heat and masculine scent.
"I can grab a bottle." My hand flew off his chest to puncture his shoulder with my fingers and kept him from getting up.
"Your stomach will hate you."
"Ah, you care," he cooed, and the grip on his shoulder tightened, making him chuckle. "Come on, confession time."
My mind still swam from the alcohol. It wasn't as bad as let's say a half hour ago, never the less, I rated myself drunk. And when drunk I was allowed to be dumb and reckless. The aftermath of my stupidity would be dealt with after a good few hours of sleep.
That didn't make me less nervous though.
The tip of my tongue lapped over my upper lip and then rolled my lower lip behind my teeth. I pinched too hard, tasting blood, and then let it go with a pop. "I liked it."
"What did you like?" Lee felt so much closer all of a sudden.
"The sex." I swallowed. My drunkenness didn't mask the feeling of embarrassment as I felt the heat rise from my neck toward my ears. "...Receiving."
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𝐕𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 ~𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐨
Fanfiction#1 TOXIC SERIES It's the typical Enemies to Lovers story, flavored by yours truly. Raised in the same neighborhood and social circle, Minho and Hyunjin know each other far too well. Both families are well-known chaebols with deep roots in the South...
