XVII

They finally pulled away, Breathless and panting. Their breathing erratic and their hearts batter against their ribcage as if it's going to burst out. Yeon stared at the smaller in a daze, the latter unable to meet his eyes out of sheer nervousness.

Yeon's right hand rested on Jun's nape, holding him, almost locking him in place. His instincts were dominating, body greedy. It was a hard task just to not dive back into the warmth and softness he felt moments ago. As soon as the thought of what happened mere seconds ago went through Jun's mind, his face went void of any color.

Alcohol slowly slipped out of the system sobering his senses as more rational thoughts started ruling his actions. And so, the smaller hastily, almost clumsily got up, pushing Yeon in the process as if punishing him for shredding his sanity and locked himself in his room.

The next morning, Jun felt terrible for kissing Yeon. He knew it was wrong and he shouldn't have done it. But he was so caught up in the moment