𝘒𝘌𝘌𝘗 𝘐𝘛 𝘚𝘌𝘊𝘙𝘌𝘛 ®™ | lee heeseung

Chapter 60: it's showtime

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Outside, we were supposed to part ways again, but Heeseung stopped on the first step before heading down the stairs. "Don't you wanna come down, too?". His words rang through my ears like an echo, but I didn't actually listen to him. What caught my eye much more at that moment was his appearance. His fully black outfit with white sneakers, his wavy hair, which fell loosely over his forehead and created a shadow over his eyes. His soft pink lips curved in a perfect form. The way everything about him was perfect. I had completely lost track of time, how long I had been staring at him. But when his voice snatched me out off my thoughts, I licked my painfully dry lips.

"Hyeo?".

Shit! I felt the heat rushing through my body, stopping in my cheeks. "Sorry, I was just thinking...I, uhm you..." I shook my head in confusion. "Nevermind. I'm talking crap again.".

But a smirk appeared on his face as he went back up the one step. "Do you need some distraction from all your books?".

"Yes.", I whispered, not realizing I was still staring at him without blinking.

"Well, then...". He walked straight up to me, grabbing my jaw with one hand a second before smashing his lips on mine. Caught off guard, I stumbled against my bedroom door while our lips moved against each other. His hands roamed around my neck, pulling me closer by a firm grip into my hair. I reached for his sweatshirt in desperation when he leaned against me so that I was trapped between him and the wall. But just as quickly as everything had happened, it was over again. He took a step back and ended the kiss with a long peck.

"Problem solved.". He grinned and tapped my nose.

Still shocked by what had happened, I grabbed his wrist as if in a trance. I wanted to say something, but my voice was choked.

"Not solved?". Heeseung tilted his head when he noticed my hand holing onto the fabric of his sleeve.

"No.". I finally answered, but it sounded husky. "Just - just made it worse.".

His smile dropped when my words arrived in his head. "Hyeo, come on. There are about a hundred people downstairs.". However, he didn't resist when I pulled him towards in my room. "Hee, I want you!".

He gasped when the door fell shut behind us. "Fuck".

I let go of his hand and sat on the edge of my bed. My eyes followed him as he leaned backwards against the chest of drawers and watched me.

"You don't want to?". I asked, while slowly stripping out my pajama pants. His eyes darted towards my pink lacy slip, as the fabric fell to the floor.

He rolled his eyes and looked towards the door. "You know, that I want.". For a moment there was silence in the room, only the music from downstairs echoed through the surroundings. I knew he was worried.

I got up again, walked over to him and carefully turned his head towards me. "Ignore what's happening out there.". I pressed a light kiss on his lips and I noticed how his focus completely jumped over to me. He scanned my body from the bottom to the top and stopped at my eyes.

"Please.". I whispered.

The next moment, he grabbed me by the waist and I found myself sitting on the chest of drawers he had been leaning against just a few seconds before. His lips suddenly curved into a smirk again. "First of all, I hate you! Secondly, if you make a sound, you're dead. Thirdly...", he paused with a deep breath. "...Ah, fuck it!".

Without a warning, he grabbed my shirt and pulled it over my head. Beeing left in my underwear, he pressed a kiss on my sternum, making me gasp out, while my hand found its way into his soft hair.