Jonghun has no idea when he got reduced to this, staring at his phone, waiting for Hongki's text or message, that he had gotten of his flight safely.
It's late, and he should probably sleep because he has to wake up early the next day for recording, but he's wide awake. Staring, like said, at his phone.
"Fuck you Hongki," he mumbles, finally throwing his phone across his bed, annoyed.
At himself or at Hongki, he's not sure, but what he's sure about is that he doesn't like how he has turned like this, constantly thinking about this one asshole.
Who isn't even a girl.
( 6 )
Hongki's kisses are usually rushed, hurried, like he's trying to just get over what they're doing as quick as he can. Usually.
They never ever talk about what they do, and most of the time Jonghun feels like it's just stress-relief for Hongki, and he thinks it's probably partly that for him as well.
Probably. But not really, and sometimes he hates himself for never having the courage to ask Hongki what the fuck in the world it is they're doing.
Except sometimes, for reasons Jonghun can never comprehend (and probably never will), Hongki likes to take things to slow, like he's taking in Jonghun's taste, and savoring it. Jonghun always grabs on to these precious opportunities, enjoying what he can out of whatever this is, thinking at the back of his mind that maybe he can finally ask Hongki if this means more than just nothing to him.
And then the morning after, Jonghun will wake up, as cowardly as ever, hating himself, until Hongki snuggles closer, and nuzzles his neck with his nose. Jonghun will just close his eyes then, because whatever this is, he'll take it for now.
jongki - fine line between love and hate, 837w [2/2]
( 5 )
Jonghun has no idea when he got reduced to this, staring at his phone, waiting for Hongki's text or message, that he had gotten of his flight safely.
It's late, and he should probably sleep because he has to wake up early the next day for recording, but he's wide awake. Staring, like said, at his phone.
"Fuck you Hongki," he mumbles, finally throwing his phone across his bed, annoyed.
At himself or at Hongki, he's not sure, but what he's sure about is that he doesn't like how he has turned like this, constantly thinking about this one asshole.
Who isn't even a girl.
( 6 )
Hongki's kisses are usually rushed, hurried, like he's trying to just get over what they're doing as quick as he can. Usually.
They never ever talk about what they do, and most of the time Jonghun feels like it's just stress-relief for Hongki, and he thinks it's probably partly that for him as well.
Probably. But not really, and sometimes he hates himself for never having the courage to ask Hongki what the fuck in the world it is they're doing.
Except sometimes, for reasons Jonghun can never comprehend (and probably never will), Hongki likes to take things to slow, like he's taking in Jonghun's taste, and savoring it. Jonghun always grabs on to these precious opportunities, enjoying what he can out of whatever this is, thinking at the back of his mind that maybe he can finally ask Hongki if this means more than just nothing to him.
And then the morning after, Jonghun will wake up, as cowardly as ever, hating himself, until Hongki snuggles closer, and nuzzles his neck with his nose. Jonghun will just close his eyes then, because whatever this is, he'll take it for now.