[05.] kiss and run
[05.] kiss and run
hongki kisses jonghun, but only when he's drunk || hongki/jonghun || pg
Kisses are meant to be a sign of love. Kisses are meant to be meaningful. Kisses are meant to be an emotionally-charged gesture shared between two people, a physical display of affection.
Right now, it’s more like a physical display of how absolutely smashed Hongki is.
Jonghun tries not to let it affect him. After all, Hongki always gets a bit touchy-feely when he’s a few drinks down, and even more so when they’re drinking alone, but even in his intoxicated state, Hongki’s lips are pliant and insistent, almost confident. Jonghun can feel his own pulse quickening as Hongki parts his lips and presses into him.
“Jonghun,” Hongki murmurs against Jonghun’s lips, “Jonghunnie. I love you.”
“Do you?”
“Yeeeees. I love you this much.” Hongki breaks away from Jonghun and stretches his arms out wide, then flops back onto Jonghun. Jonghun smiles.
He would be fooled, just like he was the first time, but he’s learnt by now not to take things with Hongki too seriously.
The first time Hongki had kissed him, on a dark road back to their dorm from a gathering with Chocoball, he almost had a heart attack out of joy, but the next morning, after Jonghun commented on last night with a surreptitious smile, Hongki had insisted that nothing of the sort had happened. If it did, he was drunk, and it meant nothing.
It hadn’t meant nothing though, Jonghun’s sure of that. After a second time, then a third, then a fourth, always accompanied by the same denial and coldness, Jonghun’s sure that Hongki’s just running away. Hongki’s a good actor, and he doesn’t always want to take responsibility for his actions, so he deflects.
“Hongki.” Jonghun shifts in his seat, letting Hongki lean on him. He brushes the hair out of Hongki’s face. “Would you still kiss me in the morning?”
“Mhm.”
“Promise?”
Hongki nods happily, then rests his head back on Jonghun’s shoulder, interlocking their pinkies and stamping their thumbs together. Jonghun laughs quietly. He knows sober Hongki would never take the step over that line, but he could still hope.
“You can’t go back on it, okay?”
Hongki doesn’t kiss him the next morning. Instead, he puts on that confused face of his and insists that nothing had happened, then quietly ignores Jonghun for the rest of the day. As expected.
All the same, the disappointment stabbing Jonghun right in the heart doesn't hurt any less.
hongki kisses jonghun, but only when he's drunk || hongki/jonghun || pg
Kisses are meant to be a sign of love. Kisses are meant to be meaningful. Kisses are meant to be an emotionally-charged gesture shared between two people, a physical display of affection.
Right now, it’s more like a physical display of how absolutely smashed Hongki is.
Jonghun tries not to let it affect him. After all, Hongki always gets a bit touchy-feely when he’s a few drinks down, and even more so when they’re drinking alone, but even in his intoxicated state, Hongki’s lips are pliant and insistent, almost confident. Jonghun can feel his own pulse quickening as Hongki parts his lips and presses into him.
“Jonghun,” Hongki murmurs against Jonghun’s lips, “Jonghunnie. I love you.”
“Do you?”
“Yeeeees. I love you this much.” Hongki breaks away from Jonghun and stretches his arms out wide, then flops back onto Jonghun. Jonghun smiles.
He would be fooled, just like he was the first time, but he’s learnt by now not to take things with Hongki too seriously.
The first time Hongki had kissed him, on a dark road back to their dorm from a gathering with Chocoball, he almost had a heart attack out of joy, but the next morning, after Jonghun commented on last night with a surreptitious smile, Hongki had insisted that nothing of the sort had happened. If it did, he was drunk, and it meant nothing.
It hadn’t meant nothing though, Jonghun’s sure of that. After a second time, then a third, then a fourth, always accompanied by the same denial and coldness, Jonghun’s sure that Hongki’s just running away. Hongki’s a good actor, and he doesn’t always want to take responsibility for his actions, so he deflects.
“Hongki.” Jonghun shifts in his seat, letting Hongki lean on him. He brushes the hair out of Hongki’s face. “Would you still kiss me in the morning?”
“Mhm.”
“Promise?”
Hongki nods happily, then rests his head back on Jonghun’s shoulder, interlocking their pinkies and stamping their thumbs together. Jonghun laughs quietly. He knows sober Hongki would never take the step over that line, but he could still hope.
“You can’t go back on it, okay?”
Hongki doesn’t kiss him the next morning. Instead, he puts on that confused face of his and insists that nothing had happened, then quietly ignores Jonghun for the rest of the day. As expected.
All the same, the disappointment stabbing Jonghun right in the heart doesn't hurt any less.