The pizza boxes laid everywhere, and empty beer bottles littered the floor.
At the corner, Wooyoung threw his cards on the table. "I swear, my luck is bad today! "
"Drink up, hyung! " Jongho laughed evilly, pushing the beer bottle towards him. Hongjoong whooped and cheered, as Wooyoung drowned the entire bottle in one go.
"Pay up, you pathetic fuck. " San sniggered, as Wooyoung pressed an entire wad of money in his hand.
In front of the TV, Yunho groaned audibly. "No fair... " He whined, as his character on the screen died once more.
Mingi and Heejin clapped their hands together, laughing. Yunho turned to Yeosang, who sat beside him. "You're not doing your best! "
Yeosang swayed slightly. "I dunno, I can't concent-"
He fall faceforward to the floor. Mingi took another swing of the beer, waving his console in the air. "Another round! "
In the armchair Yeosang had sat the previous night, Seonghwa stared intently at Heejin, waiting patiently.
Nine. Ten. Eleven.
Wooyoung snored on the table. Jongho had passed out on his way to his bedroom, right before the flight of stairs. San had tripped over a stray beer bottle and was snuggling up with his back behind the couch. Half of Hongjoong's body was dangling out from his chair.
Near the TV, Yunho was laying on top of Yeosang, with Mingi on his back. Heejin lay her head on the table. A deep blush had crept to her cheeks.
Seonghwa moved. He put his arms under Heejin's neck and knees, avoiding Jongho on his way to his room. He put Heejin on his bed, as gentle as he could.
Seonghwa's finger carefully traced her eyes, her nose, her mouth. He could clearly remember finding Heejin in a box behind the dumpster. When he, Hongjoong and the others, abandoned boys from the orphanage, went soughting after food.
How old was he then? Twelve?
When did he fall in love with Heejin?
Seonghwa turned to his bedside table. A picture of Heejin and him stood silently, him wearing a party hat and Heejin putting cream on his face.
Probably from the start.
He loved her from the start.
Seonghwa took in a deep breath. Unlike the others, he didn't pick up the habit of drinking.
"S-Seonghwa oppa? " He looked back at Heejin. The now eighteen years old girl rubbed her eyes drunkenly, her innocent eyes on him. "Where a-am I... It's k-kinda hot i-in here... " She shifted on the bed, murmuring.
Seonghwa swallowed.
Heejin felt something looming over her, and something soft on her lips. She tried to turn her head around, but a hand gripped her cheek tightly.
Was it Seonghwa? She doesn't know. It felt so hot, so hot...
Seonghwa backed away from her. No, Heejin doesn't look like she's drunk. Instead, her cheeks are abnormally red and she wriggled on the bed, muttering under her breath.
Seonghwa noticed that she was rubbing her thighs.
Suddenly, he understood.
"You fuckers. " He cursed.
Of course.
Aphrodisiac.
Must be that fucking Choi San.
Seonghwa grinned. Now that wouldn't be so hard.
Heejin felt something cool touch her neck. She leaned towards it, wanting more. Wanting something to cool her down.
"Heejin-ah... " Someone called her. Who is this? Her brows furrowed, trying to recall the owner of the voice.
Seonghwa's breath hitched. He removed her clothes slowly, only leaving the undergarments. He paused, kneeling over her, admiring the beautiful body of the girl he had brought up.
His beautiful Heejin. Delicate as a flower petal.
Innocent as a young deer. Pure as a glowing diamond.
He reached down for her neck first, sucking and licking the slightly cool skin. He feel Heejin's fingers combing through his hair, and his hand reached down to her inner thighs, drawing circles.
His teeth grazed her chin, her shoulder, her collarbone. His fingers moved to the thin fabric of her panties. Was she ready?
He smiled in answer.
"Heejin-ah, you're so wet for me. " He whispered, and heard the tiny moans from her in reply.
Heejin's toenails curled, and her eyes watered in pain. Her vision was blurry, and she could see a figure on top of her.
Who is it?
"N-no... " She moaned, clawing at Seonghwa's chest. "Stop... M-make it s-stop... "
Seonghwa kissed her, connecting their lips together. He could feel her shake as he inserted a digit into her womanhood.
"Argh... " Heejin's fingers grasped hard at the sheets. She could finally see the person on top of her. "S-Seonghwa opp-oppa... "
"I'm here, Heejin-ah. " Seonghwa replied halfheartedly. Heejin let out a small scream, her tears gathering up at her eyes.
A weird and unfamiliar heat was gathering up at her abdomen. Seonghwa noticed her tears, and leaned down towards her, licking her tears away.
"Don't cry, Heejin-ah. I'm going to add another, okay? " He asked, and when Heejin nodded unconsciously, he pushed his middle finger into her.
Heejin cried out, her back arched. "O-oppa, I can't-"
"Don't hold it back, Heejin-ah. " Seonghwa stroked her hair, which was soaked with sweat. "Come for me. "
Heejin's toenails curled up, as something break inside her. Seonghwa removed his fingers, careful to lick the liquid off them.
"Sweet like you, Heejin-ah."
Heejin didn't reply, her hair fell to her face and she closed her eyes.
Seonghwa spread her legs open, removing his own garments. Positioning himself at the opening, he teased her slightly with the tip. "Heejin-ah. Open your eyes. "
Heejin did as she was told. Seonghwa grabbed her cheeks, forcing her to look at him. "Who am I? "
"S-Seonghwa Oppa. "
"Do you love me? "
"Ye-yes. "
"Good girl. " He placed a kiss on Heejin's forehead, slowly pushing in. He grunted, feeling her walls wrapped tightly around his. "You're so tight, Heejin-ah. " He panted slightly, watching the girl, now a woman, wriggle and moan under him.
When he buried himself in completely, Seonghwa waited for a while, before starting to move.
"I love you, Heejin-ah. "
The little moans bounced off the walls as Seonghwa thrusted his hips, back and forth. He could feel Heejin's nails dig into his bag, and he wiped the tears from her eyes again and again with his finger.
"I love you. I love you. " Heejin had repeated the three words again and again, to Seonghwa's requests.
When Seonghwa pull out from her for the third time, Heejin was knocked out. He panted, removing the hair from her face, and pecked her forehead.
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