#mcrtel

chul: i'm having a roommate date with jisoo chul: we went to the movies and now we're grabbing food chul: wanna meet up when i'm done with him?

       several empty bottles later and the party group was sitting in a circle, one empty bottle lying in the middle of them all. junghoon’s head was pounding a bit, since it’s been a while since he allowed himself to do something else, instead of just working all the time. it turned and landed on joowon, one of the people he had just met today through a mutual friend   —   it was the dumb teenager game of seven minutes in heaven, junghoon praying it wouldn’t land on him the second time but, his luck wasn’t on his side today. so the two of them rose while people cooed at them because two guys in a tight-spaced closet together; the thought even leaving junghoon a bit nervous. once there, the door closed in on them and the only light source came from the break of the closet doors.   ❝   so   …   we don’t actually have to do anything, right   ?   ❞   not that he didn’t want to, he just found this a tad bit awkward right now.

        by the time he was reaching the door, all that coursed through him was adrenaline ; the race of his heart was picking up as he stood before the familiar door and he was knocking loudly. even as he waited the LONG seconds, he willed himself to just turn around and leave, stop whatever was about to happen. but it was to no avail, the door was opening and milo suddenly forgot about the water dripping from his hair and down his cheeks, or the white t-shirt clinging to his body. all he could focus was the beautiful face staring at him with confusion and how desperate he was to feel him EVERYWHERE. ‘ i can't fucking do it, ’ milo was breathing out, hands raising to hold bo's face and there was no time wasted as he was pressing a hard kiss to his lips, enough force behind it to guide the male inside, his foot managing to push the door closed behind them. ‘ i can't be without you, you ruined me. ’ there was a DESPERATION behind his words he'd never admit to, ignoring the way they shook as they left him before there was another hungry kiss, hands sliding back to tangle into his saturated locks. he missed him, holy shit, he really fucking missed him.

        despite not particularly wanting to go to the premiere, the constant nagging from korain had moon breaking and inevitably giving in. as badly as he wanted to show minah and her new film support, he knew well enough that his group of friends were very intertwined with a certain somebody's and he wasn't sure he could stomach the sight of him. not that he wasn't the most attractive man he'd ever laid eyes on, but he still had the EFFECT—bursting flutters in his stomach, a racing heart that he couldn't control. he did not want to go. yet here he was, dressed far too nice for how anxious he was, doing his best to hide it with his beloved smile as the guy he was supposed to be committed to tug him along through the after party. the movie was good, minah had killed it as per usual, but he'd recognized her best friend and jinho's boyfriend before the show, and some of his other friends scattered around. and just as it was bound to happen, he felt the wind practically being knocked out of him as he glanced to the right and that same familiar face he was so terrified to see was across the room. looking right back at him. he should have continued to walk away, shouldn't have resisted the tug of his hand, shouldn't have stopped dead in his tracks. but with those eyes staring back at him how was he supposed to leave? ‘ i need to find korain and doyun, i forgot he needed to talk to me.. i'll catch up with you in a bit okay? ’ it was a reasonable fib, one that resulted in a kiss to his cheek, that probably shouldn't feel so sleazy. he shouldn't be SO disgusted with himself for a little pda from the guy koko had set him up with, the guy he was meant to be committing himself to. but as his feet carried him toward the other, almost like there was a magnetic pull between them, carefully slipping between people, ignoring their loud laughter or the snotty responses and eye rolls as he pushed past until he was stopping in front of him. HIM. ‘ kangmin—hello, i wasn’t sure if you were coming or not. ’ voice trailing off, teeth grazing his lower lip as he broke eye contact for a few short seconds, willing himself to just fucking breathe. ‘ you look great, not uh, not that you don't normally but—it's just been a while, i guess.. ’

omg thank u both!! i’m working on icons and it just hit me that ??? idk how tf to upload them to tumblr without DYING?? so thank u!!