Chocolate Puffs

It's been three days.

Three days since I confessed my love to him for the third time. Kissed him for the second time and touched parts of his body for the first time.

I'd be lying if I told myself that I didn't feel slight remorse for holding him down when he tried to push me away, but in a way, I was glad that I did.

The memory of his scent kept me intoxicated.

Electricity flowed through me every time I thought about the feeling of his back and chest against my fingers.

I watched him in class as a stalker would. I felt no shame every time the teacher would raise their eyebrows at me or when a classmate would notice me staring.

He covered all signs of my teeth ever making contact with his skin with makeup. His neck looked like I have never touched it. That alone annoyed me for a reason I couldn't comprehend.

I was aware that it was becoming an obsession. I told myself that I shouldn't follow him around. Even if I was perfectly content with the fact that I probably, looked insane.

Yet, I couldn't stop.

The way his body fit under mine like a glove. His soul attracted me like a light in the night. And his very presence made me more honest.

Maybe it was because I knew most of his dark sides. Maybe it was because I wanted someone that I could talk to and he's been there at the right time and place. Or maybe I simply liked him a little too much.

Whatever the reason, I couldn't eat, rest well or pay attention to anything else.

Three days ago, in that extremely early morning, he left me boiling on a high fire.

I demanded him to be mine and he just asked, "What does that mean?"

I explained every detail I could think of. My desires and normal stuff people usually do when they're dating. I bared my naked soul only for him to step over it with clean feet as he simply responded:

"We're both quite drunk, I think we should talk about it when we're sober."

At the moment, I was quite happy that he wasn't making a rash decision only to reject me later.

But the thing that dawned on me the very same day was: He's never sober.

I followed him home without even hiding and he hadn't turned around once. I wanted to use our meeting outside the school as a simple coincidence for a chance to talk and clear the smoke. But he just went inside without ever noticing me. He wasn't ignoring me either. He just never looked up.

If not being drunk is what he meant, then he wasn't drunk anymore.

He had my phone number. Hell. The class had just ended and he left without saying a word.

I was losing both faith and patience.

I couldn't figure out what he was thinking. I started considering that he had so much to drink that he has completely forgotten about it, so I waited until he sat down by the lake to walk up to him but I wasn't fast enough.

"Hi." My view was being blocked by a tall, red-haired, and boxy-smiling guy.

"Who are you?" I snapped.

"Taehyung."

"That's not telling me much."

"A friend of a friend." He shrugged.

I looked him up and down in an attempt to read him.

"Right. If you don't mind, I have to ..."

"What do you sell?"

I keep forgetting that looking innocent doesn't mean that the person is necessarily innocent.

"Excuse me?" I haven't realized that the incident with the two heroin users scarred me, mainly because it was too close to home. Although, I'd usually jump at the sight of a new customer, now, I wanted him to state his business first and for me to delay revealing any of my business.

"Sniff or pills? Or..."

"How old are you?"

"We go to the same school..."

"What is it that you want from me exactly?"

His smile didn't disappear from his eyes, but his lips did become a thin line.

"Uppers."

Scanning our surroundings for students or cops, I then circled him like an animal checking another out.

No visible weapons or signs of scars.

"What class?"

"C, first."

"Budget?"

"Forty bucks."

I sighed and thought to myself that it was safe. After all, as long as I could check that what he said was true, before meeting him again. I was left to make a loose commitment before I could trust him with anything.

"In a week. Same place, same time."

"Cool." And the boxy smile returned.

I, however, turned around to check if Jungkook was looking at us.

He's gone. I sighed at the realization and walked away from the redhead in a daze.

"Wait, you're Monster, right? That's what they call you, right?"

This stopped me dead in my tracks and had me looking back at the innocent-faced Taehyung, scowling.

Fucking…

"Sure."

I saw him waving excitedly as if he had just made a friend.

"See you around then! Bye, bye!"

I walked away with ease but remained stunned for the next couple of hours.

Attended to the regular junkies for the day in a daze. I got offered to smoke a couple of times and considered it as Jungkook's face kept popping into my brain like an annoying song that won't leave your head no matter what.

But being high on anything will only make me want to act irrationally.

I gave him alcohol, took advantage of him, and then proceeded to ask for more. I knew it was stupid, but it was already said and done.

When Thursday slowly rolled on its fat belly and showed its face, I successfully dismembered everything that had occurred that day, piece by piece at least a hundred times. At this point, I wasn't so sure that I wanted him to remember what has happened either.

I have to go to the club in one hour.

The promise I made to Kwan, one week ago didn't sound so good to me right now.

He might not even be there.

That consoled me until class ended and I caught him stealing a glance my way.

I should just go straight to the rooftop instead.

That'd be the courageous thing to do.

So, I walked as slowly as possible until I met an actual crossroad.

I took out a coin and tossed it.

Heads for Jungkook, tails for Kwan.

I got tails and disappointment washed over me.

Guess I am a sadist.

I climbed up the stairs, opened the door, and walked until I reached an empty corner.

Of bloody course. I was ready to call him on the phone until I heard the metal door opening and closing. A few seconds later, he was standing in front of me.

"You're going to skip the card game too, huh?"

He walked to his usual place. Sat down. And started rolling a joint.

I felt a vein inside my head throbbing.

Calm down. That is what I told myself multiple times before I grabbed him by the collar and slammed him against the wall. His stuff was now scattered around the floor, and his eyes finally focused solely on me.

"Say it." I found myself whispering, chest tightening at the same time.

"Say what?" His surprised expression and small hands holding onto the one that was by his throat had me smiling a joyless smile.

"Your answer."

He looked down.

So, he remembers everything.

"I've thought about it..." I almost released his collar, but his next words made me grab his neck instead, "I don't know… don't think that I am into guys that…ouch…"

"Stop bullshitting me Jeon Jungkook. Admit you don't like me instead, please. I beg of you. Reject me and stop blaming it on your sexuality."

I didn't squeeze. I just held my hand there in a desperate attempt to control the situation in the only way I thought I could.

Look at me...

He continued talking, yet he didn't face me.

"I'm serious. It has nothing to do with you. I think you're a great guy and…"

I could feel my anger rupturing, placed in a glass bowl that cracked with every word he uttered.

But truly, if my rage was a liquid, then it's been overflowing for days.

For days, I've checked my phone every five minutes, slept next to it, and then silently watched him like a stalker. Every time he walked past me or looked my way, I'd stop breathing, expecting something that never came. Even now, I still had to force an answer out of him.

As if he didn't think about it. He avoided it instead and blamed it on something that shouldn't even matter.

After all, I was not into guys either. I was into him. That was it. And that's all there should ever be.

But I could feel his heartbeat catch speed against the palm of my hand as I squeezed lightly and leaned in.

"You got hard from kissing." Our lips were almost touching as his eyes closed from the sudden pain and lack of air.

"I… I kn…ow."

"It seems to me that you don't."

All my anger melted like ice on a summer day.

His lips called to me and I had to answer. To my surprise, after I shoved my tongue in his mouth, he shyly kissed me back.

I stopped before I lost all control and verbally attacked him further.

"Why are you kissing me if you're straight, Jungkook? Do you think straight guys kiss other guys?" His eyes went wide as his hands went limp by his sides.

"I don't…know."

"You don't know...what is this bullshit?"

Is he joking? Or is he making fun of me?

His eyes avoided mine in shame as I felt the urge to laugh. Instead, I did something I'd been wanting to do since Saturday morning.

"So, you're still not sure. Fine. I will help you again. This time, you will be sober. Well, as sober as you can be."

"Don't…" I kissed him before I had to hear the words that were designed to push me away.

I quickly turned him around after his breathing picked up and used one hand to hold his wrists above his head and then I used the other to unzip his pants. I licked and bit his earlobe as I pressed myself against his back.

He tried to release himself at first, but after I grabbed his penis and started stroking it, I could see his ears and face turning red even from where I was standing.

"You're hard again," I concluded, smiling.

"I…" He started, but the words stopped coming out. Muffled moans and shallow breaths replaced them.

I stroked him faster and then kissed the back of his head as I glued myself to his back, pinning him completely against the wall.

"Are you confused right now?"

I looked down and couldn't help, but compare us.

You're cute everywhere. Aren't you?

I waited until I could feel his pre-cum, before stopping completely.

I whispered in his ears, mockery dripping from my tone, "Look down, Jungkook. Come on."

He shook his head and yet I couldn't let it go as I then fucked the inside of his ear with my tongue, pulling on his balls hard. He moaned in both pleasure and pain.

"Look, down."

He hesitantly did. I smiled.

"Is it hard?"

He nodded while gasping.

"Regardless of my gender, I can make you hard. So, stop lying."

"I ..ah..was… wasn't lying…"

His voice was high-pitched and breathless, making me more turned on.

I let out an amused breath, smirking as I started pumping him for dear life. He didn't moan anymore but tried his best to contain his scream from the harsh treatment. He suddenly started moving left to right, but I kept him still and continued the same motion until semen poured out, as if a shaken soda exploded onto the wall.

His knees almost gave out as he leaned his head back, right onto my shoulder, inhaling and exhaling deeply.

I released his hands, zipping him up with the same hand, gathering any liquid that was on his member with the other one.

He didn't move.

"That was quick."

"Ha?!" He immediately straightened and turned around.

I petted his head with my clean hand, smiling widely.

"I didn't think it was possible. That's really cute."

The blush intensified.

"You…why…I haven't masturbated in months!"

"I am sure."

"It's true!"

"It's fine. I am happy for you."

He arched his brow in confusion and anger.

"I could never finish in less than an hour...or two. Well, I'd kill to finish this quickly."

His mouth hung open as he grabbed his hair in frustration.

"I can last longer too! I haven't touched…!"

"Now, lick it."

"What?"

I showed him the drops of cum that were left on my right hand and brought them to his lips.

"Have your brain cells all burned? You just raped me! And now you're asking me to…"

"Hey. I didn't rape you. That was not rape. I didn't penetrate anything and you enjoyed it. Here's the proof. Look at it."

"Please, clean your hands. Stop shoving it in my face!"

"It's yours. Lick it."

"I will not!" He looked outraged, but I was strangely calm even though I was hard myself.

The awkwardness was gone. The pretense dissolved, but I still had to ask again.

"Fine. Next time."

"Ne…are you insane?!"

"Since the confusion is gone now and you know for sure that you're gay," His mouth opened to retort so I lifted a finger to stop him "Or at least, you are for me."

His lips went into a thin line as I genuinely smiled. His burst of energy and playful anger evaporated in the next second.

"Maybe…"

He turned his head and almost walked away, but I just grabbed his chin and forced him to look at me.

"So, now. Your answer, please."

He bit his lip and closed his eyes in distress.

Who the hell makes this face?

"Maybe." Jungkook breathed out.

"Maybe what?"

His eyes half opened and fixated on my neck or chest.

"Maybe we can try…"

For a second I forgot I was nervous and that he was giving an actual answer. My mouth dried instantly and my chest felt like a ticking time bomb that just exploded.

"But we'll take it slow. We won't do this stuff for a long time. Understood? And I don't want to hear anything about your magic one-hour-long hardness or whatever. Ok? Just…normal…stuff…"

I kept holding onto his chin as he ranted while I stood before him, not knowing how to react.

"When I say slow. I mean icebergs melting. And also, stop holding me against my will! It's annoying and embarrass..."

I embraced him at the same time warmth embraced my nervous system.

"You're mine." I heard myself saying.

"I am not an object." He complained.

"You're not. But no one will touch you and you won't touch anyone else."

"That's a weird definition." I stepped back and sighed in relief.

"I will kill both of you if you as much as..."

He frowned, shouting:

"Normal! I want a normal..."

I cut him off by kissing him softly and then remembered.

"Oh, shit…"

"What?"

"I think I just touched you with the cum hand-"

"AAHH!!"

Later, I tried paying attention to Kwan's problems. I wanted to do some of my homework too. The thought of sleeping more at night pleased me greatly, but concentration slipped between my fingers like small wet fish.

Since I got hard and didn't orgasm, I was very uncomfortable.

The fact that Jungkook was just mere centimeters away, watching a crappy movie, made it even worse.

Taking it slow. Icebergs melting, he said…

"Namjoon, what's wrong?"

"Wait, what?"

Kwan didn't look too happy with me.

"You are anywhere else, but here. Did something happen?"

"Nothing. Not a damn thing."

"Are you sure?"

"Aha."

"Okay. If you're sure…"

"Guys. The new ASK7's music video is out," Bora announced and looked around as if we should all be jumping up and down in excitement right now. Instead, we all stared silently as the sounds of the movie and Jungkook munching on chocolate-covered puffs filled the room.

"Oh, you guys don't know what good music is!"

"Yes, that's the reason we don't listen to them," Sony sarcastically pointed out with his hand covering his mouth.

"Sony, did you say something?"

"Me? Never."

I sighed.

"That's it! You've been sighing every five minutes; I am going to lose my mind."

"Kwan, leave the man alone." Yeong Cheol seemed to be able to pay attention to everyone else yet he never stopped staring at his cards during a match with Sony.

"But it's like the Chinese torture." She argued.

"Use some headphones," Sony suggested.

"I am sorry Kwan. I just had a …long, long day." I admitted.

"Why?"

Jungkook suddenly asked, turning around to look at me with a puff still in his hands.

I wasn't sure if he was being cute, or annoying, or if he thought that something else besides him had happened today.

As I was about to lie again, I realized that they all pretty much stopped what they were doing, waiting quietly.

"I…It's just been a tiring week."

"Why?" Jungkook asked for the second time, his big, innocent eyes, making me want to do things to him until he cried.

"You know, homework and..."

"You said you didn't do any, that's why you wanted to catch up today instead of helping me…" Kwan argued, dejected.

"The thought of it bothered me. I kept thinking about homework and studying, but couldn't do any. I guess I've exhausted myself, mentally." I was relieved that I had only half lied.

"Hmm…I know what that's like…" Sony said, looking down at his cards.

I could hear music coming out of Bora's phone not a minute later.

Jungkook however, did not continue watching his movie.

"If you wanted it so badly, why didn't you just do it?"

I could feel a vein popping on my forehead. I hit the table as I got up, ready to drag him out of the room and give him a piece of my mind. Jungkook, however, suddenly started laughing harder than I'd ever heard him laugh and the flame of my anger got extinguished in mere seconds.

He's messing with me, this little shit…

"What? Why is he laughing?" Bora always wanted to be part of the joke, but besides me, they were all puzzled.

I sat down and pretended to focus on my homework again, yet I swore I saw Sony smiling behind his cards.

We all resumed what we have been doing before, but I could still hear Jungkook chuckling every 10 minutes. I wasn't sure if it was because of the movie or I.

After all, I did hear most of the thing. It was a suspenseful mystery that was anything but amusing.

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AN: This chapter was edited by jooniekingg.