@chrsolbi REWIND: 2018
if she wasn’t such a good kisser, he’d still be mad about how she spilled red wine all over his valentino shirt—brand new and worn for the first time today. (why did he think it was a good idea to wear a new shirt to a hannam alumni reunion? those were always messy, figuratively and literally, with tonight being the latter.) lucky for her, he’s decided let it go, since the only thing he wants more than to get the stain off, was to get the shirt (and every other article of clothing) off. if this was what she had planned when she offered to help him remove the stain (which eventually led to them stumbling into a cubicle in a lip lock), then well, mission accomplished.
as for him, he certainly did not expect to end up in his apartment with his high school deskmate, one he had spent all three years being at loggerheads with. you’d think they’d want nothing to do with each other after graduation (and that was the case, until her clumsy ass spilled wine all over him), not end up in his apartment like they hadn’t spent all of high school hating each other. to be fair, all that bickering did amount to quite a bit of unresolved tension between them, and they’re just resolving it now as grown, mature adults, using, well, grown, mature, adult methods.
joon rolls the used rubber up and tosses it into the trashcan, a shit-eating grin plastered across his face. “congratulations.” he whispers smugly. “seven years after graduation, you finally fulfilled your biggest wish in high school.” he disappears into the bathroom to wash his hands, reemerging with a smirk cockier than before (probably caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror, he thinks he looks best with sex hair, hickeys and lipstick stains all over him). “so tell me, was I as good as I was in your dreams?”