" he said things to me like, ' you feel so good. ' or ' i need you so bad. ' in his pretty little voice -- you know the one -- except a little more winded and. . . /whiny/. and then when he says my name -- don't even get me started. "
there is something deep within him that feels SICK , and he is quick to suck in a breath when he listens to the other talk . to think of hyeon ( his hyeon ) whispering things like that to SCUM makes his head spin fast , and his heart clench . ‘ he said he needed you ? ‘ the question slips past his lips before he can filter it in his head . he cringes to himself , because god , he sounds so sad . this time , instead of sitting there , legs pushed together and all timid , he rolls with it . jooseok rolls back slowly , head tilting back , hair falling into his eyes as he looks at byeong through his lashes . his sweater falls up his stomach , revealing smooth skin underneath ( he wasn’t expecting company , therefore , he hadn’t worn anything under his sweater ) . ‘ really ? he was whiny ? i bet that got to you , him moaning like . . . this , ‘ a PRETTY moan slips past his lips , which fades into a whimper of byeong’s name . his eyes flutter shut , and he lets his hips lift off the couch , in a fluid roll motion . it’s all to TEASE byeong , to show him he can be as pretty as hyeon . he doesn’t know what kind of revenge tactic one would call this , but he lets himself get lost in it . he finds his sleeves falling over his hands in sweater paws , and one drops down to push his shirt up farther , showing more of his smooth stomach . he lets out soft mewls of ‘ i need you , byeong , please . ‘ which mimic what byeong had said about his BEST FRIEND . he opens his eyes , bites his bottom lip , and mewls ‘ won’t you help me , byeong ? ‘ then he is laughing , sitting up on the couch , eyes narrowing at byeong . ‘ don’t ever talk about hyeon like this again . ‘
