Chapter 28: Chapter 28

~Si woo~

I dried that last dish real slow, stacking it with the others, listening to his footsteps down the hall, a little uneven already, and I smirked to myself because oh man, this was gonna be fun, wrong as hell, but fun in that sick way I couldn’t shake. I followed him after a minute, keeping my steps quiet, not wanting to spook him too soon, and when I got to my old room, the door was cracked open, light on, and I could hear him muttering something under his breath, probably cursing me out.

I pushed the door open wider, and there he was, slumped against the bed frame, trying to stand but his legs looking wobbly, like the dizziness was hitting him full force now, his hand on his forehead, eyes half-closed, breathing heavy.

“Ye-jun,” I said, keeping my voice low, stepping in and closing the door behind me, locking it with a click that sounded way too loud in the quiet.

He jerked his head up a bit, eyes opening slightly, squinting at me like he wasn’t sure if I was real or not, and he tried to push himself up straighter, but his arms shook, and he slid back down a little. “What… what did you do to me?” he mumbled, his words slurring just a touch, not drunk-slurred but that foggy, weak kind where the drugs were messing with his head, making everything feel distant but also too intense at the same time.

I didn’t answer right away, just crossed the room in a couple strides, and before he could protest, I scooped him up, one arm under his knees, the other around his back, lifting him like he weighed nothing, which he pretty much didn’t to me, and he let out this surprised yelp, hands grabbing at my shirt.

“Put me down, you asshole!” he snapped, but it came out weaker than he probably wanted, his voice cracking, and he tried to wiggle free, but his body wasn’t cooperating, too dizzy, too off-balance, and I just held him tighter, carrying him the few steps to the bed and dumping him down on it, not too gentle, watching him bounce a little, his hair falling into his eyes.

He scrambled back immediately, propping himself up on his elbows, glaring at me, but I could see the flush creeping up his neck, his cheeks getting redder, and his eyes, man, they were wide now, pupils huge, that horny haze starting to take over even as he fought it.

“Get away from me,” he hissed, trying to sound tough, but his voice trembled, and he shifted on the bed, legs drawing up like he was trying to hide how hard he was getting already, I could see the outline in his pants, and it made me chuckle low in my throat. “Oh come on, Ye-jun, you look like you’re about to pass out or just want to cum, which is it?”

I teased, leaning against the door, arms crossed, just watching him squirm. He opened his mouth to snap back, but then he winced, hand going to his head, eyes squeezing shut for a second, and when they opened again, they were glassier, that weakness pulling at him, but underneath it, I knew the heat was building, making him restless. “This isn’t funny, Si-woo,” he said, his tone sharper now, angry, but with this edge of desperation that had my cock twitching in my pants. “You drugged me, you fucking psycho, what the hell is wrong with you?”

I laughed outright at that, pushing off the door and stepping closer, towering over him on the bed. “Psycho? Me? You’re the one who was talking about letting some other guy fuck you just to piss me off, remember? Like I’m supposed to sit there and take that shit?”

He tried to scoot back further, but the headboard stopped him, and he pushed at the air between us, like that would keep me away. “Don’t come closer, I’m serious, get out!”

But his hand shook, and his eyes dipped down to my chest for a split second, like he couldn’t help it, and I saw him swallow hard. “Aww, look at you, trying so hard to be mad,” I said, reaching down to grab his ankle, pulling him a little closer, and he kicked at me weakly, but it was half-hearted, his body betraying him already. “Let go!” he yelled, but it came out more like a whine, and he twisted away, rolling onto his side, curling up like he could hide from me, from what was happening.

But I wasn’t letting him off that easy, no way, I climbed onto the bed after him, grabbing his shoulder and flipping him back over, pinning him down lightly with my weight, not full on, just enough to feel him tense up.

“Hide all you want, but I can see it, Ye-jun, you’re burning up, aren’t you? That heat in your gut, making you ache?” He shoved at my chest, hard as he could in his weakened state, but it barely moved me, and his face twisted in frustration.

“Shut up, just shut the fuck up!” he spat, but then his hips shifted involuntarily, grinding up against my thigh, and he froze, eyes going wide in horror. “See? Your body’s honest even if you’re not,” I murmured, leaning down closer, my breath on his neck, and he turned his head away, biting his lip hard. “I’m not… this isn’t me, it’s whatever you gave me, you bastard,” he whispered, voice breaking a little, and damn if that didn’t tug at something sad in me, seeing him like this, fighting so hard but losing.

I pulled back a bit, giving him space, but not too much, and he took the chance to scramble off the bed, legs wobbly, almost falling, catching himself on the dresser. “I need to get out of here,” he muttered, heading for the door, but I was faster, blocking it, shaking my head with a grin.

“Nope, not happening, you’re staying right here with me.” He glared, trying the knob anyway, rattling it, but it was locked, and he pounded on the door once, weakly. “Let me out, Si-woo, please, I can’t… I feel weird, hot, it’s too much.” His voice cracked again, and he leaned against the door, sliding down a little, hand pressing to his cock like he was trying to will it away, but then he groaned softly, eyes fluttering shut, and before I knew it, his hand slipped inside his pants, stroking himself right there, desperate, like he couldn’t stop.

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