My One and Only

Plaisir

 Chang-ho was breaking into a cold sweat.

He was now alone with Haneul driving back to the hotel after the little commotion that took place at the party.

The latter didn't even spare him a glance from the moment they had come out and it was driving Chang-ho insane.

The tension was also almost palpable; he felt like there was a bomb ready to tick off at any moment and there was nothing he could do about it.

He figured he should apologise but then again, he didn't really do anything wrong... right?

He was also confused about the conversation that occurred back at the party.

The two had talked like they knew each other really well. But how? And why? We're the two actually related?

If so, why did they seem to despise themselves that much?

Usually people would be happy to have encountered family, right?

Well that was what Chang-ho thought; he was an orphan and knew none of his relatives so it was kind of natural for him to be so naive and oblivious to the resentment two people born of one same parent could have for each other .

Chang-ho was nibbling at his lips, deep in his thoughts that he barely noticed the car coming to a halt .

Blinking his eyes slowly he made out Haneul's silhouette walking towards the big porch.

In shock he sped out, fumbling with his seat belt to catch up with the older.

Chang-ho mentally scolded himself he had become really careless since the start of this trip; not to talk about how he had turned extremely sentimental and had gone out of his mind by actually thinking the prince could be a decent human.

Chang-ho had gone through so many changes in such little time and he did not like it.

You could say he had managed to find confidence and get rid of his shyness through his conversations with Daichi but then again that had proved to be an act of boldness which he was not supposed to have mustered , given as he was now in trouble for the second time in a row.

Talking about trouble ,Chang-ho was now standing in the middle of his well...Haneul's room. With the other facing the door.

Chang-ho stared in horror as the other locked the door putting the key in his overly ripped jeans.

'f**k I'm so screwed ' he thought to himself.

As if knowing what he was thinking Haneul turned and faced him with his face showing no emotion.

They stayed put in the same position for a couple of minutes, just staring at each other trying to figure out what the other was thinking.

Well more like Haneul,Chang-ho was just praying to all the deities he knew that he'd make it out alive from whatever the older was intending to do to him.

Chang-ho visibly flinched when Haneul took a step forward making him consequently take a step backwards to his original position.

Haneul raised an eyebrow giving him a look that Chang-ho couldn't decipher.

Haneul finally took two more steps forwards whilst Chang-ho willed himself not to move a muscle.

He closed his eyes thinking he was about to get slapped or something but all he could hear was the others warm breath fanning over his face.

'Oh god'

" Chang-ho.." said Haneul in a very raspy tone "look at me " he ordered gently.

Chang-ho refused to open his eyes; all he thought was 'hell nah I'm not going to fall for this'

He was resolute not to open his eyes because he knew that if he did, he'd probably do something stupid like kiss the prince and he was not about to lose his life over his teenage hormones. Just a second ago he was all scared, ready to piss himself but here he was really turned on, with images of him being punished in the sweetest of ways flooding in his head.

'I've got some serious problems' he thought to himself ,still not willing to open his eyes.

But it didn't take long for him to open his eyes wide open as he let out a gasp when he felt a pair of soft lips on his necks as warm hands caressed his skin.

Chang-ho's brain was now on overload; he literally couldn't process what was going on.

What he could feel was the warm feeling growing at his stomach as the other traced his tongue over his pulsing vein sucking and biting all over his smooth, pale skin just like a wolf trying to mark his territory.

Chang-ho couldn't contain the pleasure that was bubbling inside of him, so he put his arms around the older pushing himself onto his body trying to get rid of that distance which seemed so overwhelmingly big.

Chang-ho was too deep in his pleasure that he tried to reach for the others lips to lock in a passionate kiss but that seemed to have been a mistake

As soon as he did that, he was pushed off forcefully to the ground with brown orbs glaring at him with so much hatred in his eyes.

Chang-ho was so confused and disoriented that he couldn't even notice the strong leg swinging directly at him .

The last thing Chang-ho could remember was an utter feeling of pain, before everything went black.