Flutter (1/2)

‘I’m glad I invited you over.’ I kept repeating to myself as I slowly scrambled around the bedroom, trying to see with what little light the rising sun cast through the thin curtains. Every so often, I’d glance over at the sleeping man in the over sized bed. It wasn’t over sized last night . . .

I smirked. He looked so beautiful, innocent.

My phone buzzed in my pocket for the millionth time. I flipped open my phone, aiming the screen away from Ji-Hoon so the light wouldn’t wake him. There was a long series of texts from Junho, mostly consisting of ‘where are you?’ and ‘text me when you’re on your way home’. I scrolled up to the newest one. I winced as I read it. ‘you DO remember about our 7am dance rehearsal, ne?’

SHIT!!!I kicked mentally kicked myself and looked at the clock on my phone. Oh . . . I have time. I finished getting my clothes on, tip toeing over to the bed and leaning over the sleeping Adonis with a whisper. “I’ll see you around, hyung.” I kissed his cheek and snuck my way out of his apartment.

By the time I got back to the dorm, it was still over an hour before rehearsal. Shower time. I nodded to myself, fiddling with the lock on the front door. The fuck is with this thing?! The door suddenly opened by some force other than me. I blinked at the raspy yell-whisper from behind the threshold.

“Do you have any idea what time it is?” Junho pulled me inside. “And you didn’t even text!” He pushed me shoulder, rather weakly, as he glared at me.

Who did he think he was, my mom? I pushed past him and made my way for the bathroom. All the lights in the dorm were off, so I navigated through the hallway damn near blind.  “Wait!” Junho whispered as I opened the bathroom door. I looked back and he eye smiled. “You have to tell me everything!”

I smirked. “After my shower.”

Half way into my shower, someone pounded on the door, bringing me out of my daze as I leaned against the wall, letting the water pour over my body and reminisced on last night’s events. “Suuuu!” Taec pounded on the door again. “Get yo ass outta there! I gotta take a piss.” Then it sounded like he was banging his head on the door, over and over and fucking over. I rubbed my temples with a deep sigh because our tiny dorm only had one bathroom. This would definitely cut into my frequent shower relaxation therapy time. All part of being a trainee, I guess . . .

I turned the water off and wrapped the towel around my waist, opening the door and blinking at the line of people standing in the hall. Wooyoung was behind Taec, Nichkhun leaned against the wall behind Wooyoung with his eyes closed, and then on the very end there was maknae. They all looked tired, except Chansung, of course. He perked up at the sight of me, like a creep, and gave a big smile. “Morning hyung!”

Taec pulled me out of the doorway before I could respond, closing the door behind him.

I went back to my room to get dressed, pulling on the new pair of practice clothes I scraped together just enough money to buy right before I moved in here. I laid down on my bed, fully dressed.

Yes, I was tired.

   Coffee. Coffee required me to get out of bed, which was just not possible.

An idea popped into my head and I reached into my pocket with what little strength I was willing to sacrifice, sending a quick text.   Not even five minutes later, Junho slipped through my bedroom door with a cup of steaming drink in his hand. Thank god for loving dongsaeng’s who care about their elders.“Good Junho, I’ll buy you japchae.” I reached for the coffee, propping myself up on my elbow as he sat down.

He snorted. “You know I only did this ‘cause you promised me gossip after your shower.”

“Yah! I didn’t promise.”

It was almost funny how defensive he got, standing up and giving me a ‘that is so not fair’ look. “You can’t just say you’ll do something and then not do it!”   I almost spit my coffee, laughing.

“You think that’s funny?” He snapped. “No one’s ever gonna take you seriously.”

“Junho,” I quieted him with the single word. “Sit down and I’ll tell you how my night went.” I smirked when he sat down as if his ass was a magnet to my bed.

He eyed me, expectantly.

“He cooked for me.”

Junho’s face lit up. “Omo, really?! Is he a good cook? What did he make? What does his kitchen look like?”

I blinked at the series of questions, shaking my head. “I didn’t see his kitchen . . . but the food was actually really good, he made hanjeongsik.” I smiled a little. “And we drank like, two bottles of champagne,” Junho’s mouth was in a perfect ‘o’ shape. “Expensive champagne.” I added, just to brag.

“Whoa . . . what does his place look like? I bet it’s nice!”

I nodded. “The carpet in the lobby is more expensive than the stuff in our dorm. And the inside his apartment is like . . . from a magazine.” I sipped more of the coffee, finally ready to wake up fully.

“So,” Junho looked over at Taec’s side of the room, eyes flashing back to me with a sly smirk. “Is he as good in bed as I’ve always imagined?”

That time I did spit my coffee, choking. “It was our first date! How can you just ask something like that?”

He wasn’t fooled. “Well for one, you’re now calling it a ‘date’ and you got home at six in the morning . . .” I blushed, only proving him right. “I know a walk of shame when I see one.”

I knew that the longer I didn’t say anything, the guiltier I would appear. Not that I wasn’t completely guilty, I was just afraid to be pegged as ‘that guy who sleeps with people he doesn’t know’. I looked over at Junho. “He’s phenomenal in bed.”

“I knew it!” He pushed my shoulder with a big smile. “I can’t believe this . . . how the hell does a brand new trainee bag Rain?”