[M] Filling in the Blanks (1/1)

"Last night..." he sighed, "I caught you after you fainted from those shots."I sat silently, preparing myself for the worst."Then, as I was carrying you back to the dorm, you regained consciousness and didn't want to be carried-- even though I insisted-- so I put you down. We walked around campus so that you could just get some fresh air. We didn't really talk, but you were acting kind of crazy." He smiled to himself, "You were singing and dancing around in the middle of the road.""Oh god..""It was cute; I enjoyed watching."I smiled a little."Then you tripped and fell... I went to help you up, but you didn't want to sit up, so I just decided to join you in the middle of the street-- we definitely could have been run over by a car last night.." He stopped, reminiscing the moment."And then..?""We talked... kind of.""About...?""Us. I mean.. I talked about us.. you were a little too incapacitated to say anything." He stopped again. "Do you mind re-telling me what you said?" I tilted my head and reached my hand to his shoulder, trying to be a little less pushy and comforting."Well. I think you remember the main point of my speech."'I still like you' The sentence repeated itself as if mocking me, telling me that there was no way out of this."Yeah..." I said quietly."Well then there's not much else to tell you. Plus, I'm sure you've been aware for a while... last night was just... me trying to get my feelings out.""I see." I wasn't sure how to reply.We sat silently gazing over the reds, greens and yellows scattered about around us. The fall scenery was gorgeous."So... is there anything you're not telling me?"He shook his head, "No. That's all of it.""So what, I just passed out after that and you took my back to your dorm?"He nodded, "And then you woke up and took a shower by yourself and then went to bed.""I see...""You sound skeptical."I shook my head, "No, not at all. I'm just trying to remember all of that.""Don't, you'll just get frustrated. It's all a part of getting wasted, you want to forget.""I guess." I shrugged.A gust of wind blew by, my hair twisted around in the air and covered my face. Before I could do anything to push it out of my face, Chansung was already sweeping my hair out of my face, gently brushing his hands against my face. His soft gaze was set on my lips, then to my eyes.I felt my face growing hotter.Smililng to himself after seeing me blush, he put his arm around me. We looked over the valley, the beautiful scenery.I leaned back against his chest.That's when it hit me. The memories of last night began to appear in my mind once again, like a movie. Laying on his bed, I regained consciousness. Nothing made sense, but I just wanted to be clean. Seeing him sit on his chair, doing his homework, I grumbled to get his attention.He turned to look at me. Chuckling, he said, "You're awake, now?""Mmmm." I said, still laying on his bed."It's two in the morning, you can keep sleeping," he said."Shower," I mumbled."Ah, right. I thought you might want to get some of that frat boy sweat off of you," he smiled, getting up from his chair. "Here, Nicole said she forgot to bring you sleeping clothes, right?"I nodded.He pulled out some sleeping clothes and laid them next to me on the bed."Do you need help getting up?"I shook my head, acting childishly."Alright; if you need help though, I'll call a friend-- a girl-- to help you shower."I nodded. "It's okay."I stumbled out of bed, walking in zig zags to the shower. After shampooing my hair and washing my body, I stood in the steaming shower, thinking. Or maybe "thinking" isn't the right word. I still wasn't in the right state of mind. I started to think uncontrolable thoughts about Chansung. What ifs, and maybes.What exactly was going on through my mind, I cannot tell you... because I'm not quite sure myself."Chansung?" I called, still standing under the rush of hot water."Yeah?" He called back from the room."Can you help me with something?""Sure, what?""Come in first.""... Are you clothed?""No, but I'm in the shower""Uh.. okay...."He creaked open the door and stepped in."Is everything okay?"I grabbed a towel off the rack and wrapped it around my body before i stepped out of the shower. "Yeah, I was just..."He stood there, anticipating my next words.But they never came, because before I knew it I was kissing him passionately. I wrapped my arms around his waist, as he slowly gave into his true feelings and not his conscious thoughts. Soon, he was caressing my back and holding me closer to his body. His every touch made me yearn for the next; his kisses were emotional and erotic, both at the same time.He nibbled and sucked on my lips, massaging my tongue with his. His hands explored their way up to the back of my head, gently pressing my face harder into his. I moaned.Then, one by one, the clothes that he was wearing came off as well, and we were in the shower together, still kissing passionately, holding each other as tightly as possible.His skin against mine; the water gently beating down against our bodies."Do what you will," I groaned as he caressed senstive areas.We were both panting between kisses, trying not to break off kisses for too long.He ran his hands down to my waist, massaging my skin with his thumbs. i could feel his hot breaths as he kissed my neck.Once I got the hint, he pulled me up so that both my legs were wrapped around his waist; he entered.Thrust after thrust, my body temperature continually rose. Taking in every motion, I clenched his hair, now soaked by the running water. Moaning with every action, I knew it was going to happen soon."Ch-Chansung," I panted.He kept going.In the mere moments before we both came, he pulled out, and as we did, the volume soared through the roof.Someone must have heard us, but who cared. i didn't. He didn't. It seemed as if for those moments that he was all I cared about; vice versa.He held me against his body as we stood under the water, silently. My head leaned against his shoulder as we held each other.That's probably when I lost consciousness again because I really could not remember anymore. I sat up straight, turning to look at Chansung. Should I let him know that I know? or would it be better to just forget?There was a jolt of horror that struck me.Why am I so dumb?!What am I going to do about Taecyeon, now?!"What's wrong?" He asked calmly."I... uh.."He tilted his head, waiting for the rest of my sentence."I remember...."He winced.I let out a sigh."We can just act like it never happened," he paused, "Aftter you fell asleep last night, i decided that by myself. It's for the better if we just erase it from our memories."I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out.He put on a smile, but his eyes still looked so sad."Stop smiling, Chansung; I know you're hurt, and it's all my fault."He took my hands."It would be easier to just forget what happened-- easier for me, but not for you." i squeezed his hands, "I'm sorry. I don't know what to do. It seems, no matter what I choose someone I care about is going to be hurt."He withdrew one of his hands and stroked my hair, sweeping a lock of hair behind my ear."I really did think that you stopped liking me this summer, though." I looked at him with concern, "I mean...""There is no resolution to this problem, Tiffany. Don't you see? I'm only making it more complicated for you. If you take me out of the equation, then your relationship with Taecyeon would be in tact and everything will be fine.""But the same goes for him. If we took Taecyeon out of the equation, you and I would be happy together. That isn't to say I don't love him, but that took time to develop too." I sighed, "All I'm saying is that I feel like a jerk for throwing you under the bus.""History is repeats itself," he said, "you're going to choose someone and someone else is going to be hurt. I thought that it would be easy to get over the hurt, and in some ways I am, but in other ways, I'm still hung up over you."I sighed, "What do we do then? I mean.. what do I do?""Right now? Just sit with me and hang out. Forget what happened," he said, reclining back against the back rest of the bench.I looked at him worriedly.He gave me a reassuring look, nodding his head towards the back of the bench.Leaning back, I rested my head on his shoulder once again, still unable to forget the memory of last night.And, in many ways, I didn't want to.-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------lol. no one has commented after I posted Chapter 2, but I still decided to go and put up number 3^___^I hope you're enjoying this fic so far. (enjoying to the point where you're inclined to write a comment or subscribe kekeke)anyhow, I'll post again soon.love,

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