@⁰⁴ doyoung k. Feeling herself sober from the consumption of alcohol, she nodded slightly as the hues of her cheeks formed pink from the embarrassment running down to the pit of her stomach, while avoiding his gaze at the same time by staring down at her hands folded together in her lap. "Yeah, I'm okay." Her voice was soft, and silent before turning away to exhale out a sigh. "We should get back to the party." Turning her head to glance at the lad briefly, she stood up from her bed and adjusted the wrinkles of her dress, as she headed to the door first, exiting together from her room.
@⁰⁴ jisoo k. He's typically quite observant, and luckily this trait of his isn't convoluted by the amount of alcohol he's consumed thus far—his eyes don't miss the faintest ghost of a smile which dances across her tiers, roseate and slightly swollen from the amount of kissing they've done. His hand which had been brushing her cheek gently now reaches upward to brush the fallen obsidian strands from her visage, instead tucking the hair behind her ear with the slightest smile. "You alright?" Doyoung asks mindfully, thoughts coming down from the state they had been only moments before, clouded by lust which now simmers in the pit of his stomach. A quick look at her shows him how shaken she appears to be, but thankfully her figure has relaxed the slightest. Eyebrows furrowing gently, he adds, "It's okay, really. Don't worry about me."
@⁰⁴ doyoung k. Her hesitation draws from the voices and thoughts dwelled in her mind, ones that reminded her of the promises she made to herself and though she was quite thankful of it, she feels slightly disappointed, given the fact that there was someone she could /somewhat/ be intimate with. Besides, for the first in a very long time, it had given her the rush of excitement but as the adrenaline of the alcohol fades away, she returns back to reality as her gaze focuses on his face instead of his lips, her vision suddenly becoming clearer than before. As she felt the warmth of his hand caressing her cheek, and the softness of his lips pressed against hers, she felt a surge of guilt flowing down to her stomach, guilty of how far they had gone. Yet, when has she never disappointed the people who walked into her life? "Okay..." She replies, feeling comfort from his soothing voice as the corner of her lips tug up into a faint smile.
@⁰⁴ jisoo k. It seems that there's nothing to stop either of them from relenting into their visceral desires, ones which Doyoung has attempted to swallow beneath his workload, the green light on alert for the both of them. She's addicting, each kiss leaving his searing soul desiring for more; her kisses are sweet, though whether this is owed to the alcohol that floods his system or her saccharine existence, it's unsure. His hands brush up her skin, lithe digits hardly tracing her warm skin before there's another hand on his. He opens his eyes, chest heaving slightly against hers, the man finding himself slightly out of breath from the intensity of their meeting. Openmouthed does he begin to catch his breath, oxygen finding its way into his lungs again, cleansing his veins of her. "O-Oh," he starts, eyes flickering down before looking back at her. It dawns on him then—is she? No. Possibly? That would explain her hesitation.
He tries (perhaps dejectedly) to hide the disappointment on his face, but ever respectful, he nods. That's right, he thinks, no use trying to delude himself into thinking that he could let go for just one night. "That's okay," he says, lips attempting a slight smile. Quickly does he remove his hand from where it had been resting upon her thigh to brush her cheek instead, nodding. "That's okay," he repeats again. His gaze trembles upon her visage for a moment before he leans in, pressing a chaste kiss to her lips. It's quick and innocent, meant to comfort. It's okay, the kiss is supposed to say. "Don't... don't apologize."
@⁰⁴ doyoung k. For the first time in forever, she would've never thought of finding herself alone in bed with a man, and the thought of it excites her, feeling her heart pounding in her chest along with the bass of the music played through the seemingly thin walls. And not to mention, his mere touch felt much more intoxicating than anything she drank from the party tonight. Heck, anything she's ever drank in her entire life as she tried to suppress herself from giving in too much, especially with the adrenaline of the alcohol rushing through her veins, and the lustful thoughts clouding inside of her head, because how could she resist the male hovering on top of her? Moving her hand to the back of his head, she deepened the kiss before letting out a breathy gasp from the moment she felt his fingers brushing against her skin, leaving her craving for more. Yet, a tiny voice inside of her tells her to stop and that this was not how she would've expected her first time to go at all. Hence, she broke apart from him and placed his hand on top of his, refraining him from going further. "I- I'm so sorry it led up to this. I just don't think I'm ready actually."
@⁰⁴ jisoo k. Why not, she asks. Doyoung often finds himself asking the same question in the depths of his mind, though there is always something to inhibit his desires, whether it be romantically, emotionally, or socially. Tonight though, the question isn't stopping him; it encourages him. Why not give into his desires once? It was okay to be selfish, self-indulgent for once in his goddamned life. "Perfect," he mumbles against her skin. All qualms and hesitations are quelled as she gives him the green light, a simper playing on his tiers before he dilutes it by ling on the milky pallor of her skin between her jaw and neck. He pulls away momentarily to discard his shirt from the broadness of his chest, throwing it off to who knows where. She draws him up to place another searing kiss on his lips once more, and he can't help but give into her, feeling the heat of her body on his and the bass of the music through the walls in his bones. Slowly, his lithe digits begin to work at the hem of her dress, fingers making their way up the fabric to the skin of her upper thighs, where he had tried to respectfully avoid.
@⁰⁴ doyoung k. It was true when they say alcohol turns you into a completely different person, switching off the best parts of your brains and leaving the fool out of you run the show of your life. On top of that, she would've never expected herself to be intoxicated in bed with someone she hardly ever knew, other than being part of the student council together. Although in the back of her mind she knew it was wrong, somehow it felt good to do something out of her comfort zone (usually in her sober state) for once, considering the image she had always put up around her peers. In other words, she couldn't help herself but melt into his soft lips, allowing his hands to explore freely on her body before gasping faintly from trail of kisses on her neck, each one sending electrifying signals beneath her skin. "Yeah, why not?" She replied carelessly, cheeks flushed from the adrenaline of the alcohol flooding through her system. Yet, she wondered too when she was going to wake up from it as she makes her way to meet his lips once again.
He /really/ doesn't know what he's doing. Physicality has always been that way for Doyoung; his body moves on his own accord, inhibitions thrown to the wind. Even more when alcohol is involved. And right now, the amount of liquor and soda running through his veins is more than enough to cause some dauntless recklessness. His lips are still on Jisoo's, his frame between her legs on the bed while his hands run up and down the sides of her curved figure. No, he really doesn't know what he's doing here, and why he's kissing someone he only knows through professional activities in student council. All he knows is that he's been tied up for too long and this feels... good. Swollen lips detaching from her tiers to instead press light kisses along her jaw and neck, he mumbles against her skin, "Are you sure?"
