Mushik.

Chapter nine.

They just have to go coz they don't hold back; you've got a new horizon. | whatwhat? what? what?

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Baekhyun’s POV

“She did what—“

“Yeah.”

“You’ve got to be—“

“Nope.”

The whole dance studio, or maybe even SM building shook with laughter and I felt like hiding under the first rock that I spotted. What the hell, actually. It wasn’t cool to laugh at your bandmate, dammit! Especially at the main vocal.

Okay, one of main vocals but still.

“Can you just, I don’t know,” I growled, hiding my face in my palms. “SHUT THE HELL UP?!”

“B-but, Baek hyung.” Sehun choked on his own spit, clearing his throat fast, trying to suppress his laughter. “I never knew you were such a bad kisser that girls would puke just after a second!”

“I didn’t kiss her!”

“Yes, yes you did!” Suho hyung laughed louder, shaking head in amusement. “Oh god, my Baekie is starting to man up a little bit.”

I blushed bright shade of red at the remark, opening my mouth to say something back but the only thing I could manage was a loud squeal:

“She was the one kissing me, god dammit!”

“It’s the same, you know.” Kai joined in, making me cringe and give him the coldest glare I could manage to pull off. “Lip locking, lip pressing, tongue fighting, nibbling, biting – it happened, no matter if you were the one initiating it or not.”

I felt like fainting at that point.

“First of all, none of that happened!” Maybe except the lip-locking and lip-pressing. “So no, it’s not!”

“Yes.”

“No!”

“Yes, yes it is.”

“She forced herself upon me!”

“And then puked?”

“SHUT THE HELL UP, KIM JONGIN!”

I breathed heavily, shaking head in disappointment as I stood up, making my way to the door. “I’m going to go get some water. And then eat. Do not disturb me.” I looked each member in the eyes, making most of them cringe as I flipped my fringe.

“Ooooh, diva Baek is awaken.” Sehun whispered mockingly, pretending to shudder but a smirk curving his lips ruined the effect. I only sighed, facepalming and rose my gaze up, cursing silently under my breath.

“I heard that, Oh Sehun.”

“Glad you did.”

To the person who said that maknaes are cute – burn in hell for being so utterly stupid.

Heeyoung’s POV

He was definitely shirtless.

Oh heck yeah he was.

A loud whine escaped my lips as my back hit the hard wall, his lips pressing against different places on my body, starting with forehead, though cheeks and neck, finishing with a small yet pleasurable bite on of my collarbones; his fingers roaming all over bare skin of my arms a second after my shirt was ripped off, the buttons rolling on the floor soundlessly.

A loud squeal escaped my lips as he grabbed my wrists out of sudden, pressing them against the wall just above my head for a second before letting go to grip onto my waist.

“God.” I whimpered quietly, tangling fingers in his brown locks and tossing my head back in utter delight as he managed to find all the spots that made me go crazy. I shuddered quietly. If this was so good right now--

“I go by Baekhyun, though.” I suddenly heard his voice and he lifted his eyes to lock them with mine, a sly smirk curving his plump and oh-so-desirable lips that were now slightly swollen and cherry-like, his eyebrow raising slightly as I felt blush creeping over my cheeks, which he obviously saw.

“Whaaa---“

He didn’t let me finish the question though, pressing a finger against my lips as if to shush me. I looked at him, all flustered and obviously troubled, my lips trembling as I blinked rapidly.

“And now you should wake up before the things go too fa---“

“JUNG HEEYOUNG! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?”

Oh my god. What the heck just---

I shot up from my laying position, hugging a pillow tightly against my chest with pant after pant escaping my swollen lips. I felt some liquid on the side of my jaw and cringed, squealing as I wiped it off, noticing it was---

“Jesus Christ. You looked so damn disgusting. Can’t you stop drooling when you sleep, dammit?”

“Shut the hell up, no one asked you for your opinion.” I grumbled at Seyong’s I-go-by-the--though words and sighed, blinking rapidly at the memory of—

“What the hell just happened.”

“I don’t know actually, but you looked like you could hump this damn pillow the second before I woke you up.”

Oh really.

I suddenly scrunched my nose in distaste and winced as I sat up, rubbing my temples with a pained expression written all over my face. Hangover.

Just great. Just. Damn. Great.

“Well, it’s okay though.” Seyong shrugged, continuing with a sly smirk spreading over her pretty face. “At least the pillow wants you.”

Oh how I wish this pillow could turn into a rock so I could just throw it at her.

“Shut up. And get out of my room before I threw you out the door myself.” I growled, standing up with a cold look flashing in my eyes. Every smart creature would just back off and offer me some ice cream, but no, this witch was smarter than that obviously. Seyong smirked even wider, shrugging as she took a step towards me.

“And who you are to tell me what to do?” Her laugh filled the room, making me cringe the second after. God dammit. Did everything about her have to be so perfect?

“Jung Heeyoung, as if you hadn’t noticed yet.” I exclaimed with a roll of my eyes, making her squint. It was better to act this way, taming the part of me that wanted to take first thing that came under my hands and smash it over her head.

“What? Are you mad because I got laid yesterday?” She sang-sung, grinning even wider at my shocked expression.

“What are you---“

I suddenly remembered everything.

Baekhyun.

Kiss.

Seyong dragging him to the restroom.

Kai dragging me to the car.

Baekhyun’s lips on--- then---

“Oh holy .” I gasped quietly, clutching a hand over my chest as my eyes widened slightly. “Don’t tell me—“

“Oh yes.” She continued, probably thinking that I was still talking to her but my mind drifted away as memories from last night flowed through the open window of my brain, almost making me fall down back on my bed. “And I must tell, it was freaking amazing.”

“Oh holy .” I gasped once again, gripping my hair and pulled on it, looking around with shock painted all over my face.

This couldn’t be true.

This couldn’t be true.

This couldn’t be true.

This couldn’t be true.

“This can’t be true.” I whispered as the sudden fear washed over my body.

“But oh yeah, it is.” She laughed once again, probably