Joshua rolled over and blinked in the dim light. He stretched his arms and legs a little and jumped in shock when they brushed something warm. He was in bed, his bed, but not alone. He looked over to see the sleeping face of Seokmin nestled amongst a big pile of slate coloured pillows. His face was relaxed in the throes of deep sleep and he looked perfectly peaceful. His makeup was smudged under his eyes and his hair was wildly tousled and only on noticing his bare chest did Joshua panic. He lifted the the sheet and relaxed again when he saw they were both wearing underwear.

Kissing was one thing, that was another. He wasn’t going to take Seokmin’s innocence the way someone took his. With sweet empty words and unsubstantiated promises of love and romance. Promises forever unfulfilled.

The feint and blurry memories of last night came flooding back with a rush of pineapple soaked lips and gloriously soft hands. He remembered dancing with Seokmin, feeling way too warm from the proximity of their bodies and the influence of substances, he remembered losing his self control on the dance floor.

It didn’t mean anything, he told himself, it was just kissing. It was just another part of the deal. He’d make Seokmin’s night, kissing him in front of Soonyoung, showing the selfish brat what he was missing out on. He rubbed his eyes and wondered what Seokmin saw in the man. Sure, he was cute enough, and y in an arrogant way. But that was all he had going for him in Joshua eyes. He really thought Seokmin deserved someone kinder and more considerate. Someone who would see him as more than just his body or his looks.

“What am I going to do with you Lee Seokmin?” he whispered and frowned when the other man’s face twisted into a smirk. “You could get me some water hyung after getting me so wasted last night.”

“I’m not ready for this?” Seokmin groaned. He had a pair of Joshua’s sunglasses planted firmly on his face as they stood outside the coffee shop in what felt like blazing sunlight. “You need some breakfast,” Joshua said as he ushered the hungover man into the brightly lit café.

“I can’t take them off to read the menu,” Seokmin slumped against the table and whined like a baby. He’d been hungover before but beer hungover. Never pineapple vodka and weed hungover and he felt like he could throw up. “I’ll order for you,” Joshua crooned softly at him as he went to the counter with the laminated menus in hand. He leaned over and saw him instantly wander out from the back.