I've been watching him...closely.

To close.

I watched the way he moves, the way he smiles, the way he looks at me. Is it me....or is it him.

I can't tell anymore.

Who started this. Who was leading whom?

Maybe it was me who kissed him first. Maybe it was him who kissed me.

Was I chasing or being chased?

Should I ask him?

No.

What if I'm chasing? He would surely think me incompetent. But aren't I.....

I've forgotten my role in this cat and mouse game. I've forgotten why, and how it started.

Was it boredom?

Lust?

Maybe....

Love?

It can't be?.........Right?

Did it start with boredom, than turn to lust? Was my desire for lust turned to love, when boredom and lust could not fill me? Did he become that much to me?

If I love him.......does he love me?

I can't tell.

Should I ask, but.....but what if...

What if he doesn't feel the same?

What if, its one-sided? If so, do I give him up and move on?

But I can't, I love him.

I want him as my own.

I want his smiles, his laughs, his pains, his tears, his goods, his bads. His hopes and dreams, his wants and want nots. I want his all.

His all, mind, body and soul.

"Chanyeol?"

"Yes?"

"You shouldn't."

"But I want too?"

Luhan sighs, pushing away from the younger male. "But you...." Luhan stops in mid-sentence. "Wouldn't you rather do this with Kris?". Chanyeol sits back on his hunches, questioning why he would ask such a thing.

"Lu-...."

"We should stop doing this."

"But Luhan?"

"No, we should stop." Luhan’s tone of voice is annoyed and stressed. The fight in him to continue such a empty and tedious game tiring him mentally and physically. "I don't want to play anymore." He voice heavy with pained guilt.

Chanyeol stares at Luhan, his reply siting stuck in the back of his throat, suffocating him with a deadly intention. Wrong consequences, finally coming to play in their game of seduction.

Chanyeol's gaped mouth closes, words deciding to say placed on his tongue. He nods, removing himself from Luhan's lap. Finding his shirt and puts it back on. The pair sat quiet, never anticipating how to end it. Chanyeol looks at Luhan, who sat with his face turned away. His presence distant and cold.

"You should leave," Luhan tells him. Making sure not to show any sign of his real emotions. Keeping his eyes away from the others. Fearing his expression would not reflect how he himself actually felt inside.

Luhan could hear the sheets ruffle, as Chanyeol removes himself from bed. The light noise loud in the dead silent room, stabbing him in the chest over and over again. All there's left is the soft padding of Chanyeol’s feet to hit the fall, and the door to open and shut to deliver the final blow. Which comes much too soon.

A shaky breath breaks free from his lungs, and his tears finally fall. The salty liquid quickly blur his vision, and stain his flush red cheeks. Rolling off his face and down his neck. Wetting his dark colored tee. The overflow pouring out to quick for his hands to catch.

"....If you act this way, how can we end it now." The sudden sound of Chanyeol's voice comes. The latter appearing before him. Never leaving the room, briefly hiding in its shadows. Chanyeol made his way back to the frantic male. Catching his tears he missed. "Hyung, I want to continue. I......I love you to much to stop now."

Luhan can only nod his head and let Chanyeol swoop him up in his arms.

Their game wasn't over, but played on the same ground with a different set of rules.