FORGET

Jinwoo's POV

Something was vibrating. G-Dragon's Michigo was playing rather loudly too. The same song has kept on playing for a while now; it has become quite annoying.

It's like that time when Mino kept his phone ringing because a stalker was calling him. The phone just kept on ringing and ringing until his battery went dead. Everyone was so  annoyed that time. I chuckled at the memory.

Wait! Ringing?!

My eyes suddenly opened. I realized it was my phone and someone has been calling. I quickly searched for it.

"Hello?" I answered. "Yah hyung! Where are you?!" I heard Seungyoon scream from the other line. Huh? "Wha-? What are you talking about?" I asked him. My mind was in a haze.

"You messaged us you weren't coming home. It's almost noon now! Where the heck are you?!" he shrieked. I cringed from his angry voice.

I slept out?

I scratched my eyes then looked around. I then realized I wasn't at our dorm and was at an unfamiliar place.

"Where am I?" I mumbled. "Yeah, I'd like to know too hyung." Seungyoon huffed.

He's really mad. He's my roommate after all and we're responsible for each other. I bet my call log have hundreds of calls from Seungyoon and if I hadn't answered my phone, he'd be organizing a search party to find me.

I internally chuckled. Get your head straight, Kim Jinwoo!

I looked around again and saw my clothes scattered on the floor. What the? A gasp suddenly escaped my lips. "Omo!" I exclaimed.

"Hyung! Why? Did something happen? Are you okay? Hyung! Hyung! Hyung..." Seungyoon asked worriedly. My throat went dry. I knew Seungyoon was still talking to me but his voice was drowned by the waves of memories coming back to me.

Last night.... I remember! The club, the dancing, the girls, the alcohol, the cross tattoo...

"Kwon Jiyong," I breathed.

My eyes fluttered closed. I remember his soft skin against mine, his lean body beneath mine, and his moans overlapping with mine. I remember his needy hands busily feeling every inch of my body, and his hungry mouth kissing my every sensitive spot.

But I remember most of all were his eyes. The way they looked at me while I was taking him... They were seriously captivating!

Lovely orbs filled with desire, and want, and need. Yet at the same time they were empty. His eyes looked so deep and endless, it was like looking