Super Camp: Part 2

Clingy

            I must have been feeling clingier than normal.  Perhaps because I wasn’t feeling well.  Usually, when Ryeowook’s hanging on me during concerts or other events, I resist the urge to touch him back.  I barely even look at him.  But this time I felt the need to.  Still, I knew better than to hold his hand.  I knew I shouldn’t take it that far.  And I have more self-control than that, but I wanted to show him that I needed him as much as he needed me.  Maybe more.  So I reached down and rubbed my hand against his.

Confusion

            When I felt Kyuhyun’s hand touch mine, I actually thought he was going to move my hand off of him at first.  In general, he’s the cautious one and I’m the one that takes things too far.  So I was kind of startled when he only touched my hand.  And I didn’t know what to do.  I became nervous.  If he suddenly spaced out and forgot where he was—if he began to hold my hand—I had to decide if I should stay or leave.  But he only kept it there a moment.  So I continued to hold him.

Tighter

            Ryeowook’s arms wrapped around me and his hips pressed against my .  Someone was feeling affectionate.  As I began to speak, I felt Ryeowook rub his nose against the back of my head, tickling me. 

            “Ryeowookie!” I exclaimed, grabbing onto his hand. 

            We were going to catch hell for this later and I didn’t have the energy for an argument with Jonghoon or any of the other managers then, so I was hoping that Leeteuk felt in the mood to intercede.  Ended up being Heechul.  Poor Jonghoon.  Regardless of the possible hell I’d catch, I held onto him tighter.

The Dangers of Cold Meds

            Kyuhyun is not the type to initiate affection in public.  On occasion, he’ll wrap an arm around me for a minute and walk around the stage with me, but that’s the extent of it.  So when he rested his arms on my shoulders from behind and stood there, his chest pressed against my back, I couldn’t stop from smiling.  This is usually how he acts with Siwon, not me.  (And Siwon didn’t looked pleased.)  But I knew not to let it go to my head.  He was drugged up on cold meds and felt like crap.  It makes him cuddly.

Hungry

            His looks good in those jeans.  They feel damn good pressed up against my crotch too, especially when he’s squirming around.  And he smells amazing.  Cucumber-melon, I think.  Or maybe I’m just hungry.  I don’t know.  I haven’t eaten much today.  All I know is that I’m thankful that I decided to wear the long t-shirt because I’m ridiculously hard right now and I need to figure out how to talk him into when we get home and not telling me that I’m too sick and making me go to bed.  , he’s so cute when he laughs.

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