ECSTATIC.
the feeling of overwhelming joy

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        "THIS NIGHT IS GON' BE STEAMY!", Jeno yelled as he popped open another beer bottle.

"Baby, chill~" Jaemin cooed, wrapping one arm on the latter's waist and resting his head on his shoulder. Renjun rolled his eyes and scoffed at the sight, and poked Jaemin's sides in annoyance.

"Nngh~ s-stop!" he yelped as his body flinched, while Jeno was startled.

" 'Baby?' Oh yeah let's see about that," Renjun snapped, glaring at the boy who continues flirting with Jeno. The older averted his gaze from Jaemin as the younger looked at him with sad puppy eyes.

"Come one baby Injunnie~ I didn't mean it~" Jaemin whispered softly and started poking Renjun's cheeks. The older couldn't but giggle at him and quickly forgave the younger, giving him a small smile which Jaemin returned.

        On the other side of the planet, Chenle, Jisung, and Donghyuck couldn't help but stare in disgust at this polyamorous scene. They weren't against it, it was just another textbook example of the effects of drinking too much alcohol, and man it was painful to watch.

        Jisung cleared his throat to catch the trio's attention. They all glanced at the younger, who was giving them an annoyed look. Jaemin smiled sheepishly, chuckling to break the tension. Luckily, Jisung quickly dismissed them and clapped his hands together. "So, shall we start?".

Donghyuck gulped at his dry throat, already tensing up by the second. However he quickly brushed it off, attempting to trust the boys despite that bad feeling within him. I mean, by the looks of it, they actually seemed more affectionate when drunk, in contrast to the stereotypical aggressive manner. That was actually a big relief.

"More than ready!" Chenle yelled as he cuddled Jisung's arm. The younger giggled and burried his head on the crook of Lele's neck, inhaling his sweet scent and the older feeling his hot breath against his skin.

"Ahem," Donghyuck faked a cough, looking at the two with lips pressed into a line mockingly. Jisung, coming to his senses, pulled away from Chenle and straightened his back. "Oh right, as I was saying," he started, pulling a random bottle from the floor and placing it in the middle. "We should put up some rules".

Jisung glanced at everyone with a smirk plastered on his face, eyes squinting to catch their attention. After asserting dominance within the six of them, he started explaining the rules. "Listen up," he started, eyeing the bottle and slowly panned to face the boys. "No pecks. No whining. Man up".

The atmosphere started getting tense, and the boys seemed serious yet oddly excited to play. However, Jisung wasn't done. "Also," he spoke, clicking his tongue. "The kiss should be 10 seconds minimum. Just make sure it's r-thirteen," he chuckled darkly. And for some stupid reason, Chenle was getting turned on with this dominant side of Jisung. The younger never showed it, and always acted soft around the older. But after seeing him in this assertiveness, it felt so different. It was like a new experience. Considering the fact that Jisung was no where drunk, because he's just seventeen and legally banned from drinking. Exploring a new side of Jisung? Well Chenle couldn't say 'no'.

After seeing everyone nod from his statement, the younger proceeded to start the game. "Well, I guess I'll go first," Jisung whispered, leaning towards the bottle to take a hold of it.

"Three," he said, getting ready to spin it.

"Two," his fingers started sweating madly.

"O-One," stumbling over his words, he spinned the bottle, accelerating as it moved clockwise, his eyes watching every move it made.

The bottle continued moving while Jisung was mumbling curse words in his head, immediately regretting suggesting this game. Fuck. Why do I have to be a dumbass?, he thought to himself as he sees the agonising sight of the bottle losing speed, moving against the wooden floor—

until it stopped.

in front of Chenle.

The older took around ten seconds before he could fully digest what was happening. The tip of the bottle was pointing towards him, silently threatening him as he gulped his dry throat. He turned his head to the right to see Jisung, already trying to ignore Chenle's gaze, but before he could walk away to the bathroom Lele held the boy's wrists lightly. "Hey, it's okay," Chenle whispered softly while he gazed at Jisung's sparkling orbs. The younger melted under his touch, his body softening, however his heart was no where from calming down.

"N-No way, I-I'm not going to be a-a bitch," Jisung stammered, his cheeks already flaring up in a shade of red. "Well, okay," Chenle smirked evilly at the latter, who was already regretting his decisions.

"Kiss me".

Chenle widened his eyes, taken aback by what had slipped off of his lips so relentlessly. He was, in no way, planning to act all so dominant.

But Jisung panicked.

It was an extremely nerve-wracking moment. But Jisung didn't want to be a bitch either. He started the game. Heck, he even made the rules. So he couldn't just run away from it.

It had to be done.

Reluctantly, Jisung leaned closer to Chenle. Their eyes met, and the younger immediately got lost in those glimmering pupils. Chenle stared the the younger, who was slowly inching closer. He couldn't help but stare at Jisung's features. His brown eyes were shimmering, slightly covered with his brown fringe. And his lips, so pink and plump. It was too good to imagine how those lips felt. It made Chenle's heart skip a beat. Jisung was such a perfect boy. It was even hard to describe him with words. There's no specific adjective to compare to him. And it was something Chenle loved.

        And as seconds pass by, the proximity of their faces slowly decreased, until Jisung closed the gap between them. He pressed his lips against Chenle's, their lips moving in sync as the younger tilts his head slightly. Chenle wraps his arms around Jisung's neck to deepen the kiss, while the latter puts his arms around the older's waist. And as if things couldn't get any better, Chenle slipped his tongue through Jisung's lips, coming in contact with the younger's wet tongue and caressing it softly. Jisung let out a soft moan as he presses his lips onto Chenle more, tasting the sweetness of the older's lips and feeling its tenderness.

        It was a blissful moment—every movement of their lips thrilled them to the max, absolutely loving each other's touch and company. Lust entailed each kiss as Chenle attacked Jisung's lips with his own, his arms trailing down to his waist and pressing his body on the younger's.

        After what seemed like a century, Jisung and Chenle pulled out of the kiss, panting heavily and their foreheads against each other. Their lips were quivering, red and swollen. "Shit," Jisung breathed out, slowly leaning back to his seat. Chenle's heart was beating a million times faster than normal, and his cheeks were blushing red. Butterflies were in his stomach and a tingling sensation grew inside of him.

        Jisung felt the same—cheeks red, heart fast, and a whole zoo in the pit of his stomach. The feeling was driving him insane. And both of them could agree that the kiss was surreal.

       They loved the kiss.

        And they'd love to do it again.

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