Shared Spaces & Hidden Desires ? Seungcheol

17 - Possession

Each step he took was slow, deliberate. He walked forward, never breaking the kiss, until my back met the soft surface of my bed.

He hovered above me, gaze locked onto mine. Eyes filled with something deep, something raw.

Loving. Wanting. Devouring.

Seungcheol

She just came back—with him. His hands gripping hers. When it was supposed to be mine holding onto her.

The moment her eyes met mine, I heard rustling behind me. Fuck. Not now. Don't come out yet.

I reached behind, gripping the door handle, holding it firm to keep it shut. My focus stayed locked on her as she led him upstairs.

She's letting him into her space. The one place she never lets anyone in.

The handle jerked slightly against my palm. She was trying to come out. I clenched my grip tighter, not letting it budge. A few more seconds passed, and then she stopped trying.

I exhaled, not realizing I'd been holding my breath as I watched yn disappear behind her bedroom door with him.

My curiosity won over my pride. I stepped forward, releasing my door, no longer caring if she came out. My gaze drifted upward to her window.

And then I saw it.

His hands on her. His lips claiming hers. Her legs wrapped around him as he carried her toward the bed.

My chest burned. My stomach twisted.

I couldn't see anymore, but that short glimpse was enough. Enough to make me furious. Enough to make me jealous.

Because it wasn't me.

I turned back into my room, my movements stiff, my jaw tight. Yewon sat at the edge of the bed, smoothing out her skirt, her expression indifferent.

"Can I leave now?" she asked, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

And then...

A sound.

A moan.

Her moan.

"Oh yes!"

A loud thump followed. The sound of a bed frame hitting the wall.

"Fuck!"

The hairs on my neck stood. My whole body tensed.

Yewon exhaled a small laugh, standing up. "I guess it's her turn now."

She moved toward the door, but something in me snapped.

"Stay."

She turned back, amused. "Turned on again? Because I know I am. Thanks to her."

She didn't need another word. She slipped her thong down, letting it fall to the floor as she sank to her knees in front of me, her hands dragging down my pants.

She looked up, her eyes locked onto mine as she wrapped her lips around me.

I threw my head back, gripping the back of her head, pushing her down further.

Thump.

"Fuck yes!"

Thump.

My jaw clenched. My breathing ragged.

I could come undone just from listening to her moans alone.

"Yes! Please!"

My eyes snapped open. My grip tightened.

I grabbed Yewon by the hair, pulling her up, flipping her onto the bed.

She gasped as I shoved her skirt up and buried myself inside her.

Again. And again.

I clamped my hand over her mouth, silencing any sound before it could escape. Her muffled whimpers vibrated against my palm but I didn't ease up.

I didn't want yn to hear.

Didn't want her to hear me using someone else.

Didn't want her to know that, even as I fucked the girl beneath me, my mind was trapped elsewhere.

With her.

Yewon's nails dug into my forearm, her body writhing beneath me, but I didn't let up. I didn't give her the satisfaction of being heard. Every moan, every gasp—I drowned them whole.

Because I wasn't doing this for her.

I was doing it to drown out the sounds from upstairs. The desperate cries. The pleading. The headboard slamming against the wall in a brutal rhythm.

"Oh God, Seungjae!"

I slammed my eyes shut, my thrusts turning erratic, harder, as if I could fuck the jealousy out of me. As if I could erase the image of her under him, gripping his shoulders, screaming his name instead of mine.

Yewon's body trembled, and I could feel her getting close, but I wasn't paying attention. I couldn't.

I was too lost in the ghost of yn's touch. The way her breath had hitched under me earlier. The way her pulse had hammered beneath my fingertips.

And now, I could hear her giving all of that to someone else.

A deep growl rumbled in my chest, my grip tightening on Yewon's waist. I buried myself deeper, chasing an impossible high, one that wouldn't come because no matter how much I tried—it still wasn't her.

It would never be her.

But all I could hear was yn. All I could picture was her.

And fuck. I let it consume me all over again.