Friends (?)

 Friends. The title you bestowed unto the both of you, one that seems to flash in red every time his hands would brush against yours. His hugs are always warm and long, always lingering with your body. His eyes always starry in your presence and your laughter always surrounding the room because of him. It was painful to watch really, the way you would both deny being anything else platonic. Especially the jealousy flashing in both of your eyes as any stranger approach the other, oh the denial was high and could be unnoticed by untrained eyes but the territorial way you both claim each other was anything but. Your arm snaked with his as he rests his head against yours, or how he would wrap his arms around your waist to pull you closer to him while he engages with a battle of stares with the person making a move on you. You were both just like that, the dynamic was platonic and friendly. 

Nothing about the way his hands travel up your nape to hold your head still as he drowns you in his kisses was platonic. It was not a homie behavior to kneel before your naked pussy and whisper praises and degredation in the blanket of safety the night offers. Sure it was totally friendly the way your bodies collided and sinked into each other as you both sing in sync to the moon. It's such a bff move to hold you after every heated session and caress your body like it was glass, precious and careful. It was like a game you see, who would be the first to bridge the awkward denials of romance blooming between you both. Would it be you, the impatient stubborn one that kept insisting he saw you nothing more than a friend that gets immensely flustered whenever you catch him in the act of admiring you, almost lovingly? Or would it be Jaemin, the calmly chaotic and obviously infatuated one that only needs a little push before he brings out his fence building equipments?  

You should know however, although Jaemin is patient that there is a limit to how much he will tolerate and wait. Boundaries were bound to be crossed and rules were bound to be broken just like how friends would either remain as one, become more, or disappear from your life. It was evident when he snaps tho with is body tensing with his jaw clenched while his eyes that always used to remain just at you would never meet your figure until he moves into action, excusing you from the friendly conversation you were having with someone else, someone that was not him. 

"I need to talk to you. It's important" yeah, it was important because he was tired and sick of this hide and seek of feelings you were doing with him. He just wanted to wake up beside you, make your coffee just the way you like it, and not hide behind the shadows with you panicking in the morning to get away from him and erase any trace he left on you. He wants to love you more than a friend ever will, more than anybody can ever will. You never know, that night of his confrontation to you might be the last of him you'll ever see as you leave him in the dust with delusion and denial still clouding your senses and reasoning or you could be something more if you choose to let him in your heart where he can build a home. You never know, unless you tried right?