Max's POV
"Aaaahhhhh" muffled scream escaped my lips as I bury my face on my pillow, my body in fetal position as I wiggle wildly on my bed, the memory of what I just said and did kept on replaying on my head.
"You are so idiot Max, Ugh!" I screamed in frustration, the look on Sky's shocked face flashing before me.
"No commitment, just cuddling and kissing, no sex, what nonsense did you just do?" I started ranting at myself as I now sit on my bed, my hands grabbing a fistful of my hair as I try to think of everything that just happened.
My mind can clearly remember how his mouth hung wide open at my words, perhaps it was amusement and disbelief showing on them.
"Those lips... From now on, they are only mine..." I whispered, my hands still clinging on him, his hooded eyes attentively staring lustfully over my almost swollen lips.
And then I felt it, the need to taste him even more.
And so I did.
I moved forward once again and claimed his lips.
Like earlier, he responded. But this time, I knew he was more eager than before as his hands skillfully wrapped around me, his head tilting as he try to gain more access over my mouth.
His lips, they taste heaven and I feel like I am on a cloud nine, floating.
Tasting him feels like losing myself over the ecstasy that he never fails to bring out in me.
He's just...
The best.
Once our lips parted, I almost groan in frustration. Addicted, that's how I am being right now but I don't seem to care and he doesn't say a word anyways.
So I decided to indulge myself over the best dessert I can ever had.
But before I can have another taste of my GUCCI, he pulled back a little, hooded eyes searching mine and for a moment, I was scared he'd push me away.
"Wait, Max..." he whispered, the sound of my name coming out of his lips send shivers through my spine. It's an amazing feeling that only he brings out in me.
"Hmmm?" I hummed, my eyes still on his lips and I watch as he makes a run with his tongue on his lower lip.
Shit.
"What are we?" his voice low but I recognize the hesitation laced on it.
Three-words....
One question....
But they were more than enough to wake me up from my trance.
My eyes caught his and I was at a loss for the right words.
What are we exactly?
"I-" I gulped, my mind getting dizzy over the sudden dilemma I am currently in. We kissed. And I like kissing him, but that doesn't mean we have to date.
"I can't date..." I whispered for me to hear but of course, he heard too.
Slowly, I felt his grip loosening on my body and our eyes met.
I wanted to explain but I don't know what are the right words should be.
I am on a dating ban and out of every one of us, I was the one who finds it hard to go against the norm, something I have been used to due to the strict training I had. Or maybe because during that time, they were a lot stricter and even though we already debuted, I am always the one who finds it difficult to break the rules.
When I was a trainee, I thought breaking rules is a sin. Before the girls came, my so-called friends started talking behind my back because I don't join them on their antics.
Once, I was walking d heard them talking about me.
The only consolation I had are the words I keep repeating to myself.
"I get it, I know but I won't say a thing and it's fine. I'm okay with what you guys are doing, no matter how it's starting to piss me off too. At least know I'm not faking it," I told to myself.
From that moment, I decided to stand my guard, until the others came.
For a moment, that's when everything dawns into me. I finally broke one. I kissed a guy, not once, not twice... But more...
But we're not dating. I tried easing myself.
"We can't date..." I repeated and I thought I saw pain flashing before his eyes but it was brief, maybe I didn't saw it correctly.
A smug smile tucked in the corner of his lips as he stares at me in disbelief. "So a kissing buddy, that's how you want us to be?" he asked and for some reason, his words struck something inside me. Painful shivers streaming down my body, I didn't even know it was possible.
Is that what I wanted? A simple relationship without any commitment?
"I get it. You don't date," he said, his lower lip tucked in between his teeth. I wasn't sure if he's angry or not but I feel like it.
"You own my lips now, I guess..." he whispered and I wanted to utter a word but I can't seem to find the right one.
His head turned back to my direction and the glint in his eyes tells me a lot more than what he had utter loudly. But I can't pacify the situation.
I know I messed up.
"Max, go inside. The girls are probably looking for you. And it's already late, the boys will soon search for me..." he whispered and I wanted to reach for him.
He was already smiling but why does it feel like it doesn't reach his eyes?
"Are you okay? Are we okay?" I can't help but ask.
It was a pathetic move I know but in my defense, he doesn't exactly tell me he likes me and at this time, I'm not even sure about my feelings for him.
He moved forward and pulled me for a hug.
"We are GUCCI. Stop worrying. I just needed to rest..." he whispered and my insides calmed down for a moment.
I almost forgot that he just came back from a flight.
And that's what happened. He insisted that I go back to our unit which I did but the memories of what happened is haunting me.
My eyes focused on the ceiling, the fast beating of my heart makes it hard for me to go to sleep.
And then I heard the sound of my phone beeping indicating that I just received a message.
And I know it's him because I just went ahead and used a personalized ring tone for him.
"I'm home GUCCI. Have a good sleep. Good night."
A groan escaped my mouth.
How is he so calm when here I am going crazy about everything?
Max, what situation do you just put yourself into?