Mistake or not?

Norman

visited Jeromy's house only once in his life. That too for a group project. Jeromy

was neither a close or a distance friend of Norman. There was something mutual

in their friendship but they never shared too much of their personal life.

Now standing

in front of Jeromy's big old house Norman reminisces a lot of old memories he

shared with Jeromy. Most memories were about Jeromy teasing Norman for his height

or princess behaviour. But nevertheless Jeromy kept him company when not a fly would

talk to him after Saffran ditched him. Thinking about Saffran he wonders if

Jeromy invited him too to his party. If so then meeting him will be awkward and

old wounds open up with no self respect.

"Let's go."

Raven holds his hand and walks into the house. The house was mildly decorated

with fairy lights even though the teenagers only cared about dancing and

f*cking. It's confusing as why Jeromy threw a party this big months before

their graduation but seeing the amount of people Norman thought he just wanted

a last memory of everyone together. But no one is really interested in making memory

as Norman can see them grinding their bodies drunk on each other.

Norman

sighs. Parties are not really his thing. He quickly goes over to the drinking

counter and grabs two cups for him and Raven. A lot of girls are tugging Raven

to dance with them, subtly indicating a hot steamy night which almost made

Norman puke.

He can see almost

every players of their school. While observing the hall like a hawk Norman's

eyes lands on one particular pretty boy he was head over heels for in the last

few months. Norman chokes on his drink as he looks at Saffran with wide eyes,

Saffran was too looking at him but with more gentleness that Norman can't

remember he had it in them before. It's been weeks since Saffran last sat with

him in the cafeteria as Norman and his friends clearly indicated that he is not

welcomed on their table so he stopped coming to the cafeteria all together.

Even though they have some classes together, Norman avoids him as much as he

can and Saffran too lost his self confidence in each passing days.

"R-Rave...let's

go ho-" "Hey." Alex eyes Raven from a hand distance which makes slightly drunk

Raven squint his eyes at him. Alex wore a button down navy blue shirt with his

sleeves rolled up which hugged his sculptured body elegantly, black tight jeans

which made his thick thighs look prominent. Norman too has a blush on his face

seeing Alex, he is practically glowing. Even Raven is eyeing him up and down.

Alex gelled his slightly long hair back a little which brings a mature look on

his face except the smirk. "Like what you see?" Alex tries to come close to

Raven but the latter boy stops him by holding one hand up to his chest. Norman doesn't

miss the scene of Raven slightly rubbing his middle finger on Alex's pale skin

above his shirt's first button. Norman heavily blushes feeling uncomfortable.

"People will see." Raven sternly says despite keeping his hand still on his

chest. Alex raises a brow enjoying the foreign feeling on his skin which

somehow brought a spark in his body.

"Really? For

someone so concerned about people you really keep your hand leeched on my

body." Alex chuckles holding the hand on his chest and gently removes it. "Mind

if i take him for a bit?" Alex politely asks Norman who is still blushing watching

their interactions. Norman just nods. "I don' wanna go." Raven rolls his eyes which subtly

indicates alcohol is taking coltrol of his system. Alex doesn't ask him again as he

forcefully but gently takes him to dance in the middle of the hall.

Norman again

looks at the direction where Saffran was standing. He is not there anymore and

Norman looks frantically around the hall in search of his-a certain

pretty boy. Seeing him nowhere Norman sighs in frustration, also enraged as why

he keeps on looking for him when he is trying so hard to move on. Norman takes

cups after cups of alcohol and when his head starts to buzz a little he exits

the hall and goes outside.

A familiar

face surprises him and it's of Taesung. He didn't heard from Taesung about

coming to the party. He sees him playing catch in the pool with a huge ball

with Bryce wearing full black tight clothes. A lot of people are in the pool playing

around them, some are even f*cking in the water. There are music speakers in

the outside too so people are dancing here also. He giggles watching the big

smile on Taesung's face as he splashes water at Bryce before a hand grabs his

shoulder and he looks back. The surrounding looks a little blur because of

alcohol but he can clearly make out Saffran's face. Norman gasps and quickly removes

his hand from his shoulder which instantly turns off the slight gleam on Saffran's

face.

"You...."

Saffran observes his face with genuine attention and Norman can't help but

blush. 'What's wrong with me?!' Norman face palms in his head. He decides to

walk away from the pretty boy before he falls more into his submission but Saffran

stops him with a soft call.

"Norm."

Norman's whole world instantly stops at the desperate voice, heart painfully

clenches with an erratic beat as he looks back at the sadly smiling face

Saffran is showing. That smile was bright as sunlight when Norman used to hang

out with him. Norman can't help but describe him as 'moon'. Even with so many

flaws, his sublime beauty never dims away even when he's dealing with said depression.

Norman isn't sure if it's really depression cause no matter how much Saffran convinces

him he just can't trust him again.

"Yes?"

Norman replies lowly going against the warning of his brain. He is looking anywhere

but at Saffran and so Saffran carefully puts his index finger under his chin to

make him look at him. Norman's breath hitch a little. "Wanna....wanna go to a less

crowded place?" Norman nods blaming the alcohol for making him feel this way. A

way in which he can never reject this pretty boy in front of him.

Saffran

takes his hand and leads the way inside of the house. A lot of people eyes them

but they are too intoxicated in alcohol to bother about them. When Norman

realizes Saffran is taking him upstairs to a desolated room, his heartbeat picks

up. Still he keeps quite, brain totally gave up to alcohol and anticipation.

"Are you

trying to get into my pants?" Norman says which brings a soft chuckle out of

Saffran. "I can if you want." He winks at him playfully to which Norman scoffs.

"In your wildest dreams." Norman knows he'll never be the first one to move. Or

at least he thinks so.

Saffran goes

in an empty bedroom still holding the other boy's hand. Jeromy's house has a

lot of rooms excluding their personal ones. The personal ones are locked right

now and the other rooms have full access to whoever came today. Even though

they don't use those rooms much, the maids keep them clean on a daily basis.

Rich people facts.

"You're

quite drunk." Saffran indicates at him standing in the middle of the room. The

room has dim light and Norman can vaguely take a close look at Saffran's

outfit. He is wearing a blue turtle neck three quarter sleeved T-shirt and ripped

tight jeans. Even in the dim light the muscles of Saffran's biceps and thighs looks

so striking in turtleneck and ripped tight jeans that Norman's whole body

starts to get hot.

After a

strings of curses in his head Norman takes the initiative to carry on a conversation.

"Ummm...I'm..I'm not too drunk so...umm..we can drink together." What's with

this proposal? Did Norman easily forget what Saffran did to him days ago? Is Norman

that weak that a pretty boy plays with his heart however he likes and he still

gives in to his temptation? From the whole universe's POV, Yes.

Saffran gets

surprised at his suggestion. "No. You get drunk easily and it's-" "Tsk."

Saffran stops abruptly as Norman glares at him. He doesn't mind cause Norman is

looking so cute pouting like an angry bird trying to intimidate him but failing

miserably. "O-kay." Now that Norman thinks that there's no drinks here Saffran

quickly brings 2 full wine bottles from god knows where. Norman is too drunk to

think about that and happily giggles while taking one of the bottles. Saffran

chuckles at his childishness and sits on the floor beside Norman.

There's no

cup so they start drinking straight from the bottles. Hiccupping a little Norman

feels bothered with this uncomfortable silence and the way Saffran is sitting

isn't helping much. Bitterness courses in his mouth when he realizes that he is

still hung over this pretty boy in front of him who has no idea what he's doing

to his poor little heart.

"So..."

Saffran mumbles and it is clearly heard cause the room is kinda soundproof so

outside noise gets blocked making the whole room pin dropping silent. "Hmm?"

Norman worries if Saffran can hear his loud heartbeat. "How have you been?" What

a lame question. Norman thinks and takes a sip from the bottle. "Perfect.

Actually more than perfect." Norman grins and seeing Saffran a little

nonchalant he tries to test the water a little. "You know...they say I've been

glowing these days cause-" *hiccup* "R-Rave is fucking me soooo goodt

everyday." Norman giggles ignoring the pain in his heart saying another boy's

name in front of the boy he 'loves'. Yes he still loves him. Unfortunately.

But the look

on Saffran's face brings him ugly satisfaction for which he feels guilty but

assuming Saffran might be jealous a little of Raven soothes his shattered

heart. "Really?" Saffran mutters darkly, deep voice that can make any living

being kneel, tongue poking in his cheek hiding the gritted teeth. Norman almost

gasps when Saffran looks at him with a ever so little smirk, eyes so dark that

his green pupil looks pitch black. Norman never saw this look of Saffran in his

entire life. "Y-ye..s."

"Does he

fuck better than me?" Among these numerous feelings anger wins at his new

remark. Better than him? Of course not. But the way he said it makes Norman

feel like he was just a disposable flesh light for Saffran. So he lets his

anger spill. He comes forwards with his knees and grips the cloth on Saffran's

shoulder with two fists. Saffran gets startled a little but doesn't open his

mouth or resist Norman's aggressiveness. "Better than you?! What do you think

of me?! Some stand by man slut who you can use whenever there's no bitch

around?! Or just cause I caught feelings for you your narcissist mind already

assumed "Oops this bitch is fuckin easy"?!!" Norman screams like crazy on

Saffran's face, letting the alcohol completely take over his rationality, raw emotions

spilling like liquid.

Saffran

softly holds his waist, looks at him as if he's talking with his eyes. His lips

quiver a little, afraid of saying any insignificant thing wrong, afraid of

someone twisting his words. He apologized again and again before but nothing

quenched Norman's heart so this time he wants him to see through his actions.

With a tone

so sad but divine, lacing with whatever sweetest thing in the world he softly

says a line which makes the hell break loose.

"I never

wanted us to become like this."

And Norman

loses it. He bends down slowly, holds his cheeks in both hands and kisses him.