HIM

Chapter 08

Hwan returned to their accommodation a little after seven o'clock. The dinner with others was enjoyable, and they had a good time. He didn't believe hanging out with co-actors his age would be the same as hanging out with his friends. After bidding good night to others, Hwan made his way to the top level, where his and Minho's rooms, as well as their managers, are located.

As he gets to his room, he recalls that he intended to meet Minho before retiring to bed. He's certain Older was upset earlier. He wants to check older, but he looks at his clothes first. They were soaked in sweat and had a bad smell of grease. He opens the door to his room with the intention of washing up before seeing older.

The darkroom greets him, with the exception of faint light from the windows. He turned on the lights and walked over to the table, where he placed the bag of food he had brought with him.

"-AAAARHHHA!" Hwan shrieks when he notices a person in front of him.

"H-Hyung? H-How? W-What?" Hwan shudders as he looks at the man, who turns out to be Minho.

The same man simply stares at him with an enigmatic face from his seat on the couch, before he stands,

"Did you enjoy your meal?" Minho asks, ignoring the younger's questions and taking a tentative step toward him.

"I-It was good," Hwan mutters cautiously, unsure of what is going on or why older is in his room. Hwan was aware of Minho's darkened eyes. The young actor coughed nervously.

"I was planning to visit your room after I changed Hyung.-" Hwan turns to face the man who has moved closer to him.

"-Did you have anything to eat?" Hwan asks once more.

"No," Minho responded by taking another step forward, now into his personal space.

"-Oh really? Then I am glad I brou- H-Hyung what are you doing?" Hwan asks, alarmed, as older takes another step before curling his hand around younger's waist and dragging him toward himself to close space between bodies, which wasn't much.

"Are you drunk, H-Hyung?" Hwan asks quickly, his face turning as red as a tomato at the sudden closeness.

"No," Older responded instantly, his gaze fixed on the younger's.

"Let me go Hyung, I have to change. I smell like greasy food," Hwan tries to pull free from the hold of the older. But no evil, his grip was really tight, that Hwan wonders if it will leave marks on his pale skin.

"You've been talking a lot today," Minho mumbles, his gaze shifting back and forth between Hwan's eyes and plump lips.

"-Hyung, no. Let me change first-mmmmhhpppphhh"

The familiar lips smothered Hwan's words, silencing him and freezing him with wide eyes. A few seconds passed, but they both did nothing, pushing each other off or deepening the kiss, just lip to lip contact, like the last time, but this time Minho's force on his lips was a little tougher.