Dangerous Liaisons || HyunHo

Chapter 15

Not too late

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A/N : I'm finally back with a new chapter!! I'm sorry for the huge waiting, I lost inspiration after I posted chapter 14...
Thank you for your patience ❣️ hope you'll enjoy this one!

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Minho watched Chan’s car quickly disappearing down the main avenue. Once it was out of sight, he let out a heavy breath, letting his head hang low, before turning away and walking towards the building and entering it, in order to join his penthouse. Once he reached his bedroom, he let himself collapse on his bed. He let out a frustrated groan as he rubbed his face. He felt foolish, and stupid. He shouldn’t have agreed to this date in the first place, then he wouldn’t be in this situation. Why did he agree? Minho knew that at that moment he had felt so confused with his feelings, not sure if he loved Jisung, or not, or if Chan’s gentle attention was what seduced him. But now, he was sure he wasn’t attracted to Chan. However, he had never been more confused with his feelings for Jisung. 

Minho was feeling lonely, now more than ever. Given how the date had ended, there was no way Chan wanted to speak to him right now. Minho turned to the side, and grabbed his phone before sitting up against the headboard of the bed. He unlocked the device and went to his contact list. Scrolling down, the first name that caught his eyes was Hyunjin's. He missed Hyunjin. He missed him so much. For a moment, he was tempted to tap on the name, call Hyunjin, talk to him, see him again… But it wouldn't do any good… With a sigh, Minho kept scrolling, until he saw Jeongin's name. His heart tightened. How he missed his little Jeongin… Was he okay? What had happened anyway? All of a sudden, Jeongin had started pushing him away, avoiding him, and never explained why. Minho had left, giving up, respecting the younger's decision, but he had been heart broken : after Hyunjin, Jeongin was the person Minho cherished the most. Minho wondered, if he called Jeongin, would the youngest answer? Would he talk to Minho? Or would he push him away? The boy didn't have the courage to find out, he was too tired right now. He kept scrolling and stopped, his heart suddenly beating fast and hurting, his eyes filling with tears. 

Moving so he was lying on his stomach, drawing in a shaky breath, Minho tapped on the contact name and started typing a message. It took him several attempts before finally being satisfied with it. 'Hi. Can we meet up?' was what he had asked. Minho locked his phone and put it on his side table before curling himself into a ball, and pulling the blankets over him. He was scared of the answer, of the possible rejection, of his reaction. But he needed him… He had made a mistake, he knew that. He wanted to repair his wrongs. 

Closing his eyes, the young boy prayed for sleep to come and finally take him, but it was to no avail. Minho tossed and turned in his bed, shutting his eyes tightly, trying to push away the constant thoughts invading his mind. When suddenly he heard his phone vibrate, Minho shot his eyes open, and his hand flew to grab the device. He quickly unlocked it, and his heart started beating quickly again, stomach twisting with apprehension. His eyes started to fill with tears as he saw the reply. With shaky hands, typed an answer, giving the place and time they would be meeting tomorrow, and once he was done, he placed his phone on his bedside table once again, and tried to fall asleep. However, being nervous about the next day, the boy had a hard time finding enough peace to finally sleep. 

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Changbin smiled at the screen lighting his face in the dark room. Was this real? Was it a dream? He could have cried with joy and relief right now, despite the slight knot of anxiety forming in the pit of his stomach. But a hand sliding down his naked chest, fingertips grazing the skin until it reached between his legs, made him suddenly forget about it as he let out a shaky sigh, and turned his face to the smirking stranger in his bed. In his happiness to have received a message from the one person he wished to see the most, he had forgotten the stranger that had picked him up at the bar that night, and was now demanding attention, and was very much determined to get it. Changbin let his phone fall on the floor as the stranger hovered over him, kissing him, while Changbin wrapped his arms around the stranger's neck, pulling him closer…