Han Jisung, a struggling music producer, is completely smitten by a handsome, cold bar back by the name of Lee Minho. He hates the way Minho makes him feel, and after learning about Minho's past, Jisung wants to hate him even more, but can't help ho...
There is non-explicit sexual content in this chapter, along with arguing, yelling, confrontation and quite a bit of cursing. Please avoid reading any further if you are sensitive to these topics.
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Warm water cascades down clean skin, dripping below the dip of abdominal muscles, sinking further until it reaches the shower floor and swims towards the drain. Steam clouds the locked bathroom, fogging the mirror beyond the closed shower door, a navy towel resting on a hook, warm from the steam.
Minho delicately rinses his auburn tresses under the pour of the showerhead, tilting his head back, left hand pushing his hair out of his face. Minho didn't know how long he had been in the shower, sitting beneath the warm water to clear his mind of tortuous thoughts that he couldn't seem to shake.
His mind was filled with images of Jisung from various days spent together, touching and feeling one another, sitting on the couch and laughing at random videos Jisung found on the internet after kissing each other breathless. It's been almost two months of their arrangement, and Minho knew it was all going to end eventually; feelings like this never last anyway.
Before Jisung, the few people he's hooked up with have been far and few inbetween. He's never seen any of them more than once, and almost immediately afterwards, he found himself filled to the brim with regret. Jisung was never one of those. Minho would never regret a single moment spent with him, even if it meant it ended like this every time.
He turns the shower off, breathing deeply, eyes shutting as he lets the remaining water trickle down his skin. His mind is incredibly hazy, stuck on memories he wishes to push away for the sake of sleep, but the more he wills for them to leave, the stronger they become.
This was just a crush, just a fleeting fantasy! Minho wasn't sure why these memories were so persistent over someone he could never have. Jisung clearly, and hopefully, would choose his best friend over him. Minho didn't deserve him. He wanted to be alone to avoid hurting anyone else any further, given that the only thing he's done as of late is hurt two people that mean a lot to him.
There was nothing he could convince himself of now, stuck in isolating memories that continue to play like a movie stuck on repeat. Minho had always chased after things he wanted, sometimes leaving him afraid that he would never be able to have whatever it was that he wanted so badly, but this time he finds himself running away from what he wanted. He truly believed that Jisung deserved better than him, and he hoped Jisung would realize that too.
It was late. The last time Minho checked the time, it was around ten, but considering the long shower he just took, he assumed that it was almost eleven. As he steps out of the shower, he wraps a towel around his waist and begins drying himself off, trying to remain immune to the feelings simmering in his mind.
