addicted [hyunho]

[6] guilt

-guilt-

Minho turned around in his bed, an annoyed groan slipping past his lips when the piercing sound of his alarm rang through his room. As fast as possible, which wasn't actually fast because he had just woken up, he turned off the sound, before letting himself fall back into the mattress.

A throbbing pain shot through his head and all he could think about was how he was too tired to work today. But then again, he felt like that every morning.

He wanted to turn back around to hug Felix, but when he did, all he was met with was the other half of the bed, empty and cold. Frowning, he slowly sat up. Was Felix awake already?

Then he remembered that Felix had been on a work dinner yesterday so today he shouldn't be working. It was always like that, Minho always had to be careful to not wake his boyfriend up and when he came home, he would still be asleep.

So where was he? He tried to think back to yesterday's events, realizing that his memories were hazy. He went through them step by step.

He had talked to Hyunjin, Felix had left for the dinner, then he had gotten ready and picked Hyunjin up. In the club they had a few too many drinks and- "Shit." He cursed, the memories came flooding back.

Apparently he hadn't been drunk enough to forget something like that. Then he realized that he still had to walk back to the car, which he had left near the club, before he could drive to work.

Quickly, he got up and grabbed the first clothes he could find, that looked at least a bit decent. Right now, he was thanking his past self for showering yesterday so that he didn't have to do that now to get rid of the scent of alcohol and sex.

While he rushed down the stairs and out of the house, he called Felix, hoping that he would pick up and explain where he was, but nothing happened.

He tried to call again. And again.

When Felix still didn't pick up, Minho sent him a short text, asking where he was and that he was worried. Before putting his phone away, he decided to also text Felix that he could always call him, even though he was working.

Finally, he sat down in his car, the air was colder now, but still thick with the scent of his own body mixed with Hyunjin's. For what felt like the hundredth time today, Minho groaned, regretting what he had done yesterday.

Or at least that's what his mind was telling him how he should feel. Because for a moment, he found himself enjoying the memories of Hyunjin's body under his own.

But there was also guilt. Because he had cheated on Felix, broke his trust and if he ever found out, he would hate him. He knew the right thing would be to talk to the blond, but if he couldn't talk about smaller problems with him, how was he supposed to tell him that he cheated on him? Blaming it on the alcohol would definitely not work.

Sighing, Minho began driving to work. The day would be horrible, he knew it, because every time he closed his eyes, he saw Hyunjin, heard his low moans and his sinful whispers. Somehow, he had to get that memory out of his head, but he couldn't, no matter how hard he tried.

...

The moment, Felix woke up, he was confused. He noticed that he was on a couch, but it was the not the couch of his own house.

Still sleepy, he opened his eyes carefully, seeing Jisung. Oh, he was on the couch in Jisung's office and while he had been sleeping, Jisung had apparently started working. "What happened?" He asked, yawning.

When Jisung turned to look at him, Felix sat up, the blanket falling off of his body and he noticed that he was still wearing his suit. Right, the work dinner.