addicted [hyunho]

[10] suspicion

-suspicion-

When Minho got ready for bed, he didn't know how to feel about what he had done with Hyunjin earlier. He had cheated on Felix again and the blond was still sitting downstairs, not knowing that there were so many confusing thoughts rushing through his boyfriend's mind.

Sighing, Minho changed into sweatpants, deciding not to wear a shirt. Then he lay down in bed, pulling the blanket over himself, as if it would shield him from his problems. As if it would hide those ugly lies that were already forming in his head.

He tried to shove the images away, but no matter how hard he tried, it didn't work. Short moments of him and Hyunjin in the past, when he hadn't known Felix yet, were coming back to him.

How they used to hold hands, how he had loved to place soft kisses on Hyunjin's cheeks, how they had spent every free minute together.

Did he miss that time? Ever since he had started seeing Felix, he had had less time for his best friend.

What would it be like if it wasn't Felix's soft voice that he could hear from downstairs. It was barely as loud as a whisper, he couldn't even hear the words that Felix was saying. He had probably called someone.

What would it be like if it was Hyunjin coming up the stairs, after he had suddenly stopped talking. If it was Hyunjin lifting the blanket and slipping under it, cuddling against his naked chest.

But no, it was Felix, who wrapped his arms around him and sighed as he relaxed upon feeling the warmth radiating from Minho's skin.

Just that he didn't know what caused that heat. He probably thought it was only because he had laid under the blanket for a while already, when in reality Minho was only stressed.

He hoped Felix couldn't hear his heart beating loudly. Why had he imagined himself with Hyunjin and why couldn't he stop? Whenever he closed his eyes, he didn't think of Felix pressed against him, but of Hyunjin.

Minho hoped that it was just the guilt messing with him. This was his punishment for betraying the pure, sweet person in his embrace.

"What are you thinking about?" Felix asked quietly, his voice sleeply.

He just knew Minho too well.

"Nothing important, just about work." He answered, but his body tensed and Felix could feel it.

"You can always talk to me. You know that, right?" Lifting his upper body up a bit, Felix could look down at his boyfriend, who opened his eyes hesitantly.

"Of course." Minho tried to sound casual, but his startled expression betrayed him.

What if Felix ever found out? He would hate him so much, he would be so hurt. Minho would break his heart.

Felix looked so comfortable, never once feeling the need to look away from his gaze. Leaning down, Felix pressed a short kiss onto Minho's lips.

The same lips that Hyunjin had kissed earlier. The same lips that had repeated Hyunjin's name over and over again.

Now they were moving against Felix's and it felt right. At least it was supposed to feel right, Minho didn't understand what he was feeling.

But he knew that it should feel right.

So he wrapped his arms around Felix, when he pulled away. "I'm always here to listen." Felix showed his cute smile, giggling softly when Minho pulled him down for another kiss.

It was almost as if Felix knew that he was hiding something and he was giving him the chance to talk about it now, because later the damage would be worse. But just the thought of confessing everything he had done to Felix made Minho panic.