I hate to admit

No happy ending

I'm no fucking coward, I can handle a simple dare.

Besides everyone is banking on this.

"Come on what are you waiting for?" I looked up at Minho.

I looked over and saw Chan move ever so slightly towards the end of the couch, everyone else's eyes were on us.

Minho leaned in and stood between my legs, I watched him get closer and closer to me.

He was now just inches from my face, he placed his knee right where my crotch was and put slight pressure on my dick.

He grabbed me by my chin and smashed his lips against mine, it was as if the whole room went silent and everyone was waiting for the result.

My mind went blank, even the music drowned out and everything was silent. I know I was into it I mean he is or was my fucking boyfriend after all, but I couldn't tell if Minho was into it, or he was just showing off for the dare.

I wasn't ready for what he did next though.

For a simple kissing session, Minho full on got on top of me and straddled me. He fully had my face in his hands, our lips were moving together in sync.

Minho had bit down on my bottom lip and caused me to part my lips slightly giving him access to slip his tongue inside my mouth just like Felix had asked for in the dare.

Well at least he went through with the dare and showed it on full display.

After a few more seconds Minho let go of me and stood back up, when I looked up at him, I didn't know what I saw.

I couldn't figure out if he enjoyed it or was actually disgusted by the whole thing.

He didn't wipe his mouth so that's a plus, I guess.

"There satisfied?" Minho turned around and looked at Felix.

"I mean you showed us a damn good make out session that's for sure." Felix chuckled.

Minho just scoffed and walked off; he seemed upset.

"Well, if that was your plan I don't think it fucking worked." I growled.

"Come Jinnie it's just all fun and games." Chan spoke.

"Yeah whatever, you know what for a minute I actually felt like I was with my boyfriend but then he looked at me like I don't even know. He did your dare and that's that." I stood up and stormed off.

I could hear Chan calling after me, but I didn't care.

This place had so many different rooms, there was even a billiard's room, a small study and library, in the basement there was a full-on bar and so on.

I wanted to go outside like I usually did whenever I was upset or whatever, but I decided to venture downstairs.

I hadn't been down there yet only saw the pictures of it online and what Chan had explained to me.

When I got down there and walked through the door, I wasn't alone.

I guess Minho had the same thought.

Minho was standing behind the bar, looked like he wasn't down with the drinking.

"Sorry I didn't know anyone was in here." I spoke before turning around.

"Come here." Minho spoke.

I turned back around and walked over to the bar, Minho had gotten another glass and poured me a drink.

"I know the dare was stupid." I spoke as I grabbed the glass from Minho.

"It was just a dare Hyunjin, felt like we were fucking high school kids." Minho put the glass to his lips.

"Yeah, well I'm sorry Felix dared you to kiss me. I know you didn't enjoy it." I myself put my glass to my lips and swallowed the burning liquid.

At least the owners of this place had good taste in alcohol.

"Smooth isn't it." Minho spoke.

I finished my drink and was about to go back upstairs when Minho grabbed me by my wrist.

"I know you were disgusted, it's okay." I pulled my wrist from his grip.

"I was...confused if anything Hyunjin." Minho looked at me.

I couldn't help but laugh, his face showed it all after he kissed me...the way he looked at me.

I wasn't hurt per say but it stung just a little.

"You don't remember me, you said I wasn't your type, you wouldn't date someone like me, you just wanted to be friends. And you think you're fucking confused." I could feel the tears coming on.

God I'm such a fucking crybaby.

"Hyunjin come one, you can't really blame me." Minho spoke softly.

"That's the thing Minho I know I can't blame you, I fucking hate it. I miss you; the kicker is I'm not really with Chan either. We have been 'together', but we aren't dating. Everyone up there was trying to make you jealous or feel something for me, trying to get you to remember. It clearly didn't work and that's okay. It's been weeks now and it's clear you aren't remembering anything." I explained.

"You're right I don't remember anything, and what you did, or they did is kind of shitty ya know. I may not remember but I couldn't imagine what you're going through. I'm sorry Hyunjin." Minho looked at me.

"Yeah." I turned around and walked back upstairs.

Like I told Chan earlier before we left, I couldn't wait for this to blow up in their faces.

I love them all I do, but I guess maybe I'm not supposed to have a happy ending.

You can definitely say London was bust and whatever time I had left there I went sightseeing, and by myself.

I didn't talk to Minho for the rest of the trip, I kept my distance from Chan. I tried to keep my cool with Felix and now he feels bad.

I told him it wasn't his fault; I knew this thing was doomed from the beginning.

Being back home with Leebit was good, Soobin took good care of him.

He could sense something was wrong with me and asked if he should stay with me for a bit, but I had told him I was okay.

I just wanted to be alone right now.

It has now been a month since I've been back, I've basically just kept in touch with everyone saying I was okay and not to come after me and check up on me.

I really didn't want to see any of them right now.

I'm not saying any of it was their fault but somewhere inside I had a tiny sliver of hope ya know.

I thought that it would be like the movies, you spend time with them enough and eventually kiss them and boom their memory is restored.

But that wasn't the case.

Foolish to think right?

Now all I have been doing is eating, sleeping, drinking, binge watching anime. None of this was going to get me anywhere though, so I decided to take up something that was my back up pan of dancing never panned out.

Painting.

I do need some money after all, I think I just went through the last bit I had to buy supplies and a few things for Leebit.

I didn't care about myself at this point, I just hoped my paintings were good enough to sell, that they were good enough to be hung up in someone else's home or maybe...just maybe in a gallery.

I can only hope right?