He Is My Sin - Hyunho

26. The Morning After

A/N: Looong chapter. Bear with me...

Minho woke up alone. 

He looked around a little confused as the events of last night slowly came back to him. "Hyunjin?" He called hesitantly. No one answered but out of the corner of his eye he caught something on the pillow next to him. A piece of plain white paper was folded in half – a note – along with a deep red rose caught in the crease. Minho smiled, blushing a little. A rose? He felt like a damsel being wooed. He unfolded the piece of paper to read Hyunjin's elegant handwriting.

'Good morning, love.

I had an early morning appointment to attend to. Feel free to stay as long as you like. You can call room service for breakfast and anything else you need.

HJ'

Minho smiled again. He took the rose and inhaled the deep heady aroma. That was so Hyunjin. Taking over his senses in every possible way, even if he wasn't present.

He sat there on the bed for a while, indecisive, pondering what to do and then got up, taking a look around. There was no evidence of the mess they made the night before. His clothes were neatly folded on a chair in the bedroom and everything else in the laundry basket. Minho smiled: Hyunjin had a knack for being neat and organized. He looked around the elegantly furnished suite, enjoying the view from the large windows, then decided to call room service and have them bring him breakfast in half an hour. He would have plenty of time to shower and get ready and then go about his day. He wasn't one to sleep late anyway.

He walked into the en-suite bathroom and turned on the shower head, stepping under it and letting the hot water fall on his body to wash away the last traces of sleep and relax his muscles. Surrounded by steam and the sweet smell of the shower gel that reminded him of Hyunjin, as if in a comforting cocoon, he tried to clear his head. A part of him was actually relieved that the blond was gone before he woke up. He didn't know how he would react to their 'morning after' as he still had a lot of insecurities and doubts about himself and how to act, regarding their intimacy. He wistfully remembered the 'morning after' at the beach house, when things turned sour over one wrong word from him. He also remembered the'You can be on top tonight' Hyunjin said last night. Which meant that this was not a given.

He didn't expected it to be a given, not at all. He knew Hyunjin wanted him like... this.

Yeah, he knows... Even he himself is tired of this. He desperately wants to not think of being with a man as something scary and forbidden. Yes, this is still a thing, οn his mind. He had sex with a man. A man he wants so, so much and has strong feelings for. Why was he torn again? Especially since he already felt an ache and a longing for him. The other part of him, the bigger part, wouldn't have minded to wake up next to Hyunjin, in his arms, the way he had fallen asleep the night before...

He walked out of the shower and scanned himself in the large bathroom mirror. He couldn't notice anything different -what did he expect to see?-  except the red lines on his back. Apart from that, their intercourse was rather tame. The last time they 'attempted' this, his body was littered with little purple bruises, on the neck, the chest, the hips... He had on him the evidence of Hyunjin's ardour and passion. A reminder and a caution.

'Look what you almost did, look what you missed.'

The regret of his haste and the uncertainty of his future with the man in question plagued his mind afterward. But now, he had little to no evidence on his body to remind him of last nights events. Mostly it was etched in his memory with vivd images of Hyunjin's pretty face and body. And on his other senses: The touch, the smell, the hearing... Hyunjin's smooth warm skin, his scent - sweat mixed with 'Versace Eros' - his sweet little moans and heavy sighs.