Window to freedom °•Minsung•°

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"You've done the right thing, you've done the right thing, you've done the right thing"

Jisung repeated like a mantra, hands in his hair, pacing in the bathroom stall he had closed himself in.

He just hadn't expected it. It had been so sudden.

"You're beautiful" he had said and Jisung's reality had shattered.

His belief that Mr Lee could never, ever, in any circumstance have an interest in him was suddenly proven false.

And Jisung would've been fine with that. Minho was drunk and spewing nonsense. It would have flattered him but it would've ended there.

Instead it had kept going with Mr Lee even alluding to taking him home!?!?

Jisung felt furiously flushed. It had taken all his self control not to accept. Just to see where things would go, just in case something happened...

But then his conscience had awakened.

"Jisung" it had whispered:
"Mr Lee is drunk. Mr Lee is your boss. Mr Lee is married"

And trying to conceal how arousing he found the professor's stare, he had sat up and walked his ass to where Mr Kim was talking to Mr Jeon.

"Sir" he had said, hoping that he didn't look too worked up:
"I think Mr Lee might need your assistence"

"Shit" Mr Kim had answered and instantly detatched himself from the conversation to go look for his friend.

In another situation Jisung would've found Mr Kim swearing like that extremely amusing but now... he had too many thoughts roaring in his mind.

Finally he decided to get out of the stall. He placed his hands on the sink and stared at himself in the mirror: there was a certain redness still creeping up his neck, tinting his ears and the apple of his cheeks. Jisung felt so, so warm.

He groaned remembering how Minho had looked at him. Like he was the only one in the world. Like he had waited his whole life just to have him. And there came the anger.

"Fuck. FUCK. I lost such a good opportunity. It was right there, in front of me and I didn't take it. He wanted me, I wanted him why couldn't things just be that simple for once!?"

He felt tears prick at his eyes. They were frustration tears so they burned even worse.

Jisung stared at them cut his cheeks in the mirror and inhaled slowly.

"It's ok. I've been mature. I did the right thing."

he told himself once again and it did make him feel better. A little bit. Because a part of him really had wanted to do the wrong thing that night.

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