Window to freedom °•Minsung•°

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Jisung inhaled a puff of smoke and released it, feeling amazingly sore.

He was half naked on the couch, legs tangled up with Minho's, the exams forgotten on the coffee table.

He scratched his neck, beautifully adorned with marks and looked at the other's peaceful sleeping expression. He looked so innocent, so pure... and yet he had been fucking Jisung just a few minutes prior.

He smiled remembering how good it had felt to touch his skin after so long, to hear his groans, to release into his hands.

"I do like you" he had said and Jisung's dreams had come true.

However now, all desires fulfilled, Jisung was starting to feel pangs of resentment.

"I wonder what his wife thinks of this" he thought, bitter.

He sucked hard on his cigarette: he needed that head numbing spin and he just wasn't getting it...

"I've been smoking too much lately"

he sighed.

He felt like he was going crazy because Minho seemed to genuinely adore him and want to be with him...At this point Jisung was starting to wonder if he had hallucinated that name on his phone after all.

But no... Minho's hesitance... the horror and guilt in his eyes the first time Jisung had made a move on him... Couldn't just be nothing, could it?

So what was different now? Why was Minho suddenly so comfortable with being by his side??

"Did he...leave his wife??"

The thought filled him with dread.

Would Minho go through a divorce for him? That felt like insanity.
Jisung couldn't ask him to do that...

He groaned and put out his cig.
He felt that if he was going to have just another negative thought he was going to explode.

So he just nuzzled his head into Minho's strong chest and tried to force sleep onto himself.

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Quick one cuz Im so tired yall
exam season is kicking my ass holy shit