Who Killed my Boyfriend |Hyunho|

Jealousy✨

What I hoped for, slipping away,
Your touch, a game we used to play.
Did I misunderstand your hand,
Or was it all just part of the plan?

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Minho's POV:

Hyunjin, evidently tired of waiting, opened the door. "Hyung..." His voice trailed off as he took in the scene before him. The shock in his eyes was palpable.

He paused, then stammered, "Sorry, sorry. I thought you were asleep. I'll just go."

He quickly closed the door, leaving an awkward silence in his wake. Felix had a triumphant look on his face as he moved closer again. "Where were we?" he asked, attempting to resume our previous activities.

I pushed him away gently but firmly. "Go to your room, Felix," I said, standing up and heading to the bathroom. The cold tiles under my feet did little to quell the heat of the moment, but it was a necessary escape.

As I stood under the shower, letting the water cascade over me, I tried to wash away the chaos of the past few hours. The mess of emotions, the tangled web of desires and obligations—it was all too much. I needed clarity, and I needed to find a way to navigate this storm without losing myself in the process.

The hot water pounded against my skin, creating a soothing rhythm that almost drowned out the thoughts swirling in my mind. I leaned against the cool tile, the contrast between hot and cold grounding me in the moment. The steam rose around me, cocooning me in a temporary escape from reality. I closed my eyes, trying to let the tension drain away with the water swirling down the drain.

I dressed quickly, opting for comfortable clothes that made me feel more like myself. A plain black t-shirt, jeans, and a worn leather jacket that had seen better days. It was a simple outfit, but it felt right.

Before leaving the room, I glanced around, making sure I hadn't forgotten anything. My phone buzzed on the nightstand, and I grabbed it, seeing a message from Felix. I didn't have the energy to deal with him right now, so I shoved the phone into my pocket and headed for the door.

As I walked down the hallway, the house was eerily quiet. It was as if the walls themselves were holding their breath, waiting for the next storm to hit. I passed by Hyunjin's room, my heart rate picking up slightly, but I forced myself to knock on the door. "Hyunjin," I called softly.

There was no response. I knocked again, a little more firmly this time. After a few moments, the door opened, and Hyunjin stood there. He didn't meet my eyes, staring somewhere over my shoulder instead. "Are you ready?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

He nodded, still not looking at me. He was wearing a black, ribbed sweater that hugged his frame perfectly. The sweater's intricate design added depth to his appearance, making him look effortlessly stylish. His hair was tied back in a loose ponytail, a few strands framing his face, giving him a slightly disheveled but endearing look. He had a small, black crossbody bag slung over his shoulder, completing his ensemble with an understated elegance.

"Let's go then," I said, trying to sound casual. But the tension in the air was palpable, and I could feel the weight of everything unspoken hanging between us. We walked down the hallway in silence, each step echoing in the stillness of the house.

When we left and got into the car, I glanced over at Hyunjin. He was taking out his headphones and putting them on. Is he avoiding me? I wondered. The questions started swirling in my mind. Did what he saw bother him? Did he feel jealous? Is that even possible?