Minho comes home and Jisung is gone.
A shame, really. Minho had tied the back of his shirt into a knot, showing his hard earned abs. It's not like he did it just for Jisung to see, it's just more comfortable considering he ran through his classes group performance three times and he's sweating so bad he could tear his skin off. It's just more comfortable.
At least, that's what he tells himself.
He takes his sweat stained clothes off once he's in the bathroom. Breathing in the steamy air from his scalding shower, he feels his muscles relax under the hot water, running his fingers through his brunette hair to ensure the water burns his scalp.
He spots an extra shampoo bottle next to his, pink and soft orange. He smells it out of curiosity.
Jisung
He squirts the bottle into his hand, lathering it through his hair. Is this weird?
He scrubs it until its scent is imprinted into his hair. His eyes flicker over to a bottle in the corner.
Minhyuk
Minho knows he left it there on purpose thinking he would use it, or swoon to the smell of it, or, -more accurately- jerk off to it. He never did.
He rinses his hair and washes his body, turning off the water. He grabs his towel and uses the hand rag to wipe away a circle in the mirror, fogged from the boiling temperature, a punishment for his thoughts he's sure.
The circle he's wiped is big enough to see his face. Towel wrapped around his waist, he quickly shaves and washes his face. Minhyuk doesn't like when his shadow shows.
He doesn't even know why he bothers anymore. He knew it wasn't gonna last, but he's hitting his breaking point and the sex isn't keeping him anymore.
But regardless, he puts on the shirt he knows Minhyuk likes and grabs the keys to his truck.
He calls out to Chan who's sitting on the couch watching something on his phone. "I'm going to Minhyuks. I'll probably be back by midnight, don't plan on staying this time."
"Thank the lord. You know I don't like him." Chan calls back.
Maybe that should've been the breaking point from the start. Father's intuition.
.......
He doesn't listen to music on the way there.
The drive to Minhyuks is always different. It's not like any playlist or song could explain the pit in his stomach.
He allows the feeling of impending guilt to eat away and rot into his intestines as the white noise of silence and tires rolling over asphalt fills his brain.
He pulls into the driveway of his boyfriend's house. Minho had checked his phone a couple minutes ago and saw the text from him. "I'll be in my room". No foyer welcome for your fuckbuddy boyfriend huh?
He wishes he could just sit in the driver's seat of his truck until it all goes away. The lights from the dashboard are staring at him, scolding him. He turns the car off and gets out before he drives home.
He opens the door. All the lights are off except the hallway and the purple glow of Minhyuk's LED lights in his room.
He hangs his keys on the hooks by the door.
He doesn't have a bag to set down. Because his timer is ticking and he's not staying past midnight.
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FanfictionJisung was 7 when he noticed him. he was three grades ahead with beautiful brown eyes and hair. Jisung thought his delusional crush would die out when he was in 6th. but what if that crush never did. what if the summer before college, he looks for a...
