The Familiar Devil || Minsung

Part 11: Regrets?

This is the last chapter!
I'm really not that happy with end... like I dunno it's weird but I'm working on new book, and that's probably gonna be much better.
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Jisung wakes up alone, the bed cold beside him where Minho had been. His body is sore, a constant reminder of everything that happened the night before. He moves slowly, feeling each ache as he gets up and heads to the bathroom. When he catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror, his breath catches—his body is marked with evidence of last night. "Fucking hell. This can't be true..." It all comes rushing back in a flood of heated memories, and Jisung's stomach twists with regret. He hadn't planned for things to go that far, and yet, he remembers how he didn't even think about pulling away.
He splashes his face with water, almost hoping the sting will jolt him out of the lingering emotions.

When he came out of the bathroom, a knock sounded at the door, making him freeze.

"Jisung?" Chan's voice was soft but familiar.

Jisung exhaled, but he realised that he's still naked, and his clothes nowhere to be seen. He hurried up throwing on the nearest shirt he could grab, the citrusy scent wrapping around him, making his head spin—of course it was Minho's. "Yeah, uh—come in!"

The door opened, and Chan stepped in, pausing for a split second as he took in Jisung's appearance. His eyebrows lifted slightly, but he fought back a smile. "Good morning... didn't think I'd see you up so early."

"Yeah, well... here I am," Jisung replied awkwardly, scratching the back of his head. He could feel Chan's eyes lingering on Minho's shirt, then Jisung's neck. From what Jisung saw this morning, he was sure everyone who will see him, will know what happened.

He and Chan became much closer these days, when Minho was working and Felix spent time with Hyunjin, Jisung just found his way to Chan.

"You seem... comfortable," Chan remarked, barely holding back a grin.

Jisung's cheeks reddened. "It's not—! It was just the first thing I saw. I don't have my clothes here."

"Right." Chan chuckled. "Anyway, there's a small gathering at Seungmin's tonight. Felix wanted me to make sure you'd come."

Jisung's stomach dropped. "A party? I thought I'd, uh... stay in. I mean look at me..."

"Yeah, that's not happening," Chan said, patting him on the shoulder. "You'll feel better once you're out. At least you'll forget about it." He gave Jisung one last smirk before heading out, leaving Jisung staring after him in a mix of embarrassment and dread.

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Not long after, there was another knock at the door. This time, Felix didn't even wait for Jisung's response—he just strolled in with a smug grin.

"Well, look at you, Chan said you're in." Felix said, crossing his arms and glancing at Jisung in Minho's shirt. "Didn't you say, 'Who would I be to let him fuck me so easily?'"

Jisung's face turned red. "It's not... we didn't—"

Felix raised an eyebrow. "So you're just, what, borrowing his clothes now? And the marks are from... mosquitoes?"

Jisung struggled to find a response, but his voice failed him. He finally stammered, "It's not like that, okay?"

"Uh-huh." Felix's smirk widened, and he walked over, grabbing Jisung's arm. "Well, come on. You're not staying in bed all day."

"Wait, Felix— I can't run."

"Oh the mosquitoes were that hard huh? I mean I could've seen that coming." Felix laughed, practically dragging him out of the room. As they walked through the castle halls, Felix glanced over at him. "I swear, you look more flustered now than you did when you kissed him."