Author's pov..
A loud scream echoed through the still morning air. Minho's eyes shot open, his heart racing as he blinked, trying to make sense of his surroundings.
He was in his own room, but something felt off. When his gaze landed on Jisung, who was sitting up in a panic beside him, the confusion deepened.
"Why am I on your bed?" Jisung asked, his voice shaky as he looked around, utterly clueless.
Minho raised an eyebrow, genuinely curious. "Don't you remember what happened last night?"
Jisung frowned, trying to piece things together. "No, I don't. What did happen?"
Minho smirked playfully. "You asked me to kiss you the whole night. You were so clingy."
Jisung's eyes widened in disbelief. "Liar. I would never do that."
Minho leaned in, lowering his voice teasingly. "Oh, but you did. You begged me to kiss you, and I, being such an innocent and kind man, couldn't refuse."
"Nah, that's not possible," Jisung said, shaking his head. He crossed his arms over his chest, looking at Minho as though he were the one who had lost his mind.
Minho chuckled, enjoying the playful teasing. "You even-"
But before he could finish, Jisung interrupted, his voice louder than before. "I don't even like you. Why would I kiss you?"
The words hit Minho harder than Jisung intended.
His expression faltered, a momentary pang of hurt flashing in his eyes. He quickly masked it with a small smile.
"Oh, right. Sorry for teasing," Minho said, standing up from the bed and turning toward the door.
As Minho began walking away, Jisung's heart sank. The realization of his own words hit him like a wave, and guilt rushed over him.
He had hurt Minho again, just when he had promised not to.
