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Can't remember to forget you

I left a note on my bedpost
Said not to repeat yesterday′s mistakes
What I tend to do when it comes to you
I see only the good selective memory

They said they were over.

They said it under breath, behind locked doors, through clenched jaws and trembling hands.
But Taesan never changed the lock code.
And Leehan never stopped using it.

It was 2:03 a.m. when the door opened again.

Taesan didn't look up from the couch. He knew the footsteps. Knew the silence.
Knew Leehan would come back. He always did.

"You're here," Taesan said softly.

Leehan stood at the edge of the living room, hair messy, hoodie half-zipped, eyes cloudy with whatever war he'd fought inside his head before showing up.

"I left a note on my bedpost," he murmured, voice bitter. "Told myself not to repeat yesterday's mistakes."

Taesan exhaled slowly. "But here you are."

Leehan walked closer, slow, like he wanted to turn back but his body was already betraying him.

"I'm trying," Leehan whispered. "To forget you."

Taesan stood, facing him now. No space. No air. Just old electricity between them—hot and crackling.

"But when you look at me," Leehan breathed, "the only memory is us kissing in the moonlight."

Taesan's chest rose and fell too quickly. "You always say you'll walk away. But you never do."

Leehan laughed bitterly. "Because you've got a hold on me. I've never met someone so..."
He didn't finish.

He couldn't.

"I keep forgetting I should let you go...But when you look at me",He continued.

Breath hitched.He stopped before even uttering another word.He felt too seen ,too exposed even if he was fully clothed.

Taesan was staring right at him.

With something worse than lust.

It was toxic and full with raw feelings.

"When i look at you..."Taesan said getting closer.

Voice lower,untrembled, whispered.And then?Silence.

The silence between them wasn't peaceful — it buzzed, electric and painful,like the hum before a storm breaks.

Leehan's eyes locked with Taesan's — sharp, glassy, searching for something he didn't have the words to ask for.

Taesan's stare was unreadable, his body relaxed, but his jaw clenched — a silent dare. The kind that said, Do it. Show me you still want this. Still want me.

Leehan's fists trembled at his sides, soaked hoodie dripping onto the floor. His lips were parted — not from surprise, but from restraint. Holding back the scream, the plea, the kiss.

"I hate you," he muttered, but it sounded like a prayer.

"I know," Taesan said, voice low. "That's why you're still here."

Something snapped.

Leehan surged forward in a blur, fingers fisting into the fabric of Taesan's shirt, yanking him upward with reckless urgency. His grip wasn't gentle — it was bruising, desperate — as if dragging Taesan closer might also drag out everything he was feeling.

And then their mouths collided.

It wasn't sweet. It wasn't tender. It was messy — teeth clashing, breath tangled, lips crushing together like they were trying to consume each other. Taesan's hands shot to Leehan's waist, grounding them both, pulling him closer until there was no space left between.

Leehan's fingers tangled in Taesan's hair, and Taesan's hands found his waist like they belonged there. Because they did. Even now.

Even when they shouldn't.

"I can't stop," Leehan whispered against his lips. "I tell myself not to come back, but my body just..."

"Remembers," Taesan finished, voice ragged.

Leehan closed his eyes, forehead pressed to Taesan's. "I keep forgetting I should let you go."

Taesan kissed him again, slower this time. "Then don't."

"But we're not good for each other."

"Maybe," Taesan said. "But no one else makes me feel like this."

Leehan's voice cracked. "Selective memory. I only see the good when it comes to you."

"Then let's stay blind together."

They collapsed onto the couch, kisses turning softer, slower, lingering. They didn't talk about what this meant. They never did. Because by morning, Leehan would probably disappear again.

And by nightfall, Taesan would probably be waiting.

They didn't know how to stay away.
They only knew how to fall again.
And again.
And again.

Because some people aren't meant to be forgotten.
Even when they hurt you.
Even when they leave.

Some people live in your bones.
And it will drive you insane.It will make you want to kill yourself.