Minho is cursed. He has to be. There's no other explanation for how he ended up with a ruined career, busted leg, and is now sitting across the table from the ex-boyfriend who broke his heart. And did he mention how he just learned said ex-boyfriend had a threesome with his best friend? Yeah... one hundred percent cursed... and definitely, one thousand percent not still in love with Han Jisung... maybe... _________ The roulette wheel of emotions, spinning since the week before when he'd first seen Jisung again finally slows to land on one... want. His bruised soul rustles inside of him at the realization. He still wants Jisung... --- Minho is just as beautiful as he remembered. Just as perfect. A flawless collection of delicate lines and sharp angles that had never failed to steal his sanity away. It'd been like that since the first time Jisung saw him. The handsome bartender the forbidden fruit in his garden of Eden. Tired of denying himself and desperate for a taste of sin he'd sworn it would only happen once.