The water cascaded over Seo-Jun's body, yet it did little to wash away the turmoil brewing within him. "Lily's words are really starting to mess with my mind." he thought, the frustration evident in the tight set of his jaw. "I should get it together now and stop taking care of him. He is just someone... not important..." But even as the thought formed, an unwelcome image flickered in his mind: Minho's face, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. A smirk, unwanted and yet undeniable, tugged at Seo-Jun's own lips. He looked down, the smirk widening while his dick was twitching because of the image in his head. "Ha, I only imagine his face, and I am already hard. What did he do to me?"
The shower's spray ceased, and Seo-Jun emerged, wrapping a thick bathrobe around himself. "Whatever it is, he will pay for it." he vowed, the words a promise hanging in the air.
Across the hall, Minho wrestled with his own demons in his room. He was a mess of flushed cheeks and seething anger, tossing and turning on his bed. "Am I really falling for this punk?! THIS WAS NOT SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN!" He sat up, the words a desperate plea. "No, it's not true. I don't have any feelings for him. I am sure! Let's go to bed now and stop thinking bullshit!" With a final, defiant sigh, he lay back, pulling the covers close, and closed his eyes, hoping for the sweet oblivion of sleep.
The weight of the day finally began to recede as Minho closed his eyes. Just as he teetered on the brink of sleep, a jarring buzz ripped through the quiet. His phone, a cold rectangle on the nightstand, vibrated insistently, pulling him back from the edge of slumber. With a groan of protest, he reached for it, the movement slow and steady. The screen illuminated his face, the harsh light revealing the lines of exhaustion etched around his eyes. A text message blinked at him: "You already left? I thought you were going to stay and repay me for saving you today."
A wave of conflicting emotions washed over Minho. Disappointment, sharp and unexpected, pricked at him. He hadn't wanted Seo-Jun to just use him. He hadn't wanted to be just Seo-Jun's sex buddy. But the unspoken misunderstanding between them, the terms of their uneasy alliance, held him captive. "He protected me... because of the sex... nothing else." he whispered, the words a fragile defence against the truth. The truth that flickered in the back of his mind, a dangerous ember he desperately tried to extinguish. With a sigh that carried the weight of his frustration and a hint of a sadness he refused to name, he typed a curt reply: "I am coming."
He moved with a newfound purpose, the weariness momentarily forgotten. Moments later, he was in Seo-Jun's room, the air thick with a different kind of tension. The dim light cast long shadows, and the only sound was the soft rustle of the sheets. Minho's body moved with a practiced ease towards Seo-Jun's body. He focused on the pleasure from the sex, his mind blank. He covered his mouth with a corner of the blanket, a desperate attempt to muffle his heavy breathing, conscious of Lily sleeping in the next room. Seo-Jun's gaze, usually shifting and restless, was fixed on Minho's face, unwavering. It was an unsettling scrutiny, a silent interrogation that made the hairs on the back of his neck prickle. He couldn't help but think, the pleasurable sensation from the sex behind, "I should stay away from him... but what am I doing now?... You are such an idiot, Seo-Jun… He probably doesn't even enjoy it. He hasn't looked at me once." Minho was indeed with closed eyes all the time fight to resist the pull for more. He was blushing and enjoying it quite a lot. But Seo-Jun had enough, stopping mid-action, he pulled away and sat on the bed, feeling frustrated and kind of guilty. He then thought, "Why did I even pull back? Do I really care how he is feeling?" The silence in the room was suddenly deafening, amplifying the unspoken questions that hung between them, heavy and unanswered.
The abrupt cessation of the sex jolted Minho. Confusion clouded his features; his eyes snapped open, and his posture straightened in a swift, instinctive reaction. "What happened?! Why did he stop?" The question echoed in the sudden quiet of the room. He leaned closer to Seo-Jun, a concerned frown etching itself onto his brow. "What's wrong? Are you okay?"
A memory flickered—Seo-Jun, burning with fever, his face flushed and his body sweating. The recollection triggered a surge of worry. Minho jumped slightly, the movement born of genuine concern. "Do you feel sick again? Any fever?" Before waiting for a response, he reached out, his hand hovering for a moment before gently touching Seo-Jun's forehead, checking for any sign of elevated temperature.
Seo-Jun, caught off guard by Minho's sudden solicitude, looked at him with a mixture of surprise and confusion. A faint smile tugged at the corners of his lips, a secret indulgence in the moment. "He is worried again... I am lost when it comes to that face of his..." he thought, his gaze fixed on Minho's face, the worry etched there a stark contrast to his own composed exterior. He continued to stare at Minho and thought again, "Maybe I do care about him more than I thought... And maybe he is not just someone not important..." and with this, he gently touched Minho's cheek and kissed him.
Minho flinched, a reflex of surprise, but made no move to pull away. The kiss, unexpected and yet somehow inevitable, held a different weight than before. "He... is kissing me. But this time... it feels different..." he thought, the realisation dawning slowly. And with that thought, he responded, his lips meeting Seo-Jun's in a tentative, yet undeniable, reciprocation.
After a few seconds, Seo-Jun's lips parted from the kiss, his voice a gentle murmur in the quiet room. "I'm fine." he reassured, his words like a soft melody. "Just tired from work, I think. I just want to rest." With a sigh, he settled onto the bed, his eyes fluttering closed, seeking solace in the darkness.
Minho, perched beside him, wore a mask of confusion, his thoughts a whirlwind. "Just like that?! He's going to stop in the middle of the sex?! Whatever…" A roll of his eyes betrayed his inner turmoil. "Well then, I'll leave you to rest." he announced, rising from the bed, a sense of unease washing over him. But Seo-Jun's voice, a low command, halted his departure. "No one said you should. Stay."
Minho flinched, surprise evident in his eyes, and sank back onto the bed. The silence stretched, thick with unspoken words, as Minho's gaze darted around the room, a silent plea for guidance. "What now?" his thoughts echoed.
One eye of Seo-Jun cracked open, observing Minho's inaction. With a swift movement, he reached out, his fingers finding Minho's hand, pulling him down onto his chest. "Is it so hard to understand what I want?" he murmured, his eyes locked on Minho's.
A blush crept up Minho's neck, a wave of embarrassment washing over him. "You didn't say you wanted me to lie next to you! How should I know what you're thinking?!" he retorted, his voice a touch louder than before, yet he remained nestled in Seo-Jun's embrace.
Seo-Jun chuckled, a soft, melodic sound, as he tightened his hold. "Cute…" he murmured, before closing his eyes once more. Minho's blush deepened, his heart a frantic drum against his ribs. "Why is he hugging me like this?! Does he have a fever again?" he wondered, his body frozen in place, a mixture of confusion and a secret, thrilling anticipation swirling within him.