The relentless drumming of the shower was a percussive backdrop to Seo-Jun's thoughts, each drop of water a tiny hammer against the anvil of his mind. He stood, eyes closed, the steam a hazy curtain around him, as he replayed the conversation with Lily. Her words, sharp and probing, had bounced off him, but it was Minho's expression that lingered. The furrow of his brow, the way his lips had thinned with concern – these were the images that refused to be erased. "I can't keep ignoring him." he finally admitted to himself, the words a reluctant surrender to the inevitable. "And in the end, I have to make things clear. Either I want to be with him or not... it's up to me..." The weight of this decision was a physical presence, a leaden cloak that settled upon his shoulders, pulling him down into the depths of uncertainty.
The darkness within him seemed to amplify the chaos. His mind, a rogue artist, began to paint vivid pictures of Minho, his features sharp and clear, his touch a phantom against Seo-Jun's skin. The memory was a drug, a potent mix of longing and fear. "Ha, I am going crazy..." he groaned, the sound swallowed by the roar of the water. He stroked his hands down to his lower abdomen, fingers finding the knotted muscle of his dick. The physical act was a desperate attempt to pleasure himself, to find some semblance of control in the swirling vortex of his emotions. But even the simple act of masturbation became a torment, his thoughts, like relentless tides, pulling him back to Minho. He started moving his hand faster, the pressure a small release, a temporary reprieve from the storm within. "This idiot - making me do this..." he muttered while moaning from pleasure, a strange mixture of frustration and something akin to amusement flickering across his face. The water, now tepid, began to lose its appeal. Finally, after a few minutes, he turned off the shower, the sudden silence a deafening contrast to the previous noise. He emerged, a towel wrapped around his waist, the cool air a shock to his heated skin. He walked slowly toward the bed, the image of Minho still imprinted on his mind. Sitting down, he picked up his phone, the smooth glass a stark contrast to the turmoil inside him. "I will tell him the truth... then he will decide what he wants to do next..." With a deep breath, he unlocked the screen, his fingers already beginning to compose a message.
Minho collapsed onto his bed, the weight of a day spent shopping with Lily heavy on his shoulders. "I am not made for shopping..." he mumbled, his voice barely a whisper. He stared at the ceiling, a wry smile playing on his lips. "Good thing I am gay, and guys don't usually go for long shopping trips like women do." A sigh escaped his lips as he closed his eyes, hoping for sleep to claim him. But his mind, it seemed, had other plans.
Images of Seo-Jun flickered behind his eyelids. "Did he go to bed already?" he wondered. "It's not that late, maybe he is still working." Frustration tightened his features, and he pushed himself up, a frown etching itself onto his face. "What's the point in working your ass off if you don't go home and rest here after work?! Jerk..." he muttered, before flopping back onto the bed.
A buzz from his phone broke the silence. Minho snatched it up, a surge of hope coursing through him. "Is it… him?" he silently hoped. And it was. A message from Seo-Jun. "I didn't have the time to go on the track lately, so I will be going tomorrow. Are you interested in coming with me?"
A blush crept up Minho's neck, but it was quickly replaced by a familiar anger. "Oh, so he doesn't want to come home, but he wants to go on the racetrack?! Stupid bastard..." But before he could fully indulge in his irritation, his fingers were already flying across the screen, texting back: "I am coming." He tossed the phone aside, burying himself under the covers, a mix of embarrassment and anticipation churning within him.
Across town, Seo-Jun read the message, a smirk spreading across his face. "I am looking forward to seeing your face in person this time... Minho..."
The world had tilted, the familiar comfort of Minho's bed now a treacherous landscape, hours bleeding into one another until the sweet embrace of sleep finally claimed Minho. He was adrift in a sea of dreams when the abruptness of something crashed against him, a hard, unwelcome surface jolting him awake. His eyes fluttered open, and there, inches away, was Seo-Jun, a smirk playing upon his lips, an unsettling gleam reflecting the dim light filtering through the blinds.
Minho recoiled, a startled gasp escaping his lips as he scrambled backward, the sudden proximity of Seo-Jun a shock to his mind. The sheets tangled around his legs, a fleeting moment of clumsiness before he found purchase, sitting upright, heart pounding. "Seo-Jun, what the fuck are you doing here?!" he demanded, the words tumbling out in a rush, laced with a mixture of disbelief and a burgeoning, unfamiliar warmth. Seo-Jun's smirk widened, his gaze unwavering as he leaned closer, the space between them shrinking until Minho could feel the warmth of his breath against his cheek. "Isn't it obvious? I missed you." he murmured, his voice a low, seductive rumble that sent a shiver down Minho's spine, before pressing a gentle kiss to Minho's cheek.
A blush erupted across Minho's face, his heart hammering against his ribs as he instinctively pulled away, a mix of surprise and confusion swirling within him. He could still feel the ghost of Seo-Jun's lips on his skin, a tingling sensation that made him want to lean back in. "B-but you... you said you wouldn't be home soon!" he stammered, the words barely audible, his voice betraying the turmoil within him. Seo-Jun chuckled, the sound sending another shiver down Minho's spine as he moved, seamlessly shifting his weight to hover over Minho, his eyes now alight with an intensity that stole the air from Minho's lungs. "When did I say I wouldn't be home soon? I want to be next to you." he whispered, his voice a low rumble that sent a thrill through Minho, a sensation he was both terrified and exhilarated by. He reached for Minho's hand, his fingers intertwining with his, guiding it first to his chest, where Minho could feel the steady beat of his heart, then lower, igniting a fire within Minho's gaze, a silent promise hanging in the air between them.
Seo-Jun's smirk returned, a slow curve of his lips as he reached out, his fingers gently tilting Minho's chin upward. "If this is what you wanted all along," he murmured, his voice a low rumble, "why didn't you just say so? I would have come right back."
Minho's gaze darted away, a blush creeping up his neck as he grabbed Seo-Jun's dick, stroking it gently. Seo-Jun chuckled as he started moaning softly from the pleasurable touch. "You're adorable… when you're shy." he said, his eyes sparkling with joy. He reached out, taking Minho's hand that was holding his cock, and pressing a soft kiss to his knuckles. Then, leaning closer, his breath ghosting against Minho's ear, he whispered, "Now, let me return the favour."
His hands moved then, finding purchase on Minho's dick. The grip was firm, and Minho gasped, his eyes squeezing shut as a sound escaped his lips, a mix of pleasure and something else entirely. His face and neck flushed red. Seo-Jun's voice, a velvet caress, reached him again. "If you're enjoying it, don't wake up."
The words were a key, unlocking a door in Minho's mind. His eyes snapped open, a look of disbelief etched on his features. Then, he was awake, the dream a fading echo as he sat bolt upright in his bed, sweat plastering his hair to his forehead. The sheets were tangled around him, and a flush still burnt on his skin. Seo-Jun was gone.
A moment of stunned silence stretched, then Minho slapped himself hard, the sound echoing in the quiet room. "What the hell was that dream?!" he muttered, his voice laced with a mixture of confusion and something akin to mortification. He looked down at the rumpled covers that were covered in sperm, a wry smirk of embarrassment playing on his lips . "Fucking hell..."