Minho finally pieced together what was happening and made an effort to sit up, locking eyes with Seo-Jun. His voice rang out, filled with urgency, "WAIT, STOP! You said today we are going to do things I suggest!" The challenge in his tone seemed to amuse Seo-Jun, who leaned in closer, a teasing smirk playing on his lips as he raised an eyebrow. "So you don't want this?" he asked, the playful tone making Minho hesitate, unsure of how to respond without revealing his true feelings.
Minho felt heat rise to his cheeks as he looked away, murmuring softly, "We… did it yesterday." His attempt to deflect was met with Seo-Jun's indifferent gaze, which held a hint of annoyance. The tension hung in the air as Seo-Jun swiftly grabbed Minho's hand, turning him back toward the couch with a firm grip. "This is not a good excuse." he stated, a confident smirk reappearing on his face as he put Minho's pants down again. Minho, feeling the weight of the situation, struggled to get up, desperation creeping into his voice as he shouted, "WAIT!" trying to halt the inevitable sex that was about to unfold.
Seo-Jun's gaze fell on Minho's back as he casually squeezed his ass, a hint of irritation in his voice as he remarked, "You should start eating more. Your ass is fucking small. It barely opens enough to take my cock in." Minho's anger flared at the comment, thinking to himself, "Bastard! I weigh almost 195 lbs (around 88 kg)! I have a perfectly built body! His dick is the problem here, not my ass!" Just as he was about to defend himself, Seo-Jun's phone began to ring, startling both of them.
As he picked up the phone and turned away, Minho quickly sank back down, his cheeks flushed from the sudden shift in attention. "Thank god his phone rang!" he thought, feeling a sense of relief wash over him. However, that relief was short-lived as he heard Seo-Jun's tone change to one of surprise and irritation, a stark contrast to his usual calm demeanour. "What?" Seo-Jun snapped, his voice sharper than before.
Curiosity piqued, Minho turned to see Seo-Jun's expression. The annoyance in Seo-Jun's voice deepened as he asked, "Are you sure?" Confusion washed over Minho, and he thought, "Something is not right. His voice… changed." Just then, Seo-Jun's cold tone cut through Minho's thoughts, "Okay, I am on my way." He hung up the phone and turned back to Minho, who was eager to ask, "What's wrong?"
But Seo-Jun simply sighed, brushing Minho off as he walked toward the door, slipping on his suit jacket. "Something came up. It's none of your business to know what it is. I will be leaving now." he stated, adjusting his jacket with a finality that left Minho feeling unsettled as he watched Seo-Jun head for the door.
Minho quickly got up as he called out, "Wait! Should I wait for you to come home for dinner?" Seo-Jun's irritation was palpable as he frowned and replied firmly, "No. I am not sure when I will be back." With a decisive motion, he opened the door and slammed it shut behind him, leaving Minho in a cloud of confusion.
Rolling his eyes, Minho flopped onto the couch, exasperated. "Great! Alone again…" he muttered to himself. The hours dragged on as he aimlessly wandered around the house, scrolling through his phone, but the silence felt heavier than usual. When dinnertime finally arrived, he found himself in the kitchen, boiling water for pasta, his mind racing with thoughts. "What could possibly have come up to make him leave so fast?" he pondered, his frustration growing by the minute.
As he stirred the noodles, guilt crept in, nagging at him. "Should I prepare dinner for him too? After all, he probably doesn't have enough brain cells to get himself something to eat." he thought, rolling his eyes again at the notion. With a resigned sigh, he started preparing a second plate of pasta, convinced it was the least he could do. Once he finished eating, he lay back on the couch, his gaze drifting to the table where the scattered papers and the origami cat sat, a quiet reminder of the day's events lingering in the air.
As Minho gazed at the origami cat, he felt an unexpected urge to pick it up, settling back onto the couch. A slight smile crept onto his face as he remarked, "This cat looks silly." gently touching its folded ears. "It... kinda looks like him." he mused, a soft laugh escaping his lips. "After all, he made it."
But then a playful thought crossed his mind, and he added, "But he would probably say that it looks more like me..." The memory of their sex together with the sex toys suddenly flooded back, vivid and embarrassing. He recalled how, during the heat of the moment, Seo-Jun had teased him, saying he looked and acted like a cat. That comment had sent Minho into a flurry of breathless moans, and he couldn't help but repeatedly call out Seo-Jun's name, surrendering to the moment.
The recollection made his cheeks flush, and he shook his head in disbelief. "Agh! Why am I thinking about this?! Dammit! It's all this bastard's fault. He started it earlier! Asshole!" Frustrated, he set the origami cat back on the table, feeling the heat on his face, and grabbed his phone, scrolling through it to distract himself.
Hours slipped by, and as the clock struck 12 a.m., Minho found himself still awake, sitting at the dining table. He glanced at the pasta he had prepared for Seo-Jun, hoping he would return by 10 p.m., but the plate remained untouched. The food was carefully wrapped to keep it warm, and he rested his hand beside it, laying his head down in disappointment. "He probably won't come back soon... I shouldn't have cooked him dinner. It's too late for it anyway... What was I even thinking?!" he sighed, feeling a mix of frustration and… disappointment.
As Minho sat at the dining table, the aroma of the pasta wafted around him, but his eyelids grew heavier with each passing moment. The warm glow of the kitchen light cast a soft halo around the food, and soon enough, he succumbed to the exhaustion, resting his head on the table and slowly falling asleep. Unknowingly to him, his phone lay on the couch, muted and vibrating with Seo-Jun's persistent calls, each one going unanswered as he slipped into a peaceful slumber.
At around 2 a.m., the front door creaked open. Seo-Jun entered with a noticeable heaviness in his footsteps, the sound echoing through the stillness of the apartment. He sighed, a mix of relief and frustration, as he shrugged off his jacket, revealing a few conspicuous bloodstains on his shirt. The stains were stark against the fabric, hinting at a night filled with chaos. With a mischievous smirk playing on his lips, he began folding his sleeves, a clear indication that he was in a surprisingly good mood despite the evidence of a long, possibly tumultuous evening.
His eyes scanned the living room, searching for Minho, but the space was empty, save for the lingering scent of the untouched pasta. Seo-Jun's smirk faltered, replaced by an irritated frown. "Where the hell is he?" he muttered under his breath, frustration creeping into his tone. With a huff, he turned around and strode into the kitchen, half-expecting to find Minho there, perhaps asleep or lost in thought.
Seo-Jun looked at Minho with a cold, emotionless expression, like he was the biggest idiot for making dinner after clearly saying he wouldn't be back soon. The sight of the carefully laid table, filled with steaming dishes, only fuelled Seo-Jun's irritation. He raised an eyebrow, a smirk creeping onto his lips, as if he found Minho's effort utterly laughable. "Pathetic." he thought, feeling a mix of disdain and amusement at the display of misplaced hope.
With a flick of his wrist, he turned away from Minho, the smirk still lingering on his face as he strode out of the kitchen. Each step felt deliberate, almost as if he was savouring the moment of leaving Minho behind in his disappointment, still very much asleep. The door to his room slammed shut with a resounding thud, the noise reverberating through the house and leaving an unsettling silence.