The moment Jun acted like that and left, something inside Yushan tightened with a force he didn't know how to control. His fingers curled into a fist, not from anger, not from irritation, but from a tension so sharp he needed something solid to hold onto just to stay steady.
His hand trembled slightly, the pressure behind it building because of how abruptly everything inside him had shifted.
For several seconds he simply stood there, trying to understand his own state. He could not believe the things he had said the night before; he could not believe the things he had done.
Every moment of last night was painfully clear in his head. The kiss, the touch of Jun's hands, the sound of his voice, the feeling of their bodies, and the words that had slipped from his own mouth.
He remembered all of it.
