Chapter 2

Taekyung couldn't breathe; it was all spinning. The stall walls seemed to press down on him, like an iron fist squeezing his heart, putting out its erratic rythm. He felt naked, caught between a hallway and locked doors.

Min Haesoo. He had seen it all.

"Snap out of it." Haeoo said. He stood causally, leaning slightly against the open stall door.

Taekyung zipped up his pants clumsily, muttering apologies as he went. His face was burning with embarrassment; he wanted so badly to shove himself down the toilet, to get away from Haesoo. He couldn't see him like this. Not like this, in this humiliating state. It wasn't supposed to be like this- "I-it's not what you think..! I didn't- I wasn't-"

𝘚𝘯𝘢𝘱.

Taekyung blinked. Haesoo was holding up his phone, an amused smirk on his face.

"No... no no no." Taekyung felt his body slacken, felt everything simply go numb. All he could see was the phone. The phone, capturing it all. "No.." He whimpered, hugging himself tightly, nails digging into his arms. Haesoo, Haesoo, Haesoo.. It was all over.. What would Haesoo think of him now..? That fist, gripping his heart so, tightened. And crushed it.

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Haesoo almost didn't believe it when he passed out. Just like that. It was such a shock, he couldn't hold back his laughter as he looked down at Lee Taekyungs limp body. Even in such a precarious position, his body spread out awkwardly over the toilet, he was still cute. Haesoo grinned. He reached down, and gently caressed Taekyungs face. "So cute."