Masek Club: Junho

Prologue

Quella notte era in piedi davanti alla stanza di un amore

That night he was standing in front of a love's room

Hotel, with half-closed eyes staring at the ***** guy who he had opened the door for him. The boy smiled, his thin lip showing the glint of his teeth. Soobin's ears were deaf, as if a bomb had fallen near him. And the cold winter air had managed to penetrate even the empty corridors.

But the boy was numb to the cold. He was wearing only a mask of lace, tacky, too big for his little face. And he smelled of sex.

"Ah! You are here," said the boy. "Come on, get in before anyone sees us."

Without thinking, Soobin moved to enter the room. The cold had exhausted him. The boy closed the door quietly.

The stifling smell of sweaty bodies made him turn up his nose. Soobin was looking for Junho and to find him he had come a long way, he took the train and the bus. But he must have done something wrong, he couldn't be there. It had been a fool to follow the signal on his cell phone.

"Better take off your clothes. It's hot here. You can leave them in the bathroom, we don't want them to be caught on cameras." said the ***** boy.

Cameras?

Soobin was about to say something when a series of sighs and moans caught his attention.

There were four ***** boys on the bed. Two of them touched as they watched the other two have sex.

The black-haired boy was lying on his back, the other boy was on top of him, moaning and writhing. The black-haired boy pushed his pelvis against the buttocks of the young man above him. His skins collided with each other, with loud pops.

The bed seemed too small to hold them all.

Soobin was already taking a step back. He would run away and then she would call Junho, once he got back on the bus that would take him home. Soobin would have walked out of that room immediately, had it not been a detail that had stopped him.

The black-haired boy lying on the bed with an expression enthusiastic, it was Junho. And he was fucking someone who wasn't him.

Suddenly, an explosion of anger and disappointment crushed his stomach. Junho's smile broke in the middle of a sigh when he finally saw Soobin.

He widened his eyes.

"Bibi?"

And he also had the courage to look astonished, the bastard.

At worst he would have killed him.

"Really, Junho?" he exclaimed with cold irony. "Are you serious?"

"Wait a second..."

But Soobin wouldn't even give him a time. He walked over to the door and opened it.

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Thanks for reading this little paragraph.

This is the prologue, set a few years before the events of the story.