Jhope groaned as he stirred awake, his hand instinctively reaching for the other side of the bed—only to find it empty. His fingers curled into the sheets, his jaw clenching as he let out a heavy sigh. Running a hand through his hair, he forced himself to sit up, his muscles sore, his mind clouded with emotions he didn’t want to deal with.
He moved to the bathroom silently, letting the cold water wash over him, as if it could cleanse away the weight settling in his chest. But as he stepped out, towel around his waist, his eyes caught sight of himself in the mirror. His gaze trailed over the deep, scattered hickeys on his neck, and despite himself, a small smile ghosted his lips.But the moment was fleeting—his face soon twisted in guilt.
Jung Hoseok
💭What I did was fucking wrong how could I let my self touch Taehyung when I hunted him💭
With a frustrated sigh, he quickly got dressed, shaking his head as if trying to rid himself of the thoughts creeping in
Stepping out of the room, he was too lost in thought to notice the person in front of him—until he walked straight into them.
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