[ Little by little, Myung is getting himself back together. Dae has not come back, has not contacted anyone, has just. Left the building, completely.
And Myung has stopped wearing his ex' clothes while moping around. He's stopped expecting phone calls or texts in the middle of the night. At first, it was hard. At first it sucked. But he's managing and he's doing better day by day, and that's due to one thing, and one thing only: Junsu.
Junsu's not let him wallow into self-pity, or self-destruction. Junsu's been there with him every moment he felt like crying, like lashing out, like screaming. They have't really been intimate that much, which surprised Myung at first, but it actually makes sense. He was getting over his heartbreak, and he didn't want to use Junsu, and well - Junsu probably felt awkward about it.
Right? It's not that he never want to again, right?
That's when the worries settle in. At this point, memories and thoughts of Dae are a dull ache in the pit of his stomach, but Myung knows he can't live waiting by the phone. He can't wait for Dae, because Dae's not waiting for him anyway. No. He's got to live his life.
And the more time he spends with Junsu, the more he wants to keep Junsu by his side. But not just like this. He wants more.
Which is how he ends up in Junsu's room, his heart in his throat when he jumps in, not taking the time to think about what he's saying before he says it. ]
>>> zyooms!! a few months later
And Myung has stopped wearing his ex' clothes while moping around. He's stopped expecting phone calls or texts in the middle of the night. At first, it was hard. At first it sucked. But he's managing and he's doing better day by day, and that's due to one thing, and one thing only: Junsu.
Junsu's not let him wallow into self-pity, or self-destruction. Junsu's been there with him every moment he felt like crying, like lashing out, like screaming. They have't really been intimate that much, which surprised Myung at first, but it actually makes sense. He was getting over his heartbreak, and he didn't want to use Junsu, and well - Junsu probably felt awkward about it.
Right? It's not that he never want to again, right?
That's when the worries settle in. At this point, memories and thoughts of Dae are a dull ache in the pit of his stomach, but Myung knows he can't live waiting by the phone. He can't wait for Dae, because Dae's not waiting for him anyway. No. He's got to live his life.
And the more time he spends with Junsu, the more he wants to keep Junsu by his side. But not just like this. He wants more.
Which is how he ends up in Junsu's room, his heart in his throat when he jumps in, not taking the time to think about what he's saying before he says it. ]
Do you still want to have sex with me?