[ it's possibly the longest minute of junsu's life. he sits with his coffee, tries to look casual and calm as he sips it, shifts in his seat. he counts it down in his head, wonders if kwang will have started touching himself, or if he'll have waited. both ideas make him want to stand and get to him immediately.
but he waits. a full minute. then he walks, calmly and slowly, toward the bathroom. he's a little less calm when he opens it and steps inside. ]
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but he waits. a full minute. then he walks, calmly and slowly, toward the bathroom. he's a little less calm when he opens it and steps inside. ]
That felt like a whole hour.