บท 97: I Am Not Shun

Suu Jin was staring at the ceiling, replaying the days prior. Two days he had not held Xiong Shun in his arms. Two days he had not heard from his lover. Two days since he found out about the kiss. Two days since they argued.

[Jin was pissed as he pulled off his wig and dress. He pulled on a t-shirt and pants as he waited for the silver haired male. He sat on the bed, staring at the door, and holding his phone. The injury on his hand was nothing compared to the pain in his heart. He listened to the voicemails Shun had sent him, all 5 of them. The first 4 were apologizing to him, saying he loved him, but the last voicemail was nothing more than, “Let’s talk when I get back.”

So, he waited.