introduction

"Won't you..."

"It doesn't matter," the young man with hazel hair cut him off.

He straightened up and stepped closer, stripping off his clothes to reveal his tawny skin and slender waist.

Sitting on his lap, he whispered, "It's just one night, so fuck me properly."

Pressing a finger against the man's lips, he murmured,

"And—"

"No kisses."

. . .

"I'm getting married."

"I'm sorry, Mina."

"What do you mean, Minho?" she muttered, her lips trembling so hard he could hear her teeth clatter.

No matter how much she bit down on her lips, she couldn't hold herself together.

The metallic taste of rust seeped into her mouth.

Her lover sat there, utterly indifferent, telling her he was marrying someone else.

Minho sighed, adjusting his glasses on the bridge of his nose with irritation. "Just get over it."

She gasped sharply, tears spilling from her eyes.

She was furious. Heartbroken.

She stood up and slapped him with everything inside her, hard enough to snap his head to the side. Then she stormed out.

"God, I didn't see that coming."

"I didn't even ask for water, just so she wouldn't throw it at me," he muttered, rubbing his cheek, already sure the mark would linger for a while.