ON CUE | HYUNHO ⚘

twelve.

⚘ Need. ⚘

I locked myself in my bedroom the minute I got home. I spent the rest of the night avoiding Minho, even in the car ride home. Which by the way, was full of him giving me looks. That's the most he has ever looked at me. I didn't look at him once, but I saw it all out of the corner of my eye.

I don't know what the hell to do. I'm not even convinced what happened actually happened. I don't believe it. I don't believe I kissed Lee Minho, after everything that has happened between us— which is nothing.

He hates me. I hate him. We hate each other, so why did we kiss each other? Why do I want him? Why does he want me?

Butterflies fill my stomach.

It's scary, but it's the truth. I want him. I want him to kiss me again, I want him to shove me against the wall, I want him to get jealous when I to another man. I want him, but I hate him. I hate him so much.

God, it makes me so angry. I don't know what's going on. I don't.. understand.

I open the bathroom door, stepping inside. I walk over to the walk–in shower, opening the door and starting the shower. I think a cold shower might calm me down. I start to unbutton my shirt.

The door suddenly opens. Not my door, Minho's door. He steps inside the bathroom, closing the door behind him, and I basically scream.

"Minho!" I yell, trying to button my shirt back up. I turn away from him, hiding myself. "What the actual fuck do you think you are—" I spin back around.

"What the hell was that in the hallway?" He suddenly  interrupts me and asks as he steps closer to me. He crosses his arms.

I stop trying to button my shirt up. I look at him with shock. I don't know what to say. He seems angry, and I'm scared. I clear my throat. "W—What?" I ask cringing when I stutter.

His eyes squint. Oh god.

What have I started?

"You heard me." He says, and takes another step closer.

I take one as well, backing away. However, he takes another one. My chest gets heavy. This continues until I am against the door, and he is standing right in front of me. I have nowhere left to go, I'm stuck.

I inhale a shaky breath as I look up at him. "Look, I don't know what you want— but please don't start anything. I'm not in the mood to argue." I say quietly. "I really don't want too...not after tonight."

He looks down at me as I'm basically shrinking. "I didn't come here to argue." He shakes his head.

He takes yet another step until our bodies are touching. I gasp at the feeling. He smirks. "I came here, to either get answers..." he pauses, putting a hand on my jaw. "Or finish what we started."

My eyes widen. "I—I.." I can't even get words out. This is all too much. His face is right at mine, as he looks at me with eyes full of desire. His hand on my jaw, his body touching mine.

I open my mouth to speak, but I can't get anything to come out. He raises a brow. "Why are you silent? You started this, Hyunjin." He says, but I still don't say anything. He lets out a sigh. "Fine, okay.."

I expect him to back away, but he doesn't. His other hand goes to my waist, holding me. He takes his other, other hand off of my jaw and puts it on my waist as well. "Can I just kiss you again?"

No! No no!... please.
Stop. Shake it off.

"Minho.." I whisper, shaking my head. "We shouldn't be doing this. This isn't right. We hate each other, remember?" I ask.