Minho1

— Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

The evening in their apartment was warm until Jisung, running his fingers through Minho's hair as he lay on his lap, asked the question that had been hanging in the air for the past year and a half. "Damn, we've been together so long... and we never even thought about sex," his voice was soft, filled with simple curiosity.

Minho froze. All the warmth instantly left his body, replaced by a piercing cold that was nauseatingly familiar. "Why... why are you talking about this?" His whisper was barely audible.

Jisung, not sensing any harm, shrugged softly, continuing to gently stroke his head. — I'm just curious. We've been together for so long, and you've never… even mentioned it. It's weird.

The word "strange" echoed in Minho's ears like a metallic ringing. He saw not Jisung's face, but another—distorted in the darkness; he felt not the soft sofa, but the rough fabric of the carpet digging into his cheek. The smell of someone else's sweat, alcohol, and the crushing pain that had mentally torn him away from his own body. His stomach tightened into a tight, painful knot.

"Stop it," Minho blurted out, and he recoiled as if from fire. He stood up, his whole body shaking. "Please, just stop talking."

But Jisung, still not understanding the depth of the abyss into which his world was falling, tried to gently hold his hand.

• Hey, I'm okay... Ho, let's just talk.

That tone, that terrifyingly kind tone, was the last straw. The wall Minho had so carefully built for a year and a half crumbled to dust. He didn't just cry. His body shook with sobs that tore through him with such force he could barely breathe. Tears streamed in hot streams, washing away his mask. He wrapped his arms around himself, trying to physically keep himself from breaking apart.

Jisung froze in horror, his hand hanging in the air. He saw not just tears, but a whole universe of pain in the eyes of the man he loved, a pain he had never even suspected existed. “Be quiet…” Minho begged through tears.