Junhui's outstretched hand fell back down, his hope crumbling down to black ash. Minghao...

Junhui crouched down, holding his head in pain as his feelings ran around his mind, on a lonely road..

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Minghao slammed their dorm room shut as he sat on the edge of the bed, gripping his hair and throwing his phone to the side.

Each breath of Minghao's was heavier than the last. Junhui gasped for breath as he busted the door open, running to Minghao.
"H-Hao-"

Minghao bit out, "I'm a game to you right?" His voice was thick with frustration and pain. His chest felt tight as words spilled out his mouth before he could stop them.

Junhui stiffened, his gaze meeting Minghao's, sharp and unreadable, something distant in his eyes..

"Hao.. is that what you really think?" Junhui's voice was low, as of he was trying to hold back something. "I'm here, I genuinely love you, I'm sorry I didn't tell you about me fucking others or getting with others but please that was the past I-"

Minghao's fists clenched tighter, his words coming out faster. "So you just didn't trust me enough or what fucking bullshit are you spewing?"

The silence was painful, Junhui sighing, his expression unreadable. He took a step forward to Minghao, in a way which made Minghao's pulse quicken, his breath hitching in his throat.

"I trust you." Junhui said quietly. "Maybe you just don't trust me."

Minghao froze, his heartbeat rising, hammering his chest. Before he could say anything, Junhui lifted his hand softly, lightly brushing Minghao's jaw, their gazes locked.

Junhui's tone was rough. "You think I don't love you?"

Minghao's anger started to falter under the weight of Junhui's proximity, as Junhui gently stroked his thumb across Minghao's lips.

"Maybe I just love you too much."

A shiver, cold, struck down Minghao's spine.

The intense state of Junhui scattered Minghao's thoughts, as Minghao's lips went dry.
The burning desire mingled with his frustration, before Junhui closed the gap, crashing his lips against Minghao's.

It was rough, hungry, but angry.

Junhui's hands spread down Minghao's back, pressing their bodies together.

Minghao breathed heavily.

"You love me? Show me."