Minjun's heart hurt and, yeah, he was sure that he didn't look as good as Gyungho. He wasn't exactly plagued with low self-esteem, his recent doubts were just a result of emotional upheaval, but he knew he hadn't slept, he knew he'd cried, he'd drunk too much and just overall, nothing that furthered any fantasies. Unless someone fantasied about wrecked punks, which he supposed might be possible.

But nothing mattered when he kissed back. Not that he hated himself for giving in, not that his broken heart hadn't even had a chance to heal yet and not that, really, he had been meaning to tell Gyungho that he could shove his love up his own ass for all he cared. He just kissed back, eagerly, because he felt as if he needed Gyungho. More than he had ever needed anyone or anything.

"I hate you," he muttered against his lips finally, shaking his head.