> Three days.
Ji-Han didn't come back.
And it annoyed him.
Not because someone had hit on him. But because he had liked the tone. The look. That dangerous game between provocation and promise.
But he wasn't the kind to chase after boys with killer eyes. Not this time.
He didn't notice someone had been waiting for him.
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Ji-Han's place — 11:42 PM
> Three sharp knocks on the door.
Ji-Han opened it, shirtless, hair damp, a towel around his waist.
He didn't even need to speak.
It was him.
The guy from the wall.
— "You thought you could ditch me with a punchline?"
Ji-Han leaned against the doorframe.
— "I thought I made it clear I don't give myself to strangers who draw fantasies on walls."
— "Perfect. Then let's get to know each other."
He pulled a small black spray can from his jacket and raised his hand...
Before quickly tagging "Jae-In" on the hallway wall.
— "There. Now you've got my name."
Ji-Han watched him, half amused, half tempted.
— "Still want to break a bed?"
Jae-In smiled.
— "No."
He stepped closer, until his fingers lightly brushed Ji-Han's bare chest.
— "Now, I want to make you beg."