Min Jae was utterly still. Too still. Seo-jun could feel the tension thrumming through his body, a live wire of anxiety. He wasn't relaxing into the afterglow; he was frozen, as if any movement might cause him to break apart.
"Min Jae?" Seo-jun whispered, his voice rough.
A tremor ran through the body beside him. Min Jae slowly pushed himself up, breaking the contact. He sat on the edge of the bed, his back to Seo-jun, his shoulders hunched. The moonlight streaming through the window carved his profile in silver and shadow, highlighting the rigid line of his spine.
"That was a mistake," Min Jae said, his voice hollow, stripped of the passion that had gripped him just minutes before.
The words landed like a physical blow. Seo-jun pushed himself up onto his elbows. "What?"
"It was… too much. It was…" Min Jae ran a hand through his disheveled hair, a gesture of profound agitation. "It wasn't right."
