Jun didn't even stop to think when he reached Yushan's bed. Without hesitation, he climbed up and lowered himself toward him, pressing his lips against Yushan's.
Even with the wine clouding his mind, he was fully aware of what he was doing. But he didn't want to think, not about the consequences, not about Yushan's recent breakup, not even about the chaos that should have been warning him to stop.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, a small voice called him reckless, crazy even, yet it was ignored. He couldn't stop. He was done trying to make sense of everything. All that mattered now was the feeling of Yushan beneath his lips, the warmth, the nearness.
At first, their lips froze together, without any movement, and a sudden panic hit him. Was Yushan even willing? The hesitation on Yushan's face, the way he didn't respond, made Jun pull back almost immediately, his chest tightening with guilt and fear.
