Chapter 90: The Door
Jae-min's first instinct was to run after him, to close the distance before Jihan could disappear into the crowd and carry away whatever wrong conclusion he'd just formed. But the sound that reached him from the other bathroom stopped him cold before he could take a single step.
"Tae-hyun," a voice slurred, thick and mournful. "I miss you so much, man. Where'd you go."
The door swung open, and Min-woo stumbled out, one hand braced against the frame, hair damp at the temples, looking like a man who'd just had an intense, one-sided conversation with a sink.
Jae-min's concern for Jihan warred violently with the absurdity in front of him, and for a moment he just stood there, torn between two directions at once.
"Min-woo."
"Jae." Min-woo blinked at him, swaying slightly. "You're not Tae-hyun?"
"No. You just kissed me and jihan saw that."
"I'm sorry, I thought you—"
