Craving a taste.

PROLOGUE

Fuck off, faggot." Haechan snarled as he shoved Chenle aside and stalked down the hallway. Anger seeping under his skin, making him feel hot and even more irritated, it felt like he was going to burst again.

Why couldn't anyone understand how he felt? Why do people cling so desperately to others, acting like it is normal? It made his stomach twist. It made everything feel wrong.

"Everything is pissing me off," he muttered, dragging a hand through his cherry-red hair. Words are just coming out of his mouth, hot and fast. He was not thinking clearly at all, Haechan was just upset about everything in his life, but he didn't wanna admit that. Not yet, at least.

"Yo, Haechan. You good?

Mark's voice cut through the bass of the music. He stood there, a drink in his hand, with furrowed brows of concern.

Haechan stared at him like the question was an insult. "Do I look fucking okay? Move."

He slapped Mark's hand off his shoulder and pushed past him. The party felt like it was suffocating him, the drinks, the yelling, the dancing, the music drilling into his skull. It's was all too much to him in the moment he just wanted to go home. But-

Where the hell is Jeno?

He had already called five times. Straight to voicemail.

So Haechan started opening doors.

He didn't care whose room it was. Didn't care who yelled at him.

At some point, Haechan started opening every door at the party, just coming in and not caring whose room it was. Didn't care who yelled at him.

He opened one door and saw a couple making out, which forced him to gag slightly.

Opened another, seeing people going at it.

It was nothing new to him ,

But still no Jeno.

He finally made it to the last door at the end of the hall. The room itself appeared empty, but from inside a nearby closet came a clear sound of two men moaning.

Haechan froze, then scoffed.

"Great," he muttered, bitterness curling in his throat. "Finally, something to distract me."

Haechan, being the dick he is, wanted to out these people.

He pulled out his phone, thumb already on the camera. If he couldn't find Jeno, fine - he could at least expose whatever secret bullshit this was. Without thinking twice, he yanked the closet door open.

FLASH.

Two dark brown eyes were staring directly at him, sharp despite the darkness. The owner of the eye's hand tightened in the other boy's hair, as if being caught meant nothing to him, like he wasn't ashamed at all.

Haechan's smirk died instantly.

Because those eyes belonged to Jaemin, and Jaemin knew exactly how disgusted Haechan felt watching him this way, he loved provoking him so Jaemin continued what he was doing with a smirk, trying to stop the boy who was with him from turning around.

But Haechan could tell who it was by the dark brown sweater, baggy jeans and long black hair

And because of that it Haechan's stomach dropped. The boy Jaemin was with, the one he didn't want to recognize.

It couldn't be who he thought it was.

It shouldn't be.

But his heart knew before his mind did. It was impossible. And yet... It had to be.