my new muse ❧ showhyuk

final.

Minhyuk wasn't one to hate people, nor was he one to destroy precious art pieces. But there he was, cursing Kihyun's name and tearing apart everything he had ever made with the man's face on it.

How could Kihyun leave him like that? After all he had done, all he had sacrificed, all the effort he had put into their relationship—How could Kihyun so easily bring his boyfriend into his home, their home? Why was it so easy for Kihyun to cheat, when all Minhyuk did was love him?

Of course, they hadn't technically seen each other in three months, aside from their (previously) nightly video calls. With Minhyuk spending the semester in France and Kihyun stuck at the college dorms, it was impossible for them to go out in person.

It was only three months, though. Kihyun couldn't wait three months?

Minhyuk remembers everything about his last video call with Kihyun, and how he had been the one to call in the middle of the night, because Kihyun was supposed to call him but didn't. The pink haired male had said that he was very busy with homework, but Minhyuk could keep the video open if he wanted. He did. Back then, he had wanted to watch Kihyun, even if he was only studying.

Now, he wanted to kill him.

That last night of his trip, when he had his last video call, he painted a picture of Kihyun with his nose buried in a textbook. "I have a surprise for you when I come back," he said happily, unknowing of what was going to come. "I can't wait to see you again."

Kihyun only smiled.

When Minhyuk got off the plane after his twelve hour flight from France to Korea, there was no one to greet him at the airport. However, his dorm room was quite full, he realized, when he unlocked the door to find Kihyun and a blonde student lying on a bed. "I'm back," he said tiredly. "Who's this?"

Kihyun opened his mouth to speak, but the blonde man beat him to it. "Shin Hoseok. Kihyun's boyfriend."

"Your what?" Minhyuk shrieked, marching the few steps across their dorm to where Kihyun stood. "Did he just say—"

"That's my boyfriend," Kihyun said with a nod. "Shin Hoseok, meet my roommate Minhyuk."

The brunette gasped. "Roommate? Roommate, is that all I am now?" He hiccuped as tears streamed down his cheeks. His head was pounding from exhaustion and anger. "Was I always just a roommate to you?"

"Good boyfriends don't leave their boyfriends alone in their dorm for three months."

"I was studying!" Minhyuk's voice cracked as he yelled. "You're acting like I was partying for three months." He looked at the blonde man sitting on the bed in shock. "How long has he been in here?"

Kihyun didn't answer.

Hoseok spoke up. "I didn't know about this."

"Leave."

Kihyun whipped around to face Hoseok. "Stay." The man looked around nervously.

"Did you fucking just—"

"How about you leave, Minhyuk? You've been gone long enough."

The brunette gasped and wiped at the tears on his cheeks. "Yoo Kihyun, you are a bastard. A fucking bastard. You'd rather have this whore over me—"

"Don't talk about him like that," Kihyun scowled. "Hoseok had nothing to do with this. It's your own fault."

Minhyuk swallowed a lump in his throats and pushed his way towards his desk, where sketchbooks and paintings were still where he left them on his shelves. He piled them up neatly and worked on fitting them inside his portfolio. None of them said a word as he packed up his things to leave. Thankfully for him, all of his clothes was still packed away in his suitcase, along with his art supplies. With his messenger bag and portfolio in one arm and his suitcase in the other, he nodded goodbye and left. As he walked down the hall, he could hear screaming coming from his former room.