Tears roll out of Taemin’s eyes and Minho snaps. He grips tightly around the boy’s wrists and throws him aside, the latter losing balance falling onto the ground. Taemin whimpers but he gets up and clings hopelessly on Minho. His hands crawling forth around Minho’s waist, his face buried within the male’s blazer. Taemin is saying something, saying anything to make the latter stay but it’s incoherent. Large calloused warm palms try to pry the other off, but Taemin’s fingernails only dig deeper, clinging onto Minho’s blazer not wanting to let go. Minho takes a deep breath, puts one balmy hand on top of the latter’s smaller hand and forces slowly each finger apart from his blazer. Each minute he stays longer, Minho knows it’ll be harder to go, so he snaps again. Roughly removing the boy from himself, pushing Taemin onto the cold, unforgiving floor. Minho makes way to the door quickly, each step feeling harder to stay stoic when his lover is screaming from the floor. Not even when the door slams locked behind him does it quench the unnerving guilt. The chauffeur is out by the black vehicle like Minho had left him an hour ago. He blows other one of his Marlboro lights, detached from his surroundings as he peers at the blackness. The driver hears the heavy gravel treading coming closer to him, so he looks forward to Minho. There is no exchange of words just a single glance and the driver knows its time. He opens the car door for his boss and Minho’s pretty sure if not certain, he saw a small frown upon the silent driver’s cold face. Minho dismisses it though, and commands to go back to his work place. The chauffer obeys without any hesitation and the drive is painfully slow with the city traffic. Minho closes his eyes trying to ease the lack of sleep he hasn’t been receiving. It haunts him though. Haunting his every being, the haunting struggle grips the brutal man’s heart and Minho wonders if he made the right choice.