Lust: A Fictional Narrative

Days had passed, though it felt as if only yesterday he could hear the door slam after they called out, could hear his own scream before the loud crash that sounded in the kitchen when he had found his way to his feet and nearly tossed the table across the room. Glasses shattered, papers flew in every direction before they were littered haphazardly across the floor and Shigeki found himself on his knees with his face buried in his hands. He could have gone after them, should have, but in that moment he was stuck, stuck behind a wall of confusion and hurt; hurt that was his own fault. Shigeki could have stopped Lex, but instead he let them slip from his grasp rather than pursuing him; he should have followed them, should have wrapped his arms around them and admitted full on that they meant something to him. Shigeki let the man he
He wasn't ready to face Lex, or rather he was afraid to face him, but still, he dialed their number and the moment he heard them pick up he spoke, not giving them a chance to say anything. "I'm heading out to that abandoned warehouse; I already emailed you all the information, from the leads to the target. I know this isn't ideal, I know you don't want to see me and I can't apologize right now... But please Lex, help me finish this case."

It all made sense, the downward spiral, the countless bottles of vodka, the sleepless nights, and the nights he drank so much just to sleep to escape the pain. Domen Shigeki, infamous secret agent, or rather Son Taehyun was in love; he was in love with Lex. He couldn’t imagine them feeling the same way, not with how he let them walk away; but maybe, just maybe this case coming to a close would make a little more sense. He knew he was in love, but now, he couldn’t admit it; not yet; for he feared