That explained why his brain was already itching like crazy and telling him that if he just had more, he wouldn't be in this sort of pain. He knew that was an awful idea but there was part of him that was tempted. Anything to get rid of the headache. He had anxiety surging through him and he couldn't get certain things out of his head.

He could still see Cheon over him and he didn't want to see it. "I need a shower." Cheon fucked him, didn't he? Cheon fucked him on camera. What was he supposed to do about that.

Pushing himself up, he stabilised himself on the wall to get up without help. "I'll shower and -- and then it's fine."