Being one to not show emotions, Minho's charm hit Jae Hyun differently. It was the way Minho's long fingers circled the nipples that grounded him, stirred him, and had need punching him in the gut. Sure, Jae Hyun intended to taunt Minho, but the tables had turned the average hook up into something intense. Something raw and delicious. Jae Hyun needed it.
Now, his body was forcing him to relent.
To not be the Don of the Parks Family.
To be Jae Hyun.
He leaned further backward, pulling Minho's face gently towards his. They had both expected the kiss. It was there, lingering.
Never in a thousand years had Minho thought that he'd see Jae Hyun in dire need like he was now, and he had to admit some twisted part of him liked the view. He didn't expect his hands, so hard and rough to caress his cheeks with such gentleness. He didn't anticipate the furrow of Jae Hyun's brows almost as if he was in pain.
