On second thought, Jae Hyun deleted the text before sending it. That sounded so desperate even to his own ears. He had built this image that people feared and couldn't make anyone, especially Minho, think that he'd become that desperate.
What the hell was wrong with him?
Calm the fuck down. He thought, placing the phone back where he found it. He couldn't give the Parks a bad rep just because of a one-time sesh.
Okay, two times.
But then, calming down was close to impossible now that he had a taste of Minho. Not after the way Minho gripped him like his life depended on it, not after he looked at him that, and most of all, not after Jae Hyun claimed him.
Of anything, Minho was just supposed to be his pet, his plaything, someone who only stuck his ass up for Jae Hyun whenever he felt fit, someone he'd mess up and discard when he was done with him.
