Suga decided to sit down and opened one of the cans of beer, taking a small sip as his eyes followed Zion, who had also taken a seat on one of the sofas and was patiently waiting for Suga to answer the question he had just asked.
Human emotions were strange. Just a little while ago, Suga had been so angry that he had wanted nothing more than to punch this man and knock some sense into him so he would stop saying such nonsense, but now his face was turning red as he looked at just how handsome the man sitting in front of him was. A face and physique like that looked completely out of place inside this cheap little apartment.
Suga offered one of the cans to Zion, and the man obediently took it.
"It's true that you brought me to America without my consent back then, but that was before I knew that your feelings for me were serious. I had all these terrible thoughts that you brought me to your place so you could torture me as freely as you wanted."
"You really thought that?"
