Minho had survived the last few hours barely able to breathe, so the rush of life that coursed through him gave him life.
Intoxicated him, felt more like an addiction.
Once again, he was caught, completely helpless in the hands of a man who plunged himself into his world, flipping it upside down and refusing to leave. The man who made him lose sleep, the man who made him sick with a level of concern that he'd never felt even for himself.
Minho's fingers tugged on Jae Hyun's hair as he plunged his tongue further into his mouth, kissing him deeper and pulling until he groaned in his mouth, until he was drunk in his scent, in his taste, in his warmth.
Until he got drunk on his breath and the feel of his muscles flexing beneath him.
But more importantly, the feel of Jae Hyun's heartbeat in his chest. That was the only confirmation Minho needed to know that Jae Hyun was here with him, that he wasn't off somewhere in Chicago having the time of his life with God knows who.
