Warning: ⚠️ This chapter contains explicit sexual content, nudity, and adult themes involving sexual activity. Reader discretion is strongly advised.
The car was a tomb on wheels, the silence broken only by the hum of the engine and the ragged sound of their breathing. Seo-jun sat frozen, his cheek still stinging from the slap, his mind reeling from Min-jae's painful accusation.
Then, Min-jae moved.
It wasn't a gentle motion. It was a shift in the atmosphere, a predator closing in. His fingers, which had moments before been clenched into a fist, now came up to trace the line of Seo-jun's jaw, then down the column of his throat. The touch was feather-light, a stark contrast to the violence that preceded it.
"Min-jae-ssi…" Seo-jun whispered, his voice trembling.
