Summary
“I won’t fall. So don’t you dare hand me over to anyone else.”
Did Minyoung even realize? No matter how firm his voice, how unwavering his gaze—none of it could mask the stark pallor of his face. Yet, in that moment, nothing felt more genuine. Nothing could be more real.
Hyuksoo exhaled slowly before shedding the last of his clothing. He leaned in, pressing closer, Minyoung’s knee caught between his legs. A sharp grin flickered across his lips, teeth flashing in challenge.
“Alright. If you want it that badly… prove it to me.”