Seo-jun's blood boiled. Then a sharp sting on his lip — K had bitten, just enough to shock him into stillness. The metallic taste of blood bloomed on his tongue.
He broke the kiss, turning his head to gasp for air. "What do you think you're doing?" His voice was raw.
He shoved with all his might. This time, K allowed it, rolling off him with infuriating ease. Seo-jun scrambled off the bed, chest heaving, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. His eyes pinned K, still lounging casually on the rumpled sheets, like nothing had happened.
K touched his shoulder where Seo-jun had hit him, smirk spreading slowly, arrogantly. "I am such a good kisser, right?" His voice dripped smug satisfaction.
A hot flush crept up Seo-jun's neck. He was furious, humiliated, and… something else he refused to name. "Get out," he seethed, finger trembling as he pointed to the door.
