What was Sung-min planning to do that he created an ice dome above our heads?
It was quite the masterpiece but given how thick it was, I could tell he put in a lot of energy.
He was already suffering from corruption but he still used so much energy.
"What are you doing, Sung-min? You should worry about—" He suddenly pressed his lips against mine, shutting me up instantly.
Ah, this coolness. It was completely different from Min-jae's forced kiss, and of course, I like this better.
Sung-min pulled back, panting heavily and I noticed his pupils were slowly getting diluted.
"Joon-ho," he called innocently, pulling at the neck of his shirt, and said, "I feel so strange right now. It feels weird."
"What's weird?" I asked. "And where do you feel strange?"
Hm, why does this conversation feel like I'm talking with a virgin who got hard for the first ti...?
Wait... wait, wait, wait!
My eyes instinctively went down to Sung-min's pants and then I saw it. The bulge.
Sung-min was hard.
