Like You Wanna Be Loved

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.