Minho had never felt this way before in his life.
He didn't know why, but he had to have Jisung.
He wanted him.
He needed him.
Just like he needed air to breathe.
He wanted to touch him again, like he did that drunken night.
He wanted to hold him.
To hear his breath hitch and heart palpitate when he grabbed him.
He didn't understand any this, not a bit of it.
Was this love? No. It couldn't be. He had known Jisung since they had started high school.
But if it wasn't love, what was it?
Why did his heart race at the mere thought of Jisung being in his hands?
Why did he look at him and become a lustful mess almost instantly.
He didn't know.
All he knew was that there was a growing urge inside him.
A hunger.
And if he didn't satisfy it,
He was going to go insane.
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Well howdy. Long time no see. I hope everyone is doing well! I really hope you're liking this story so far, because I plan on starting to update it more often. Thank you all for the support you've shown this book and my other one, you all mean the world to me.
~ Amber ♡