Seung-ho ignored him too, sighing at how bad their date turned out. He wanted to show him some of the gay culture and life out there, but he ended up ruining it with his possessiveness. “We weren't even officially together!” Seung-ho resisted the urge to hit himself on the head. He eventually found them a cab and Min-a got in. Kwan Seung-ho half-expected him to say he was going alone but he didn't say a word, even when they arrived in front of his house. This was when Seung-ho started to have mixed feelings. At first, he internally rejoiced that he had come home with Min-a, which meant he might have a chance at talking things out. Then he thought of experiencing all the cold shoulders and hollow conversations with him, and suddenly, he didn't like the idea anymore. “Do you want any dinner?” Seung-ho offered. “No,” Min-a shook his head, going through his phone. He was on the couch, his stiff back and his head hunched over his phone. His eye movement followed every move
The first thing that came to his mind was if Min-a was with another man in the stall, so he pushed him aside and opened the stall aggressively, expecting to find someone's trousers on the floor. Instead, he found his black fox mask. Seo Min-a squinted his eyes at Seung-ho. “That's what you are worried about right now?” He stared at him, getting mad at his sudden possessiveness. He got into the stall to pick up his mask only to be pushed inside by Seung-ho and had the door closed behind them. “Kidnapping a billionaire's son is the last thing you want to do.” Min-a folded his arms, glaring at him. “I'm not kidnapping you, I want to apologize. I should have-” Seung-ho gulped and paused as Min-a's hard-on kept poking at his thighs. Maybe it was the distant moaning, maybe it was the edibles they had early, or the straight vodka, but he felt very heated just feeling the thick rod poke his thighs. “You are doing that intentionally,” Seung-ho groaned deeply as he felt Min-a
Eun Hye gave up clearing her throat. Clearly, that only worked for the male fictional characters. She tightened her towel so it didn't fall right when it wasn't supposed to before she moved closer. “Deonkeon?” She called out. “Argh!!” Duncan squeaked, managing to somehow push her phone onto the lush rug lying beneath the table. “Euni..what are you doing here?what are you doing here” he stuttered, a nervous chuckle leaving his lips. The sudden urge to distance himself from the incriminating file came over him, and slowly, he stepped away from the contract. “This is my room.” Eun Hye stared at him like he had lost his mind because he kept on moving step by step away from the contract she had already seen him going through. “Deon! I can see you moving away from the contract.” “Alright, I am sorry. I shouldn't have been snooping through your contract-” Duncan said, embarrassed by how pissed she looked, so he decided to apologize only to be cut off impatiently. “Deon, I don'
“He still hasn’t answered the phone.” Eun Hye sighed. Normally, she would have smashed the phone somewhere on her side table or the wall, due to the frustration fueling through her. But today, she had to remind herself that Min-a and their father were the cause of this frustration, not her phone. “Maybe he is busy.” Duncan piqued. Doubling down on all willpower in him so that he didn't reach out to soothe the stress marks on her face. “Do you have any idea where he could be?” She asked him. “I-I have no idea, really. I mean, remember I just got here.” He avoided eye contact with her. Not that he didn't want to tell her to ease her worries, but he couldn't reveal who Min-a was with because that would raise suspicion. Especially knowing the fact that he didn't have any lessons today, or yesterday. “Have you tried his friends?” Duncan suggested, throwing their search in another direction. Eun Hye immediately brushed off the idea. Last time she did, she didn't get any reply u
“You should pick up her call.” Seung-ho suggested. “I don't want to. She's the reason I'm in this mess anyway.” Min-a replied, not realizing how much his words cut through. Seung-ho hummed in reaction, looking out the window without saying another word. “I wasn’t talking about us,” Min-a quickly muttered when he realized, bringing Seung-ho’s attention back to him. “So what were you talking about?” “It's a family issue. It’s complicated.” Min-a shook his head. “Try me. Does it have to do with your father?” Seung-ho knew he hit the nail on the head. Min-a snapped his head in his direction. “How did you know?” He asked, sounding shocked. “Let's just say, I recognize the pressure from an overbearing old man when I see one.” Seung-ho smiled, resisting the urge to reach out for Min-a. “It’s really disturbing,”Min-a's voice almost fell to the same level of a whisper. “Did he kill someone and ask you to bury the body to prove your worth to him?” Seung-ho asked, stifl
Seung-ho got to his feet, rubbing his butt. “Forbidden Garden is a night gay club for Korea's elite. I really don't know how you didn't know about this…” he paused, glancing at him. “I have never engaged in homosexual activities before you. I was a really dedicated closet person, and besides, I didn't have any man then that makes me want to…” Min-a gestured to his surroundings, “do stuff.” He concluded. Kwan Seung-ho instantly understood, pride and joy fueling his system knowing he was really his first, until he remembered Duncan, there was no way they didn't have a history. He brushed off the thoughts of the annoying, attractive man in Min-a’s past. He was the one on a date with Min-a, not him. “The themes change depending on the night and there are only four nights in a month, all Sundays. This night's theme is Masked Glitter, so everyone is gonna wear a mask. It is super discreet.” Seung-ho typed in the unique code for his closet. “Safety should be the least of your wo