the hunting game
Jisung stutters his way through the asking. I like the chase. I want you to catch me when I run away. I need to know that no one can ruin this, you and me, not even myself. He barely gets the words out, and then tries to turn to hide afterwards, but of course Minho doesn’t let him.
His voice is smooth when he says, “of course I can hunt you down, honey, if that’s what you want. Is that what you want?” His eyes tell a different story. Already, his pupils are dilating.
Jisung nods jerkily in response.