Antichrist
“Why are you here, Beomgyu?” Yeonjun said quietly. “What do you want?”
This time, Beomgyu had an answer. “I want you,” he said. “And them.”
Yeonjun walked his fingers back up Beomgyu’s arm, fingertip by fingertip, rewiring his nerves. “And you can have me. And them.” His hand came to rest under Beomgyu’s jaw, cupping his cheek. “But you don’t want to be a part of us. You need to be separate. Or we’ll hurt you.”
Beomgyu pressed his face into his touch. A web was being spun around him, and he wanted to get caught in it, so, so badly.
Beomgyu’s roommate Soobin has three boyfriends and a mysterious, bloody secret. And Beomgyu wants all of it.