The moment he admitted that he missed Seo Jungwoon, his desire had begun spiraling completely out of control.

Even before that, his thoughts had already been filled with Seo Jungwoon, but now it felt as if he had become an idiot incapable of thinking about anything else.

Doh Yihyun spent the entire day unable to do anything, absently turning his dark phone over and over in his hands like a man possessed. The problem was that it no longer stopped at vaguely thinking about him.

He wanted to feel Seo Jungwoon’s warm body temperature.

He wanted to kiss those soft lips, breathe in those sweet pheromones until his lungs were full, then drench him in his own scent in return. He wanted to lean in so close that those clear gray brown eyes reflected no one but himself.

"Mr. Yihyun."

Seo Jungwoon’s low voice sounded from behind him.