Chapter 21

Hangyeom’s face flashed in his mind—muffled groans, the shirt clamped between his teeth. He wanted to drag Hangyeom—who had left the room looking so nonchalant—back in, pin him down, and touch and bite every single inch he hadn’t yet explored. If he pushed him right to the edge, completely undone, just how much sweeter would that guiding be when it finally poured out? Is this what it means to get guiding from an imprinted partner? He used to think imprinting was an idiotic, twisted bond that held an esper’s life hostage. Now, he was starting to get it. To monopolize a high like that, a pleasure that absolute.