Salin was in the bathroom, washing his face after a long and exhausting meeting. But his mind was far from the reports and numbers of the day. He stared at the reddish-purple marks on his neck and collarbone, extending down to his chest and shoulders, reminders of the night he had spent with Jun-Ho a few days ago.
Suddenly, the door opened, and Yomin stepped in, his sharp eyes taking in every detail of Salin's marked skin with a smirk.
— Looks like someone's been having fun… — Yomin whispered, a hint of mischief in his voice. He approached slowly, leaning against the counter. Unsure of what to say, Salin simply lowered his gaze, feeling a shiver run through him when the other placed a hand on his face. Yomin's eyes held a determined, perhaps even daring, glint.
