Jun-ho was driving fast, his fingers tapping impatiently on the steering wheel.
The phone buzzed on the dashboard with a short reply from Salin: "I'm waiting for you."
A smile curved his lips.
It was amazing how nothing else in his day seemed to matter now. Because soon, he'd be in the older man's arms, breathing in his scent, hearing his voice.
Maybe it was madness to miss someone this much after so little time. Maybe it was dangerous to get this attached.
But right now, he didn't care.
He pressed the gas a little harder.
He just wanted to get there.
There was something important they needed to do.
And this time... he had no intention of hesitating.
His heart pounded. The memory of the last time still pulsed in his mind — the touches, the kisses, the way Salin said his name. Jun-ho wasn't the same as before. He felt more complete. More certain.
He turned a corner and smiled when he saw the building.
