A minute had gone by. Both men remained completely still. Wooyun didn't utter a single word or sound. The only thing that could be heard was his slow and controlled breaths.
"You're not making any moves to escape my clutches, little disciple." Junghwa finally said, breaking the silence.
Wooyun let out a small breath. "I would if I could master," he said through gritted teeth.
Junghwa's brows raised. "Really? Because from the looks of things, it doesn't look like you want to leave." His voice was deep and low, and Wooyun could feel his warm breath tickling the side of his neck.
The young man chuckled. "Trust me, master, if I could leave, I wouldn't hesitate."
"Oh? That kind of makes me sad. Do you dislike my touch so much that you itch to leave?"
Lee Wooyun made a strangled sound when he felt the threads inch a little deeper on his back, and the hand that was gripping his hip only tightened. It was only after he was sure he wasn't going to get skewered that he answered.
