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The investigation should have been easy, but as with everything in Jun-ho's life, it got complicated quickly. Weeks of tracking lines of contraband led up to this night, with Jun-ho's crouched beside a warehouse, picking at a padlock and chain around the handles of a set of steel doors. By his calculations, the force was on the verge of finding the jackpot inside. Knives, machetes, guns that had no business crossing the Pacific Ocean, and drugs (mostly pharmaceutical goodies, but there were plenty of leaves too). The dealers they caught started singing like canaries when offered plea deals.
Jun-ho's task was to find evidence that the leads were true. Raiding the warehouse would be a waste of time and resources if all they found were crates of kids' show merchandise. Luckily, reconnaissance was Jun-ho's specialty. He was lithe, resourceful, and was one of the members of the police force with a rather...unique ability that allowed him to get out of tight spots.
Case in point, he eyed a window left ajar on the second story. Sure, he could sit there all-night poking at the padlock with a lockpick, but going in through the window would be a lot faster and he didn't even need to find a ladder.
With a glance around the rundown street to ensure that the coast was clear, Jun-ho took a breath and shifted his form into that of a pigeon. The transition was smooth, painless, coming as naturally as one knew how to ride a bike. The world was a lot bigger when you were suddenly a tenth of your original size. He spread his new wings and took off up to the window.
The gap was just wide enough for him to fit through. Anything larger than a small bird and he wouldn't manage. He perched on the window shelf and peered inside the building. A handful of halogen lamps lit the cavernous interior lined with shelves bull of crates. To the side, a staircase led up to a door through which the muffled sounds of a tv could be heard. There weren't even guards patrolling the aisles of shelves. The ones left in charge of the warehouse that night must be amateurs.
Still, the sight of a security camera slowly panning back and forth was enough to warrant caution. Who knew just how much firepower these amateurs had?
Well, that just meant Jun-ho's evening would go faster. He watched the security camera's turning until he identified a blind spot and flew down. Even if anyone heard the flapping, they wouldn't think anything of it other than it was a 'dumb pigeon'. Shapeshifters were a rare breed; even in popular culture, they were the stuff of urban legends.
He landed and waddled behind a large forklift before turning back into a human. His clothes were made of a custom material made specifically to shapeshift with the person. That was a perk of belonging to a specialized police force. Without the suit pieces, Jun-ho would leave a pile of clothes behind and be naked when he became human again, which made life awkward all around.
A group of crates was shoved to the back and covered with canvas. All he needed was to take a picture of the insides of one with suspicious contents and his mission would be complete. He picked up a crowbar that he spotted on the seat in the forklift and pulled the canvas to uncover one of the crates. With his heightened senses, he smelled a mix of chemicals that had no reason to be in a random warehouse of the Seoul industrial district.
With his brow furrowed in concentration, he worked the edge of the crowbar underneath the lid and slowly cranked it down to work it up against the nails. The creaking it made made him clench his jaw, but when he stopped to listen for anyone who may have noticed the sounds, there was nothing. Once the lid came free, the odor intensified, and Jun-ho used the light from his cell phone to peer inside.
What he found were containers of ammonium and hydrogen peroxide. Alongside those were cut PVC pipes of different lengths. The hairs on the back of Jun-ho's neck stood up. These bastards were making bombs.
He clutched his phone tighter and brought it up to take a picture. The flash was on, making him duck low to hide it. Once he'd taken a few pictures, he felt a brief sense of victory and eyed one of the other crashes before he picked up on the wails of sirens in the distance. That couldn't mean anything good at this time of night.
He lowered the lid of the crate down and was about to pick his way outside to see if he could follow the sirens when there was a deafening screech of tires outside of the aluminum docking bay doors. There was a curse from the room above Jun-ho's had, chairs being pushed away, and the scrabbling of feet.
Well, shit. There went his hope of keeping this mission quiet and stealthy. Maybe he could get away before anyone saw him.
But then a nearby supply closet burst open and Jun-ho dropped to the ground. The man was clearly drunk and groggy, which must be the reason why he didn't pick up Jun-ho messing with the crates.
"Wha- the fuck is goin' on?" The punk hollered to the warehouse in general. By then, multiple footsteps were clamoring down the grated steps toward them. The punks yelled at each other back and forth.
"They here for us?"
"Who else? Ain't no one else in these damn dumps!"
"Where the hell is Minh?"
"I think that's his car."
As the aluminum doors were activated and forced open, Jun-ho knew he had to get out of sight. The sirens were getting closer, and this situation was going to derail but fast. At this rate, his pictures may not be needed at all.
Just as Jay was thinking about making a get-away, the aluminum doors to the warehouse opened up and a new flurry of voices came through. One of the guys who was in the building already hollered, “They're not following you, are they? You morons!”
A newer voice answered, “Well, they wouldn't notice us if Il-Sun hadn't decided to do a drag race in the middle of the fuckin’ city!”
Then a flurry of voices rose at once.
“What are we gonna do if they follow you all the way here?”
“How close were they?”
“Did you lose them?”
“We're getting the hell out of here. Even if they did lose them, we're like the only warehouse in this district that's got their lights on at this time of night.”
“Maybe we should do a blackout-“
But by then the sirens were close enough to drown out the rest of their conversation.
“No time for that! Just grab some guns and shoot at the first person you see.” Then a pause. “I mean the police, dumbass! Not me!”
As the men rushed to grab whatever weapons they could, Jun-ho knew there was probably no way he would be able to get out of this without becoming a target. Even if he shifted into a bird and tried to fly out of the warehouse, these people seemed trigger-happy. A flying target would be perfect practice. If they saw even a movement out of the corner of their eyes they might think he was an officer (which he was, to be fair). They would want to repel the officers first and foremost because they knew that if the police found any of the merchandise in the warehouse, they were fucked.
Jun-ho spied a small space between the shelves and a wall that was too small for him as a human, but just the right size for a puppy. It would give him enough cover to avoid any stray bullets or avoid drawing any attention to himself. Without sparing another minute, he transformed and hid behind the boxes.
And not a moment too soon. The gunfire began. Jun-ho covered up his face with his paws out of instinct. The sound of more sirens drew closer over top of the firing of bullets and yelling. Jun-ho was more of an investigator or a reconnaissance agent than a combative. He wasn’t used to being in the middle of the action. Even if he was going after somebody on foot, there were rarely guns involved. Guns were strictly banned from the public in Korea, but punks like these guys didn’t like following the rules.
With his enhanced hearing as a dog, the shrieking action made his ears sting and his skull reverberate. Bullets, people screaming, the scent of gunpowder and blood. Even after the fighting finally died down, he remained curled up as a small, shivering dog. Eventually, he registered the quiet and lifted his head cautiously. There were people moving between the shelves, some yelling, but they sounded like officers barking out orders. They were successful in suppressing the perpetrators and were now apprehending the ones still alive. The ones on the ground would either be taken to a hospital or to a morgue.
The fact that it seemed like the police were the ones who came out on top made Jun-ho feel a little bit better about coming out. He wriggled out from his hiding spot, his legs still trembling despite himself. A collection of police cars surrounded the area outside of the aluminum docking bay doors. Jun-ho couldn’t see a back door or holes in the wall to slip outside. The only choice was to sneak around the perimeter of the warehouse and keep out of sight.
He made his way out slowly, keeping to the shadow low to the ground until he could scurry out the door. But there came a point when the rows of shelves ended. Making a break for the door would probably draw attention, but he didn’t have many other options. He crouched and sped out from his cover, brushing past the legs of an officer.
“Hey! Get that dog!”
For a panicked moment, Jun-ho was thoroughly convinced that the officers were going to shoot him. He was brought out of his dash in a scramble of fur and legs, letting out a yelp of fear. It gave one of the officers a chance to get their arms around him. Seeing as he had no collar, they grasped at whatever fur and fat he had while he shrank away from them.
“Hey, don't worry, little guy,” the man said, his voice surprisingly soothing.
Another officer took in the sight. “Looks like a stray.”
The one holding Jun-ho said, “Doesn’t seem dangerous. More scared. I don’t blame him if he was in here during the fight.”
“What’s going on here?” Came a deeper voice that was way too familiar for comfort.
“Captain Hwang, we found a dog.”
No, no, please don’t let it be that Captain Hwang. That was the last thing Jun-ho needed in this state. Except, the figure that came forward revealed that it was exactly the Captain Hwang who Jun-ho feared it was.
Jun-ho couldn't stop the way his ears perked up at the sight of the captain in his uniformed suit. The last time In-ho had towered over him like this was when Jun-ho was in middle school and his older brother was getting ready to attend university. Jun-ho's shapeshifting abilities only began while he was in high school, and In-ho was in the police academy. Neither Jun-ho nor his parents had ever seen fit to burden In-ho with the knowledge of his power. Police officers were supposed to keep special tags on any shapeshifter in the city limits.
Too bad most of the Korean police had no knowledge of the faction of shapeshifters in their own ranks. That was kept on a strict, need-to-know basis. None of these officers knew who (or what) he was. There was definitely no transforming into a human in front of them. In other words, Jun-ho was stuck as a dog until he could get away. If he escaped, he might be able to run far enough away to where he could shapeshift without raising questions as to why he was in the warehouse district at this ungodly hour.
In-ho's dark eyes looked him over with some interest. “Any ID?" he said.
The officer holding Jun-ho shook his head. "He doesn't have a collar. I don't know if he's chipped or not."
Beside In-ho, another officer said, "Looks too clean to be a stray. He could belong to one of the gang members." He glanced at their captain. "If that's the case, he's better off at a shelter than left out here."
Shit. If they managed to get Jun-ho into an animal shelter, it would only complicate matters. Worse yet, In-ho's expression said that he might be considering it. Jun-ho had to do something to divert their attention.
He hadn't run too far away from the crates full of explosive chemicals. Thinking quickly, he suddenly started barking and straining towards the crates. The officer holding him wasn't expecting the move, so Jun-ho was able to leap free. He rushed over to the crate he pried open earlier and scrambled at it with his front paws.
"What the hell-?" One of the officers said. The two suits came over to investigate with In-ho following, his brow furrowed in thought. Jun-ho knew that look. It meant In-ho had a hunch there was more at work here than what they could see. Jun-ho was surprised that In-ho hadn't already deciphered the dog's true identity with the help of some big-brother sixth sense.
"What are you doing, boy?" An officer patted Jun-ho's furry back. Then he glanced up at In-ho. "Do you think there's something in the crate, captain?"
In-ho watched him and Jun-ho carefully and then gave a single nod. "Open it."
The officers did so with an easy time of it considering Jun-ho had already loosened the lid. One of them peered inside with a flashlight and cursed. "Captain, you might want to come look at this."
That very moment would have been the perfect time to sneak away from under the officers' noses and slip out of the warehouse for good, but he paused when In-ho came over to stand beside them. His cologne was so familiar that Jun-ho couldn't bring himself to skitter away. When he saw the crate's contents, he said, "Rope off everything in 100 meters of this building and call in the bomb squad."
His squad rushed off to do just that. They weren’t going to fool around with potentially live explosives. At that point, the warehouse (and maybe the entire district) would be considered a crime scene. All of the crates would be considered evidence unless otherwise indicated. Who knew what crates contained dangerous substances and which ones had general merchandise? The punks who were still alive would be taken into custody and questioned at length.
There was nothing more for Jun-ho to do, in other words. Even his mission had been rendered unnecessary. If the police officer wasn’t still holding him, he would have snuck away. At least the head-pats felt nice.
“Sir, what should we do about the dog?” The officer asked In-ho. “I think there’s a shelter that might take another stray in.”
In-ho paused in his giving orders to look Jun-ho up and down. “This entire area is being investigated; I should think that would extend to the dog as well, especially if he belonged to one of the gang. I’ll take him into my care for now.”
If Jun-ho had sweat glands, he would be sweating buckets. He wasn’t going to get out of this easily, was he? In-ho didn’t know he was looking at his own little brother. It would complicate things for the entire shapeshifting department if he revealed himself now. None of these officers should have a clue about its existence. Secrecy was so strict that it was ridiculous. Sometimes Jun-ho was impressed he even knew about it, and he was part of it. In-ho probably didn’t know either… But Jun-ho could think of worse fates than going home with his brother.
Once the bomb squad arrived on-site, several officers were dismissed. In-ho caught the new commander up to speed and the squad began their investigation. In-ho used a loose length of rope to make a makeshift lead to go around Jun-ho’s dog neck. He still needed to make his report at the station. He placed Jun-ho in the back of his car and took off through the city streets. The way he opened the window for Jun-ho was a nice touch.
They pulled into the parking lot of the police station and In-ho reached over to scratch behind Jun-ho’s ears. “Sorry, I’ll only be inside for a bit.” With a sigh, In-ho got out of the car and headed into the building.
Jun-ho waited until his brother was out of sight before transforming back into a human. At least as a human he had opposable thumbs with which to open doors. He needed to make his own report to the commander of the shapeshifting department. The station had closed-circuit phone systems set up for just this purpose. He slipped in through a backdoor and called up his superior. The silver lining to the evening was that one of their most frustrating cases could now be closed. They’d been trying to find a contraband stash for months.
Once he was finished making his report, he hung the phone back up and stared at it for a moment. His task was completed, for now, aside from paperwork he didn’t want to file. This was the perfect opportunity to head home.
But…He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been with his brother for any length of time other than brief greetings at the precinct and phone conversations. In-ho had always been more conservative about speaking his mind. It was difficult to discern how he was doing. Maybe some extra sense gave Jun-ho the ability to decipher that something was up, but he could tell something was bothering In-ho.
If Jun-ho couldn’t help In-ho as a human, maybe he could help him as a dog.
It was that thought that made Jun-ho turn on his heel and head back to the car, climbing inside and shifting back into the form of a puppy. This was probably a bad idea; there were so many ways it could go wrong. But part of it was somehow thrilling. He really did want to spend more time with his big brother.
~
In-ho’s apartment building smelled like take-out and ramen cups. Jun-ho recognized it immediately with his canine senses because it was exactly what his apartment smelled like. He would have thought that In-ho’s salary would let him afford someplace better, but In-ho had never been one for extravagance. Jun-ho made a considerable sum himself as a member of a special force, but he was supposed to budget his belongings in order to maintain the appearance of being a regular private.
In-ho set down kibble in a bowl for him and he scarfed it down. At least a dog’s taste buds made it palatable. Eating dog food wouldn’t be the weirdest thing he’d ever done. The day seemed to exhaust In-ho enough that he headed for bed straight away. Jun-ho meant to spend the whole night on the soft cushion In-ho bought as a dog bed, but within the hour of them settling down, he became aware of restless movement coming from the bed. In-ho either couldn’t get comfortable or his mind wouldn’t let him relax.
Jun-ho was half asleep himself, which meant he thought nothing of standing up and climbing onto the mattress to curl up beside In-ho. He heard an intake of breath before In-ho accepted the warm, furry weight beside him. At least he didn’t have any qualms about letting a dog on the furniture. After a few minutes, Jun-ho heard his breathing even out and deepen into sleep.
~
It was after In-ho woke up and left for work that day that Jun-ho realized the fatal flaw in his plan. He still had human business to take care of, like calling his bank and typing out emails that couldn’t be done with a dog’s paws in his brother’s apartment. He knew where the spare key to In-ho’s place was and it allowed him to slip out for a few hours to take care of things and keep his human life running somewhat smoothly.
It was the strangest double life one could imagine, but it kept him from dying of boredom being left in In-ho’s apartment. Now he understood what pets must go through daily. No wonder some of them took to systematically destroying their owner’s belongings for want of stimulation.
A routine soon shifted into place with Jun-ho trying to keep up with his own work while In-ho was gone and then making it back to the apartment so that he could live as In-ho’s companion. It struck him that this was the kind of relationship that would appeal to people into BDSM. Wearing collars, being treated like a dog, waiting for their master to return and reward them. Jun-ho was aware of the implications of this. He wasn’t much into that lifestyle himself. Were it not for the fact that this was his brother he was trying to help, he would probably skimp out.
One night, as Jun-ho dozed stretched out over a small sofa, he heard In-ho on the phone. He wouldn’t have paid it any mind were it not for the fact that his own name came up. After getting to a voicemail message, In-ho muttered, “Not like you not to answer.” Once he was able to leave a message, he shifted his tone. “Jun-ho, call me back once you get this. I haven’t heard from you in a while.”
Jun-ho froze with his ears perked up. Shit, he forgot about this part of the whole thing. While it was true that he didn’t talk with In-ho a ton every day, he would at least shoot In-ho a text now and then to see how he was. He would have to rectify the situation soon. With a sigh, In-ho hung up soon after and made his way to the sofa. Jun-ho took the hint and moved aside for him to sit down before moving to lay his head across In-ho’s thigh. He heard In-ho chuckle, a short, throaty sound, and then stroke his neck.
“You’re very well behaved, aren't you?” he said. “Did you really belong to one of the gangs?”
Jun-ho just snorted in reply. The TV was left on to the news, but since In-ho was focused on his phone, he must not have noticed when the channel turned to some trashy reality show about matchmaking new couples. Jun-ho usually hated them, and he thought his brother did too.
He let the sounds of the TV wash over him as he shut his eyes and dozed off. There was some drama going on between the contestants and Jun-ho couldn’t care less, but at some point, he felt In-ho shift underneath him.
“These people are so shallow,” In-ho grumbled. “Are looks and status truly most important to them? They will marry someone for their money and not bother to get to know the person.” He paused and then added, as an aside. “I am surprised Jun-ho hasn’t married yet. Are the women of Seoul bling? If I wasn’t his brother, I’d…” He trailed off, his eyes darkening, and then returned to his phone with his jaw set.
Jun-ho, on the other hand, was frozen. He hadn’t just heard that right, right? He had to be dreaming. In-ho couldn’t be implying what Jun-ho thought that he was. Because if Jun-ho was hearing things correctly, then In-ho had just admitted that he would date Jun-ho if they weren’t brothers.
Did that mean…Did In-ho have some feelings for him that weren’t platonic brotherly affection? He couldn’t get the thought out of his head, even as In-ho carefully moved the puppy’s head off his leg and stood up to pour himself an amber-colored drink. He only drank the strong stuff when there was something on his mind and he was trying to relax and clear it.
Nor could he forget what In-ho said for the next couple of weeks as they went about their business. The case seemed to have moved off the warehouse puppy after none of the gang members claimed him. And since In-ho was in no hurry to get rid of the dog, Jun-ho hung around. There was now so much more that he needed to investigate.
Jun-ho had always been surprised that In-ho never married. He never really showed any interest in romantic endeavors, be they men or women. It got to the point when Jun-ho wondered if In-ho had any romantic inclinations at all, which was fine. But In-ho was already so much older than Jun-ho and if they treated Jun-hp like there was something wrong with him, then he couldn’t imagine what In-ho must be accused of.
If they weren't brothers and they and they still somehow met, Jun-ho might even feel the same way. In-ho was easy on the eyes and was well-mannered. But society looked down on siblings being interested in one another. The subject would never be properly breached between them. It was just best to squash those thoughts for now.
The next morning, after In-ho left for work, Jun-ho followed his daily routine of slipping out of the apartment to take care of things in his own place. The quickest route was through a street market that smelled of fish and vegetables. He cut through a stall to take a shortcut and brushed up against a box at one of the fishermen's tables. He felt a tug at his side his sight and a tear. The next thing he knew, he was human. The shapeshifting suits were made to keep a person as an animal even if they lose their focus during a mission. It was supposed to be a precaution so that a person wouldn’t accidentally transform and give themselves away unless they intended to. It was never an inconvenience.
In Jun-ho’s case, he had been a puppy for so long that he barely thought of the transformation, not needing to give a thought to consciously keep that shape. Then the suit tore, by the looks of the jagged line in his side. Since he was thinking about doing human things, his body followed. The suit needed to be whole in order to function properly.
A nearby fisherman was staring at him, speechless. Suddenly there was a man where a dog was standing – of course, the guy was confused. Well, shit.
Jun-ho straightened up and laughed awkwardly, scratching the back of his head. “Th-The things we do for our kids, eh?” He had no idea why that was the thing he came up with to smooth things over, but he didn’t stick around to see if the fisherman bought it. With his face bright red with embarrassment, Jun-ho darted away and rushed out of the market back to his apartment.
Once inside, he pulled off his suit to take a closer look at it. Unfortunately, it was the only one he had. The things were expensive, and it wasn’t like you could just order one off of the internet. Each one was customized for its shapeshifter agent. They needed the proper system to repair it, too. Tears weren’t something you could just fix with a needle and thread. Jun-ho had no choice but to report the damaged suit and wait for it to be mended.
But he needed to be back at In-ho’s apartment that night if he wanted to keep up this weird double-life he chose for himself. Well, at this point, he was good at staying in the form of a dog. Maybe he would be fine for a night or two on his own.
He pulled on a change of clothes and returned to In-ho’s apartment as a human before pulling them back off and hiding them underneath the laundry hamper. It was awkward to transform with normal clothes on – they hung off the anima form’s body and drug around
He was optimistic that this plan would work…up until that night. In-ho was used to having the puppy sleep with him on the mattress. In-ho usually wound up spooning Jun-ho the dog at some point during the night as it seemed to calm his stress dreams. Jun-ho’s dreams had him doing random stuff, either as an animal or a human. That night, his dream self was doing something mundane like trying to shop for birdseed when he heard In-ho’s voice from behind him.
“…Jun…ho?”
Jun-ho’s eyes slid open blearily, forcing him to blink to adjust to the darkness of the room. Then his blood ran cold when he realized that the blankets of the bed laid over his bare skin rather than fur. In-ho had woken with his naked brother in his arms – the same brother that he apparently had feelings for, at that.
In-ho’s arms slipped away from him, taking away the delightful warmth of his body. Confusion and shock radiated from him, even if Jun-ho didn’t immediately see his face. Jun-ho took a deep breath and then sat up, his face turning red. “Hello, h-hyung.”
In-ho’s expression was one Jun-ho had never seen on him before. “Jun-ho, what…?”
Jun-ho swallowed. “There’s…a lot I need to explain.”
~
A while later, Jun-ho set a cup of tea on the coffee room table in In-ho’s sitting room. One of In-ho’s robes hung loosely off his shoulders. In-ho had gone very pale for a while now, absorbing everything that Jun-ho told him. No doubt his interactions with his new furry pet were taking a new shape entirely with some (or a lot) of reflection.
“You remember everything?” In-ho said, after a few attempts to speak.
Jun-ho nodded. “Mostly, yes.”
In-ho rubbed his face, leaning with his elbows on his thighs. “Why…did you say nothing sooner?”
“Um…” Jun-ho floundered for a moment. There was no good way to explain his reasoning. “I didn’t…know how to bring it up, I guess? Shapeshifters aren’t supposed to exist.”
After another moment, In-ho stood to pour himself a drink. Jun-ho wanted to sink through the floor.
“I can leave if you want,” Jun-ho said. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”
“I don’t know if I would call in uncomfortable,” In-ho said.
Silence fell heavily between them until Jun-ho sighed. “It’s been a while since I spent time with you.” Then a curious thought took over him. He’d already fucked up things with In-ho heartily enough. What could a little more do? “I…remember something you said the other night. It was when that shitty dating show was on, you said- “
In-ho’s hand tightened on his glass, but he wouldn’t look at Jun-ho. “It was nothing.”
That answer was way too abrupt to be ignored. “How so? You said you would consider me if we weren’t brothers.”
Rather than respond, In-ho let out a sordid chuckle and rubbed his eyes with his free hand.
“In-ho…Was that a lie?”
“Does it matter? We are brothers. It isn’t natural. I’m sick for even thinking…” His voice shook towards the end.
Maybe Jun-ho was still working off the instincts of an animal rather than a human, but an inclination took hold of him. With his heart pounding, Jun-ho stood. A smoldering filled his veins as he undid the robe’s belt. What was he doing? This was insane. It was wrong. The robe rustled a bit as he let it slide from his shoulders.
“Stop,” In-ho said when he heard the soft sound. His grip on the glass turned his knuckles white.
Jun-ho paused with the robe barely hanging on to his form. “I will leave if you want. Just say the word.”
In-ho gave a few shuddering breaths and then, slowly, turned to look at Jun-ho. The light in the sitting room was dim, but they could see each other clearly. Jun-ho didn’t need the vision of a nocturnal animal to see the way In-ho took in his mostly bared torso.
“Nothing about me is natural,” Jun-ho said. “You’ve seen it yourself.”
In-ho laughed through his nose, but he couldn’t seem to tear his gaze away. With tentative steps, he set his drink down and came forward to stand in front of Jun-ho. There was a flicker of anxiety mixed with anticipation that ran up Jun-ho’s spine. In-ho could hurt him, turn him away with disgust, and Jun-ho wouldn’t fight him. But instead, In-ho reached up to take the sides of the robe and tug it down so that it slid off completely. He hesitated and then ran his thumb across Jun-ho’s collar bone.
“I don’t think someone so beautiful could be unnatural,” In-ho murmured.
That cinched it for Jun-ho. He reached up to take the sides of In-ho’s face and pull him down and In-ho went willingly. The kiss was warm, softer than Jun-ho expected, and it sent a flare of heat into his lower belly. Jun-ho was already addicted by the time In-ho put his arms around him, his hands spread out over Jun-ho’s skin. Jun-ho guided them backward and down onto the sofa, bringing In-ho on top of him as they went.