Bab 72: White Linens and White Lies.

Yun Ki had never felt so sidelined before. 

He'd never felt himself deflate any faster than how he'd been feeling now. 

He looked down, watching the outline of his erection disappear amidst the layers of clothing, one that had been prominent, moments ago. 

He was certain, he'd succumb of blue balls and as Wang Taeiji is grasping his wrist and pulling him into The shared Chamber, he watches the doors close on a very perplexed yet satisfied looking Soojin, whose kind eyes glint back at him. 

Yun Ki's jaw is tense. 

The tick in his muscles is a constant reminder of the fact that the blood that had once rushed to his groin was now being redistributed, elsewhere. 

Wang Taeiji feels at home as he slumps on the made bed, feeling the textile under his fingers as he hums. 

Yun Ki on the other hand, runs his fingers past his scalp, tugging on the ends, almost painfully.