Distantly, Mingyu wondered if his words had scared Lee Chang off. Barely two…? Three weeks acquainted? And Mingyu was claiming to be willing to die for the man's affections. Seemed improper, far too soon. But he'd shared far more of his darkness with Lee Chang than that, had pushed him away intentionally (or tried to) to much less avail.

So what was it, then? What was it that made Lee Chang pull away from him time and time again, if not in body then in spirit? Mingyu considered the possible options to those words, the reminder that Lee Chang should go.

He sat up, climbed astride Lee Chang's hips in a single, fluid motion. He grasped Lee Chang's wrists, pinned him down with one wrist on each side of his head, leaning in, gravity readily parting his loose robes.

"I said I wouldn't let you go."