W-woohyun?! W-what the hell…”
“Ssshhhhh, relax. Why so tense?” the greasy tree chuckles and rubs Gyu’s inner thigh gently. The leader feels relieve, but mad at the same time.
“May i ask you what the effing hell did you just do?” he hisses, “i almost had a heart attack, Nam Woohyun!”
Woohyun just laugh and replies the question by trailing kisses to his cheek down to his jaws and neck.