“…I’m already grown.”
There it was again—being treated like a kid.
And yet, the same man who just called him a child had—
Left a kiss mark on his neck.
Sucked on his fingers.
Gotten jealous.
And then had the nerve to walk away without even answering whether he was okay or not.
Iheon was so infuriating.
Pouting slightly, Heemin exited the restroom and retraced his steps back to the president’s office.
