𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 || 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐄/𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐖𝐎𝐍

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Mingyu left his hotel, his muscles tense and his head throbbing with the beginning of a headache. It had been a long flight, and the conversation with Anna hadn't exactly been relaxing. He barely waited for his bodyguards to get in the back of his car before slamming on the gas, the tires screeching.

By the time he parked the car and headed toward Wonwoo's penthouse, Mingyu was in such a foul mood even his bodyguards kept a careful distance behind him.

"Wait here," he said before using his key card and stepping into the private lift.

At last, the doors slid open and he stepped out into the empty living room.

A delicious smell was coming from the kitchen. Mingyu headed there, his footsteps muffled by the plush carpet.

He leaned against the kitchen doorway, feeling the tension in his muscles dissipate.

Wonwoo was singing softly as he stood by the stove, stirring the sauce in the pot. He was wearing a pair of denim shorts and a off white shirt which was too big for him and anyone could see through it, his dark curls falling on his forehead. A set of large headphones was perched on his curly head, Wonwoo's hips swaying a little as he hummed some song. He looked very young, very endearing, and very sweet—not exactly a combination Mingyu normally found attractive.

He couldn't look away.

Silently, he walked over, pushed the curls aside and pressed his lips to Wonwoo's nape.

Wonwoo stiffened for a moment before relaxing and leaning back against Mingyu's chest. "You're early," he said, taking his headphones off. He tried to turn around, but Mingyu didn't let him, his hands gripping Wonwoo's hips and holding him in place while he sucked bruises into his flawless skin, inhaling his sweet scent greedily and feeling his headache recede.

"How—how did it go?" Wonwoo said. "The meeting, I mean?"

"As well as expected," Mingyu replied, trailing his lips up Wonwoo's neck, to his cheek. "Canberra is satisfied with the new partner I introduced him to."

Wonwoo leaned into the touch, his full lips parting. He seemed to be having trouble keeping his eyes open. "Did you make it clear he knows Jeon Industries won't be making deals with the likes of him any longer?"

"Yes," Mingyu said curtly before tugging the collar of Wonwoo's t-shirt aside and sucking a mark into the creamy skin of his shoulder.

Wonwoo squirmed. "Stop that," he said hoarsely with a smile. "I have to finish making dinner and I can't do it when you're all over me. Go sit over there." He pushed Mingyu toward the chair.

Mingyu did sit down, albeit reluctantly. Leaning back in his chair, he glanced at the steamer and raised an incredulous brow. "Are you cooking manti?"

A pink flush colored Wonwoo's cheeks. He shrugged nonchalantly, returning to stirring the sauce. "I guess I developed a bit of a taste for it while I was in Russia. It's not a hard dish to make. I got bored today and decided to try my hand at it." He shrugged again.

He was a terrible liar.

Mingyu's lips twitched.

Wonwoo shot him a sideway look. "Shut up," he said, his right dimple making an appearance as an embarrassed smile curled his lips. He must have been aware how pathetically lovesick his behavior was.

Mingyu didn't comment on it. Just as he never commented on how Wonwoo looked at him, curled into him, and gave him his lips to kiss at every opportunity.

A better man would have nipped this in the bud and told Wonwoo to turn his affections elsewhere, to someone who was worthy of them. But even the thought of some other man touching Wonwoo's skin, kissing his plump, sweet lips, and fucking that nice little body made Mingyu's hands clench into fists.