"It's not for that. It's because of that." He was going to die, sooner or later, he knew it was on the cards and this was the last chance he'd get at something even remotely close to love. He never had it from his father or from Cheon, he just wanted to an illusion of it before he died.

He leaned in again, trying to be forceful, trying to get another kiss. He kissed back before, he knew that he wanted it. "Kiss me. Fuck me. Why can't you? Who cares? Who'll know? It's just us!" It wasn't like anyone had to know. "Please."