With the idea of losing me? [ He asked, genuinely curious. ] or the idea that I’d leave if you admitted you wanted me to stay? [ He pressed another kiss to Mingyu’s mouth, then pulled away, heading for the bathroom and pulling off his sodden shirt. ]

I mean, I was expecting you to pretend to give me the cold shoulder for a little while, at least, so I’m not complaining about the state of preparedness.