Jooheon needed this now, the contact high of hot human skin sweating against his. He needed to forget the secrets he had been carrying alone, he needed to lose himself in this one beautiful human.

“On stage, I go by Sang-eo, do you know what that means?” the stunning dancer asked, his mostly body descending onto Jooheon’s lap. Jooheon stared blearily up into the warm, flushed human’s face, trying to ignore the mounting feeling of his fangs growing from the sight of deliciously supple flesh merely inches away.

“Shark. It means shark.”