Kim Jongin—dashing bachelor—was dry wine to Kyungsoo’s bitter dreams.

However sweet his kisses were or crisp his promises sound, he remained dry, though full-bodied like a 1996 Domaine Leroy Richebourg Grand Cru, fresh from the Cote de Nuits in France. He was, as any collector can describe the said bottle, expensive, and a must-have. Everybody wants a taste, everybody just needs to take a sip and experience what it’s like to live in the luxury of his wealth and power. But Kyungsoo knew more than his money and had a long, exhausting taste of an old family rivalry and a history of shame and regret. But what stood out with every thought of Jongin were moments of having to bask in the luxury of his touch, his affection, and an admiration though kept secret felt real and absolutely addictive. From his first sip to the last drop of it, Kyungsoo would die for a little more. Even just a tiny little whiff more.