Yunho moved so he could bring his lips to his ear.
“Daddy gave me this one with his belt,” he whispered, as Mingi dragged his calloused forefinger over the keloid.

“In the parlour, on my knees right in front of the hearth. He had too many whiskies. His hand slipped. The buckle hit me instead of the strap. Have you ever been struck with a belt buckle before?”

Mingi shook his head, so Yunho continued, “Feels like being bitten. How the sharp edge catches in the skin and just rips right through it.”