“What’s up?”
“It’s not ‘what’s up,’ it’s about last night. You know, when you and I… well, slept together. Do you really have no thoughts about it?”
“Thoughts? I do.”
With his chin propped up, Yejun gave a soft, almost shy smile.
His smiling face was so beautiful it was almost blinding. However, every time he smiled like that, it made Jiho uneasy, thinking that Yejun never said anything straightforward.
As Jiho waited, wrapped in tension, Yejun continued in a relaxed manner.
“I thought it was nice.”
As Yejun said that, he slowly traced his toes up Jiho’s leg. The way he acted, as if it were some kind of seduction, gave Jiho chills.
“…You goddamn bastard.”
There was no way polite words would come out with that bastard in front of him.