“W-whoa, Mr. Kang....”
Wooheon finally let himself relax into Yueul’s warm embrace.
They used the same detergent, but there was something warmer about the way he smelled.
“You said you’d hold me. So just stay still.”
“...Okay. But, Mr. Kang?”
“Yes?”
“It might’ve been better if you’d just asked me gently. Like, ‘Can you give me a hug, just for work?’ The way you said it was kind of scary....”
“Ah.”
“....”
“This is hard.”
“But you’ve got no problem being sweet in bed....”
Yueul muttered it with a bit of a sulk.
Even just saying that would’ve made things halfway better.
The real problem with Wooheon was always the way he said things.
“Well, that’s....”
Wooheon’s lips moved like he wanted to explain.
Sex was easier—he didn’t have to keep himself in check.
But if he acted like that all the time, his life would fall apart.
After a pause, he managed a proper answer.
