With his vision blocked, Uijae's other senses became heightened. He could feel the firm arms wrapped around his waist, the way their lips pressed together, and the black tongue teasing the roof of his mouth, exploring deeply. He felt like he was drowning in sweetness and heat, suffocating.
ââ¦No, this isnât the time for this!â
Snapping back to his senses, Uijae shoved Sayoungâs shoulders, causing him to pull away. Sayoung tilted his head slightly, his expression unreadable.
âWhy?â
In the meantime, Uijae hastily covered his mouth with the back of his hand and backed away, stopping only when his back hit a pillar. For once, he was fumbling with his words.
âHey, you⦠How did you⦠Wait, were you awake?â
How the hell did he know I kissed him?
Was his body asleep, but his mind awake? Or did he overhear the conversation with Hong Yeseong while pretending to sleep? But Uijae hadnât sensed anything like that. Was he just too out of it to notice? His mind felt like a storm of confusion. Then, Sayoung shrugged.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
âHahâ¦â
âWhat now?â
âAHAHAHA!â
Sayoung burst into laughter, a rare full smile on his face. Uijae was dumbfounded. Whatâs so funny? Uijae lowered his hand from his mouth and snapped in frustration.