Uijae froze in place, still holding the gas mask. He had only meant to tease Sa-young a little, but this reaction was entirely unexpected.
Was this really something to be so embarrassed about? Or was Sa-young even embarrassed at all? For some reason, Uijaeâs fingers tingled, and he instinctively flinched.
ââ¦.â
Sa-young breathed heavily for a moment before snatching the gas mask away. Just as his flushed face was about to disappear behind the mask again, Uijae hurriedly grabbed his hand. Gritting his teeth, Sa-young spoke in a low voice.
âLet go.â
âWait, hold still for a second.â
âGet your hand off me.â
âWhy are you putting it back on?â
âWhat does it matter? I⦠want to wear it.ân/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
Underneath his coat, Sa-youngâs chest rose and fell rapidly. His frustration boiled over, and his face, now partially hidden behind the gas mask, turned even redder.
The man standing before him was nothing like the younger Sa-young from the screen. His sharp cheekbones, defined jawline, and deep-set eyes were unmistakably those of a grown man.
Meanwhile, on the screen, the interview between the young Sa-young and the reporters continued.
âAre you announcing that you plan to establish your own independent force?