The body beside him stiffened noticeably. Uijae sighed internally. That idiot was bringing up sensitive topics again. He hurriedly patted Sa-youngâs broad back, but the tense muscles showed no sign of relaxing. Desperate, Uijae stepped behind Sa-young and clamped his hands over his ears. Large hands came up to cover Uijaeâs.
âWhat are you doing?â
âStay still. Hey, Hong Yesung. Donât just throw around words about dying. You wanna die?â
âHey, thatâs not fair! I was just stating objective facts.â
âTry softening your words. Like saying their lifespan might get shorter.â
âIsnât that basically the same thing?â
âSa-young, you stay quiet.â
âBut isnât covering his ears pointless? He can still hear everything.â
âHong Yesung, you shut up too.â
Sa-young half-heartedly tried to remove Uijaeâs hands a few times before giving up, resorting to poking at Uijaeâs hands instead to annoy him. Hong Yesung grumbled in the background.
âSeriously, even when I give warnings⦠Youâre the one shortening your own lifespan.â
Uijae responded shamelessly. âWhat are you talking about? Who could live as long as me?â
âYouâre the least convincing person to say that. Especially after what youâve already done.â
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