Wooheon carried the limp weasel downstairs and sat on the couch.
“I won’t say it. And for the record, it’s not just you who think I’m being weird. I know it, too. I think I’m finally losing it. Ever since I realized my emotions and accepted them for the first time ever, I just can’t stop. Maybe I liked you more than I even thought.”
The words just kept spilling out.
Honestly, it was weirder than when he got all sweet just to ask if he could go in.
Wooheon muttered that he’d never felt anything like this before—so he didn’t know how to control it.
He placed the weasel on his thigh.
“Don’t run from me, please.”
He pressed down gently on the weasel’s back as he tried to bolt.
Then he dragged the side table closer.
“Think of this as work. Just work. Please, without you, Mr. Lee, I can’t stop thinking about my mistakes. Without you, my mind gets filled with all kinds of worries and anxious thoughts, I can’t even function properly. Just... help me get through this.”
