“...I see. I’m sorry. I guess I’ve got a lot to unlearn. It’s been two months, and I still feel like I haven’t made any progress.”
Yueul let out a quiet breath of relief.
He sat on the edge of the bed and patted the space next to him.
“You said you had a question?”
“Oh, right. Actually, I’ve got two. Though this one’s... not exactly the kind of thing to ask after a conversation like that.”
Wooheon glanced at him awkwardly.
He’d spent his whole life being selfish, so outside of his father, this might’ve been the first time he’d ever really tried to read someone else.
“It’s okay. Go ahead.”
“...I know we’ve talked about this before, but—you said you liked having sex with me, right?”
Yueul turned into a weasel before he could even finish the sentence.
It was the fastest shift Wooheon had ever seen.
The now-naked weasel zipped across the room like a tiny rocket.
KREEEEE!
