If Yueul had ever wanted to drag Wooheon to a hospital for a psychological evaluation, now was the time.
“So, do you refuse?”
If that weren’t the case, there was no way a person could change this drastically in the matter of a few seconds.
For Wooheon, who had a habit of demanding explicit consent before going further, the wait was torturous.
His body ached to press against Yueul’s, to explore every inch of him.
He had been utterly entranced by Yueul.
“The recorder.”
Yueul’s lips trembled, his breath warm against Wooheon’s lips.
“...I need to record all of this.”
His obsession with recording was relentless.
He reached out, grabbed the device resting on the bed, and fumbled with the buttons before pressing ‘record.’
Wooheon narrowed his eyes, watching him intently.
“Are you really going to do this?”
“Yes. I have to. You told me to, didn’t you? I’m sure even you’d be surprised if you heard how you’re talking right now. Ah, I need to charge this....”
