“And the hugging, too....”
No, that was an even bigger problem.
Bathing was one thing—he’d been naked, pressing against him, making it easy to get caught up in the moment.
But hugging?
That was an entirely different story.
And the fact that it had actually relieved his stress was the real issue.
He needed to figure out why something so irrational had managed to put him at ease.
Wooheon, still watching Yueul in silence, reached for his phone.
His bandaged fingers moved stiffly as he scrolled through his contacts until he pressed a number.
The dial tone rang, slow and steady, before a familiar voice answered.
— What?
“I’m coming over, Wooseok.”
— ...You? You’re coming here?
“Yeah.”
— Uh, okay. Should I make you something to eat?
“It’s eleven at night.”
— Maybe some fruit, then?
“No, I just need to check something.”
— Check what—
Wooheon didn’t bother listening to the rest before hanging up.
