* * *
Yueul woke up earlier than usual.
The moment his eyes opened, his brain short-circuited.
Wooheon was hugging him in his sleep.
And from the desk, the recording was still playing, filled with his own breathy moans.
...Am I dreaming?
Yueul’s face flushed deep red.
He had never expected Wooheon to actually listen to it.
No, listening was fine.
But leaving it on all night?
Unless he needed it to fall asleep, he should have turned it off.
Careful not to wake Wooheon, Yueul tried to move.
Wooheon’s arms were locked around him, unmoving.
The grip was firm—too tight for him to slip out of.
Yueul stiffened, his eyes darting around.
Obviously, recording their sex meant his voice would be in it, too.
How had he forgotten about that?
Yueul let out a tiny sigh.
He had been too focused on capturing Wooheon’s rare, gentle tone to think about anything else.
“...What do I do now?”
“What do you mean? You’re the one who wanted me to hear it.”
