“...I’m really sorry.”
“You can make it up to me by covering my medical bills later. I’m heading out for my workout. Stay put and rest. Don’t go wandering around and end up falling down the stairs. If something urgent comes up, call me.”
“...I don’t have my phone.”
“Then don’t move. Just sleep until I get back. Or better yet—think of a way to get that sloth anthropomorph to talk.”
As soon as Wooheon shut the door behind him, the room fell into silence.
The cool air from the AC filled the space, keeping the temperature neither too cold nor too warm.
Yueul tightened his grip on the blanket, thinking about Wooheon.
He wasn’t as soft as he was during sex, but he did seem to act a little less harsh than usual.
“...Feels like he changed a bit after listening to the recording.”
Yueul murmured.
“Maybe I should have done this sooner.”
If he had, maybe things would’ve been different by now.
