“Mm-hm.”
Yueul flinched, startled by the entwined tongues.
His own plump one darted away for a second, then shyly returned.
Even during that split-second retreat, Wooheon could almost read the thought written all over Yueul’s face:
‘Ah, right—I’m supposed to be the one leading.’
He’d gotten scared and backed off, only to remind himself of his role and come back, mustering his courage.
Wooheon pulled back and ducked his head, shoulders trembling as he tried to stifle the laughter—but it was no use.
It burst out of him in the form of a loud, unrestrained laughter.
“...Huh?”
Yueul opened his eyes wide, stunned.
Wooheon—who usually only gave out sarcastic chuckles or dry scoffs—was actually ‘laughing‘ whole-heartedly.
Out loud.
That big, unrestrained laugh—something Wooheon hadn’t let out since he was a child—was now unfolding right before Yueul’s eyes.
“...What’s so funny...?”
But even as he watched Wooheon laugh his heart out, Yueul found himself pouting.
