Wooheon crossed his arms behind him, looking unimpressed.
‘How long is he planning to just stand here snapping pictures?’
He just wanted to get it over with—snap a quick photo together and head back down.
To him, standing around gawking at a bunch of nothing felt like a waste of time.
When Yueul even crouched down to take a picture of some wildflowers, Wooheon pulled out his own phone.
“Mr. Lee.”
“Yes?”
“Let’s just take a picture together and head back.”
“Huh?”
Yueul blinked, genuinely surprised.
He’d thought he’d have to beg for it to make Wooheon take a photo with him—or at least suggest it first himself.
Wooheon didn’t exactly seem like the type to enjoy taking pictures, and even if Yueul asked, he figured he’d just get shot down.
“What are you doing?”
“Ah, yes! Let’s take it!”
For a moment, Yueul felt like he’d finally gotten a little closer to the black mamba he used to be so afraid of.
