‘But seriously, how could someone smile so easily in front of strangers, exposing his vulnerability as if it meant nothing?’
Everything about him—his body, his heart, his attitude—was light like a feather, careless like a teenage kid.
‘Wasn't he twenty-eight already? How can he still see the world through rose-colored glasses?’
Or maybe he was just trying really hard not to see anything at all.
Wooheon quietly leaned back against the wall.
The downcast look Yueul had worn on the way to the reservoir flashed vividly in his mind.
A headache started to throb behind his eyes.
The pressure he’d been feeling only worsened.
He didn't like that expression.
Not one bit.
Wooheon shook his head, trying to push Yueul away from his thoughts.
He had just picked up his phone to text his team members when the door creaked open.
It groaned on its hinges as it swung in and out.
Yueul stepped inside, shaking water from his hands after helping out in the kitchen.
