“...Come again?”
“I like that weasel.”
Wooheon said it in a casual tone, like he was talking about the weather.
“Y—you WHAT?”
Startled, Wooseok knocked his pen off the desk.
It rolled across the surface before dropping to the floor with a clatter.
He bent to pick it up—then froze, halfway down, stunned by what he’d just heard.
‘Is he out of his mind? It’s not just that he likes a guy—it’s THAT weasel of all people? No, wait... the real shock is that he actually has feelings for anyone.’
He straightened slowly.
Placing the pen back on the desk, Wooseok laced his fingers together and looked at Wooheon seriously.
This had to be a misunderstanding.
Wooheon didn’t know the first thing about love.
“You sure? Mr. Lee’s a guy.”
“What does that matter?”
“It matters because it’s you! You, gay? Seriously? You really think that’s how you feel?”
“I think so.”
“‘I think so’? Since when do you go around saying things like that?”
“It helps when I hold him.”
