“Mr. Kang?”
“Uh, I—I’ll head up. Good night.”
“...What?”
Yueul blinked, staring as Wooheon bolted upstairs without even meeting his eyes.
‘So he really is mad because I spent too much?’
But it hadn’t even been his choice.
Yueul looked down at the bags in his hands.
Even his gentle eyes sagged with disappointment.
He’d even brought macarons, bought with the last of his own money.
Sure, he’d told himself he could eat them if Wooheon didn’t want them—but he hadn’t thought he’d just brush past and head straight upstairs.
He set the package down on the table and turned toward his room.
“...Huh?”
He stopped short, eyes going wide as he blinked fast.
Rubbing them with both hands, the bags on his wrists bumped together.
[White Weasel’s Room]
“What the...?”
He stared at the sign hanging on the door, his face twisting in disbelief.
‘White Weasel’s Room?’
The sign was cute enough, but it made him feel like he’d really been turned into Wooheon’s pet.
