It had become routine for Wooyun to show up at the Pavilion, and by now, the guards knew him by name. He gave them a nod, and they bowed in return before being let in. The pavilion was just as beautiful as the last time he'd been there, and Wooyun found the Demon Lord lounging on his chair, one leg raised up as he leaned back, looking effortless even in his lazy state.
Wooyun wondered if anyone else had the pleasure of seeing him like this. Maybe Jaha? His chest pinched at the thought. For some reason, he didn't like the idea of others seeing him in such a real and vulnerable state.
Junghwa glanced up, his mouth curved in a loop-sided grin as he beckoned for his disciple to approach him. The smell of sickeningly sweet tea and lotus flower mixed with sandalwood wafted through the air, tickling his nostrils.
"How was your trip down the mountain?" He asked as soon as Wooyun sat down.
