Wooyun woke up the following morning to a pair of heated, inky eyes staring straight at him. He let out a groan.
"It's not very polite to stare at people while they're sleeping, Junghwa," he said, but immediately wished to retract them as he'd done the same last night.
"I don't remember there being such a rule?" The Demon King responded, his eyes still glued to him. Wooyun unconsciously reached up to his hair, rubbing the tangled mess.
You'd think he'd be used to his heated stares by now, but Wooyun was left a squirming and nervous wreck every single time. He felt winded. His cheeks coloured as he looked everywhere but at him.
Sensing his nerves, Junghwa approached him. He inched closer and closer, but still, Wooyun refused to give him his full, undivided attention. His robe slid down his broad right shoulder, fully exposing his chest now. Wooyun felt the warm skin press against him and inhaled sharply.
