"…What’s with you today?"

Honestly, I was a little scared. Not of Go Yohan himself, but of whatever the hell he was planning to do.

Whether it was affection, cruelty, or something in between—I wasn’t sure which worried me more.

"Jun-ah."

His voice curled around my name, a small laugh slipping in between the syllables.

I heard it.

I couldn’t tell if it was a mocking laugh or something reflexive—born from nervousness.

Either way, Go Yohan had noticed my trembling.

No, not just noticed. He had deliberately reached for my hand, testing my reaction.

He couldn’t read my expression, so he was gauging me through touch.

Fucking hell. This guy.

"I’ve been thinking a lot," he murmured, voice softening. "And I realized—I made a huge mistake. Really, really, really huge. I’m so sorry. You know, I might have a bit of an anger problem. I just… I’ve never fought with a friend before. You’re my only friend. Right?"

Anger problem? Since when?

Another lie.

Damn it.

Or maybe his real goal was touching me.

Maybe he leaned in like this on purpose, knowing that if he went for my face, I wouldn’t be able to focus on my hands.

Go Yohan was a snake like that.

"You know that, right? That I’ve had a tough life…"

Now he was playing the sympathy card.

His voice carried a delicate tremor, and the bridge of his nose—always so sharp—had turned pink.

His lower eyelids were flushed, eyes glassy.

I had a sudden, absurd thought.

Go Yohan looks even better when he cries.

My fingers twitched under his grasp.

The weight of this tension felt like a live wire pressing against my skin.

I clenched my hand under his, but it was too late.

Even if I faked composure, he knew.

He had already felt me tremble.

At this point, I’d rather be smacked in the head with a baseball bat and knocked unconscious.@@novelbin@@

That might be less painful.

"……."

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