Whoever took that picture, Uijae vowed to find and deal with them. He fought down the surge of destructive desire and subtly moved his foot away from the touch. He ignored the snicker from beside him.

"Sa-young, you should be thanking J for carrying you so carefully like that."@@novelbin@@

*Please, just stop talking.*

Uijae clenched his teeth. Baewonwoo’s clumsy attempt to both support and lecture on manners was useless. Noticing the slightly raised corner of Sa-young's lips, Uijae resigned himself. There was no escape from this situation now.

The sound of rustling paper filled the room as the pages of the newspaper were turned. A brief laugh escaped, and then an arm wrapped around Uijae’s shoulder, bringing the scent of cinnamon closer. Sa-young whispered teasingly,

"...Thank you?"

*Does that even sound like someone being grateful?*

Baewonwoo, however, blushed, looking as if he were Sa-young’s doting father.

“Aww, sorry about that. Sa-young may not show it well, but he’s a good kid.”

“Ah, right.”

“Not many are as nice as me, though…”

Did the dictionary definition of “nice” change while he was trapped in that fracture? Uijae found himself at a loss for words as Baewonwoo rubbed his arm. Sa-young, who had been leaning lazily against Uijae, narrowed his eyes.

“Are you hurt?”

“Huh? Oh, no... I’m fine. Lately, my arm’s just been aching a bit. The doctor says there’s nothing wrong with the bones or muscles.”

Baewonwoo gave his arm a few taps and shrugged.

“Maybe I’ll try acupuncture. Anyway, I’m glad you’re up and about. There’s a lot to discuss besides this. The general assembly is coming up soon. If I’d had to attend in your place again, it would’ve been a headache.”

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