With just the strength of his thighs, Uijae’s body was lifted off the ground. His firmly planted feet hovered in the air. While he was used to looking down on others, this was a first. Startled, Uijae slapped his hand over Sayoung's face, pushing him away.

"Confession? What confession? Hey, are you out of your mind? Let go already!"

But.

As if waiting for it, something wet licked between Uijae’s palm and fingers. Through the gaps between his splayed fingers, he glimpsed a pair of purple eyes. Narrowed, curved, and glinting with amusement, like they were having the time of their life. Uijae's fingers curled involuntarily. An odd, ticklish feeling crept up around his heart.

"Hey, don't just say 'hey.'"

"Get your tongue off!"

"You’re the one who touched my face first."

"You stuck your face in first! Let me go, now."

"If you don't move your hand like this…"

Sayoung tilted his head slightly and began to bite down on the tip of Uijae's thumb. Damn it. Uijae squeezed his eyes shut and yanked his hand back. A low chuckle escaped Sayoung, each sound sending shivers through Uijae’s body. He was grateful for the mask, for it hid his face. He didn’t even want to imagine what his expression looked like without it.

Uijae snapped sharply in an attempt to deflect.@@novelbin@@

"You're really putting on this whole act just to hear one little thing—"

But before he could finish, he swallowed the rest of his words. Even if the tears pooling in Sayoung’s eyes were just an act, the sight struck Uijae’s heart like an arrow.

‘There’s a limit to predicting things. Just how long am I supposed to wait?’

He hadn’t meant to, but it was true—he had kept Sayoung waiting. The sharp edge in his voice quickly dulled, and a much softer reply followed.

“…Why would you say something like that?”

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