The kiss didn’t stop with just one. As the sound of smacking lips increased, the expressions of the people standing in front of them became increasingly bizarre. Behind the mask, Uijae’s face twisted awkwardly, caught somewhere between amusement and anger. He eventually scowled. Not that anyone could see it with the mask on.

"Turn your heads."

"......"

Baewon-woo and Hong Yeseong obediently turned toward the wall, looking solemn. Mackerel lowered his head, but Uijae could still feel his eyes darting glances. He growled.@@novelbin@@

"I can see your eyes moving, you know."

"......"

Finally, even Mackerel turned to face the wall. Damn it. Uijae adjusted his hold on Sa-young, who had buried his face into Uijae’s neck and was nuzzling. He sighed.

"Where should I lay him down? There's got to be a place to rest, right?"

"Uh, well, yeah. It’s on the top floor."

He had to carry this guy all the way to the top floor? Despite this being a research facility, it seemed crowded with people. The idea of paparazzi came creeping into his mind. Mackerel, who might have been thinking the same thing, or perhaps conscious of the stares, started whistling nonchalantly.

What was this, was Lee Sa-young a cat or something? Why did he always prefer high places? Just then, Baewon-woo raised his hand awkwardly.

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