HANEUL felt a wave of shyness and embarrassment wash over him, his cheeks growing hot. He wanted to play dumb, to ask what she meant by "sparkles," but he understood her meaning all too well. And that made the whole situation ten times more embarrassing. He opened his mouth, then closed it again, scrambling for words that wouldn't make him look completely foolish. Nothing came to him. He stared at the screen, his face growing hotter by the second.
As if to remind him of its presence, the bite mark on his nape gave a faint, prickling itch. Then he remembered exactly why he understood the sparkles his sister was talking about. It wasn't a word he would have used himself, but he knew what she meant. That strange, electric warmth that had spread through him when Taeyang's teeth had sunk on his skin. The way his whole body had felt like it was humming, like every nerve had been pulled taut and then released all at once. His face burned even hotter at the memory.
