Dong-geun took a slow sip as well, then lowered his cup and looked up at Chan-woo. His expression was unreadable, the usual laziness gone, replaced by something quieter. "So, what is it that you want to say?" He asked.
The question had been at the tip of his tongue the moment Chan-woo set foot in his residence. He waited patiently as Chan-woo gathered himself.
"What—" he cleared his throat, his mouth suddenly feeling dry. "What is it that you want?"
Dong-geun blinked. "What?"
Chan-woo let out a shaky breath as he muttered a curse. "Did you mean what you said—" he stopped himself.
Dong-geun watched him with strange eyes.
He tried again. "What was it you were trying to say back in the woods, when I came out of seclusion?"
