The thought brushed past his mind, tempting, but he dismissed it just as quickly. He didn't want to wake Yoon Seoyul for such a reason. Yesterday he must've done everything by himself—carrying him home, washing the blood and filth off his body, down to clothing him in his pajamas. Was he also shedding tears while doing all that? Although Cheon Areum couldn't imagine it very well, it might be somewhat what had truly happened.
"How scared are you of losing me? You're also just a fool in love, aren't you, huh..."
Failing to hold back, Cheon Areum fell into a kiss instantaneously, prying open the slack mouth with his tongue. Had it been any other day, Yoon Seoyul would be awake by now, but seeing him still fast asleep, Cheon Areum grew bold. His hand roamed down Yoon Seoyul's neck. Getting on top of Yoon Seoyul, he kissed him to his liking with no signs of stopping. He moved back only after an unknown period of time had passed.
