“What are you staring at?”
Wooheon snapped.
“If you’ve got something to say, use your mouth. You’ve got one. I know you can make sounds.”
The sharp tone startled Yueul.
He gave Wooheon a quick nudge, wincing.
That came off more like a threat than an actual question.
“Mr. Kang... A little kindness, please.”
At the soft whisper, Wooheon let out a pained sigh.
He forced a smile, his voice taking on that instinctive tenderness he only ever showed in bed.
“If you’ve got a question, use your words. Don’t just make that face. You have a mouth, and I know you can speak.”
Same words, softer tone.
Wooheon made an effort to sound gentle this time.
“...You can’t just change the tone and call it kindness,” Yueul muttered.
“But I didn’t even curse at him.”
“You could’ve just asked if he had any questions.”
“My words and yours mean the same thing. It’s not like I said anything offensive.”
