「Sweet dreams.」
Yueul had said that to him.
And his brain and body had taken it literally.
‘Am I finally losing it... For real?’
Then again....
It had been a really good dream.
In his dream, a white weasel had been rolling around under the covers.
The door had creaked open, and the weasel peeked its head in.
He raced over and jumped into Wooheon’s arms.
Then it morphed into the full-sized Yueul, smiling so brightly that it caused his heart to ache.
Soft red lips had brushed his ear.
And he whispered....
「I like you, Mr. Kang.」
And just as their lips were about to meet—he woke up.
His heart had been racing so fast, it felt as if he was on the verge of passing out.
“...Sigh.”
He couldn’t believe himself.
‘Over a damn dream?’
Wooheon dumped the crushed shell and reached for another egg.
He cracked it cleanly into a small round bowl and tossed the shell in the trash.
