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by worry“Woo Seonwoo, want a hug?”
The softly sobbing Seonwoo froze.
Even as he surrendered his entire breath to the other, Ki Sihyeon asked the question casually, unfazed.
His exposed neck, the side of his ear, his battered face—Seonwoo was flushed red all over as he stared at Sihyeon with a twisted gaze.
He knew now that a “hug” didn’t just mean a simple embrace. Sejin’s Want me to hold you? came from concern, a different warmth entirely.
“You’ll have to get used to it. We’ll be doing this often.”
Get used to what? Why? For what? You’ve always hugged me like it was a joke. Without warning, without asking.
His body burned with embarrassment, but inside, he felt ice-cold.
Beneath his hand, Sihyeon’s neck wasn’t delicate. Even when he gripped it hard, Sihyeon didn’t flinch. He just stared back at Seonwoo, his breathing steady.
“It’s better if you learn your first time from me.”
“…Why?”
Because I like you? You already knew, didn’t you? And you still…?
Of course, Ki Sihyeon gave a different answer.
“You’re shy around strangers, kid.”