After a long wait, a taxi finally pulled up.
The back door swung open, and Suhyeon stepped out with his usual carefree grin.
“Knew it. Can’t live without me, huh— Wait, what?”
“Stay still.”
Before Suhyeon could even finish his sentence, Wooheon stepped forward and pulled him into an embrace.
Bowing slightly, he pressed his forehead against Suhyeon’s smaller frame and let out a slow, measured breath.
“Just hug me and pat my back.”
“...Are you out of your mind?”
“Just do it.”
Suhyeon stared at him with a bewildered look, just as baffled as Wooseok had been.
There was no way Kang Wooheon would do something like this—unless someone had smacked him over the head.
This was Kang Wooheon we were talking about.
The same Wooheon who only ever called people up for sex when he was stressed.
The same Wooheon who, once it was over, wouldn’t spare even a sliver of warmth.
