* * *
It was already late by the time Wooheon arrived at the APA.
After dropping Yueul off, he headed straight to see Wooseok.
It was a weekend night, past 8 p.m., but he figured Wooseok wouldn’t have gone home yet.
He was probably still buried in work, trying to stay on top of the Wan-In Sect situation.
“Yeah, go with that headline.”
The moment Wooheon walked in, Wooseok dropped his phone and flopped over his desk.
When it was one of the anthropomorphs getting hurt, no one batted an eye. But the moment a human gets injured?
Suddenly, everyone was up in arms.
‘Should’ve just said we’re here to protect anthropomorphs and hung up. Like they ever care when it’s one of us getting hurt.’
He’d expected this kind of response—but that didn’t stop him from thinking it all over again.
Lifting his head from where it had been resting, Wooseok glanced at Wooheon.
“Back in one piece?”
“Yeah.”
He looked at Wooheon’s shoulder—slightly raised.
