"Jihoon-ah."
The words fell onto Jihoon with a stifling gravity that hammered him into place, and he didn't dare look up.
Not that there was any other problem.
He simply feared that the tinged state of his face would betray him. Like a secret scrawled in the margins of a page, suddenly read aloud.
Wouldn't everything be obvious then?
"Yoon Jihoon."
Ryul called out again, the firmness in his voice evident in the way he said the name, each syllable cutting clean through the enclosed space between them.
It left Jihoon cornered, with nowhere else to hide but inside himself.
"…."
He finally lifted his gaze, slow and reluctant, and caught just in time to see those deep-set eyes fixed on him, dark with a strange kind of intrigue.
With that, whatever little confidence Jihoon had managed to collect vanished in an instant, slipping away like fine sand through his fingers. His eyes began to drop again, as if instinct was steering him away from being seen.
