Chapter 8

Come to think of it, the only difference was that they were sleeping together. Woo Hyeonseung’s face went stiff before flushing violently, and he covered his chin with his palm. He felt utterly humiliated by the fluttery feeling he’d had only moments earlier. It’s almost… like we’re actually dating. When Woo Hyeonseung couldn’t finish what he was saying, Han Jitae tilted his head and sat up. “Go home now. I’m going to take a shower. I’m hungry, too.” “I bought some sushi and left it for you.”