“You’ll think you’re a completely different person when you hear this yourself.”
Yueul’s eyes sparkled as he accepted the recorder.
Watching him, Wooheon clicked his tongue.
“I’ll get undressed. You focus on setting that up.”
He started unbuttoning his shirt, damp with sweat after sleeping without the air conditioner.
As he methodically undid each button, Wooheon paused.
A memory of Yueul tending to an injured anthropomorph flashed in his mind—two pale, vulnerable figures against the backdrop of his thoughts.
‘Should I ask him to wash me too?’
His brow furrowed.
‘...Not exactly a pleasant thought.’
Still, experiencing it firsthand might help him understand.
He’d mocked the idea, asking if Yueul’s care was just a way of seduction, but he knew that wasn’t the answer.
To understand why a silent anthropomorph would start speaking after such an experience, he needed a psychological explanation.
Figuring out even one of the things gnawing at him would be progress.
